Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1880-01-02

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over Ethel that she should be will
ing to leave him, and, in spite OF
himself, the thought would arise
that there might he some attraction
in the fact that Signor Pacelli was
to be there. He dismissed it as un-
worthy, and indeed when she came
home early, sayingit was stupid and
she was tired and worried about him,
he forgot it altogether. But he
scarcely liked her going out as much
as she did now without him, to morn
ing concerts at which Pacelli was to
sing-tU orchestral recitals at which
he was to play. Was he Jealous =?
| 0, no ! Only, as he told her, people
would talk, and were he in her place
he would be very careful.
"Let them talk then," she indig-
nantly replied, "what do l care for
their idle gossip? l will treat it with
the contempt it deterves." So he
said no more, but was far from be-
ing satisfied with the result
One day, coming home as usual
and not finding his wife down stairs
he ran up to her dressing room, look
ing for her. She was not there, but
lying on her dressing table he found
a little note, which be snatched up
eagerly and commenced reading. 1t
ran thus:
| lC1J1,,e. O,,o Won, o,-,,, Of, t,o, ,l,
mante ce matin. l send you a ticket |
shall have the happiness of seeing you at
two. Yours devOtedly, PACELLL.
He turned very pale as he read,
and was just thinking what he should
say to Ethel, when he heard her
come in and come running up stairs.
She started when she saw the note
in his hand but only said, cam 1
late The rehearsal was so long"
"What is this, Ethel ?' said her
husband, sternly.
"That q? Why only poor Pacelli's
note. l thought l had destroyed
it. He sent me a ticket for the re-
hearsal."
"And are you in the habit of re-
ceiviDg such notes as this from your
singing teacher ?"
"Now, sgd, don't be foolish. He
doesn't mean anything-foreigners
are so queer, you know"
eyes; if you call this queer, 1
think they are. But, seriously Ethel
there must be an end to this. You
must stop your lessons"
"Now, sgd, you are certainly un-
reasonable. How ridiculous you
would make me appear! and am
improving so rapidly, too ~
eyes, l should Judge so-improv-
ing in other things besides music"
Sydney, you shall not speak so
to me. /"
Remember, Ethel, l insist on
your giving up your lessons. If you
do not choose to inform Signor Pa
celli to that effect, 1 shall do so.
'Indeed, you will do no such thing.
He would only think you were jeaI-
ous-not an enviable reputation,
surely, especially when it is not mer-
tied"
every well; you know the alter !
native"
There had never been the slight
est GOODNESS between them before,
and Sydney found himself very mis-
cradle. Ethel, however, seemed her
self much as usual, although very
little was said by either during din
ner, and the evening, for once, was
almost dull. He read the last mag
azine, and she lounged and sang.
1t was no better at breakfast-the
cloud was lowering and rested on
both their faces. Just as he was
going away, Ethel said, very firmly
and quietly:
"Tbis is Pacelli's morning. 1
shall tell him he need not come /
again. | am going to send for Tom
and Mollie to come to dinner-it
seems we are no longer good compa-
ny for each other"
He made her no answer but went
away with heavy heart. 1t seem
ed to him that that was the longest,
dreariest day he had ever known.
Oh, how he longed for a sight of his
wife'S face, bright with happy love
as it used to be. And to think she
should treat him so, and for whom
A singing teacher! He grew angry
as he thought of it, and walked |
more quickly toward home. There
was hat standing upon the rack,
and opening the parlOr door he saw
his wife sitting upon the sofa with a
strange gentleman-one hand clasp
ed in his, her head leaning confding-
Iy upon his shoulder. He took one
step toward them and thundered,
"EthelI'
"Oh, sgd, is that you?'' said she,
rising with the most naive simplici-
ty. "Allow me to make you ac-
quainted with Signor Pacelli-SIg-
nor, my husband"
"Highly delighted" said the gen
tleman rising and extending his
hand. "HaYe long desired an in
PRODUCTION" Then, while Sydney
stood staring from one to the other
as if spellbound, he continued, "You
don't seem to want to know Inc ;
perhaps you would like my other
name better?" and rapidly throw
ing off wig, eye-gIass and false mus
tache, 'Mollie Bascom, at your SER
vice, and so glad to become acquain-
ted with gentleman who never
gets jealous" >"
"Such a weakness, you know"
moaned Ethel almost conyulsed with
laughter,
"SoId, by Jove !" shouted Tom
Bascom, stalking in from the back
parIor. "Don't blame me, old fell
low. didn't know anything about
it until to-day, 'pon honor"
"YOu know you told me you
would give me leaye to try" said
Ethel. GLOW did you enjoy your
evening, dear, when l went to the
opera ?"
'Never went near the OPERA"
roared Tom. ''Played casino in my
library all the evening"
"And them" put in Mollie, all
the morning concerts and rehearsals. |
Never was such thing. There we