Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-11-11
TRUE no NATURE.

She had promised him that she
would mend the lining of his new
overcoat, if he would wear another
and leave that at home. And So.
AS he had left il, she took il from the
halI-rack and carried it into her
sewing room. 5lLlg5 y lE-
She was Mrs. Wilton, and she
had been married five years, and
never-never-never, during that
time had one unhappy moment.
Mr.. Wilton had been very atten-
tive, very kind, very generous, and
never made her Jealous. She often
said she was the happiest woman
living. Now, as she looked at the
lining and compared the silk with
which she was about to replace the
torn portion, she was thinking
these thoughts.
They had rever had any chill
dren, hut when people are all in all
to each other that is no very great
grief. All her care was for him
all his for her. E..
land he is just the dearest, best,
truest fellow in the world,f said
Eve Wilton to herself. Pm not
half good enough for him. | Won
der what that is in his pOcket-it
bulgeS it all out of shape"
She put her hand into the breast
pocket as she spoke and drew out
little package, wrapped up in silver
paper, and tied with blue ribbon.
Something he has bought for
me, i expect said Eve. 81 Won
der what it is. | think / won't
open it until he comes homer" then
she laid the silk across the hole and
cut it out, and basted it down.
81 wonder what it ISL said she.
NTom did mean to get me an opera
glass, L know; but that is not the
shape of the parcel. 1t might be
lace wound on card-real lace"
She looked at the package again.
II do wonder what it is" said
she, and hemined the patch down.
"There wasn't much to mend
after ALL" she said, 81 thought the.
tear muck longer. He caught it on
q nail at the office, / know. Now /
wonder what there is in that pack
age"
took up the little parcel.
"Tom wouldn't mind" she said.
"I'H just take a peep. Pm sure it
is for me-"
Then she undid the ribbon, un-
folded the paper, and saw letters.
dear TOm," she said, sac must
keep my old letters next his heart,
and he never told me-"
But the writing was not hers
she saw that at glance.
"His mothers letters" she said.
"He loved his mother So"
Then she began to tremble little
for the letters did not begin: my
dear son." nor anything like it.
She cast her eyes over them.
They were love letters.
"TOm has loved some other wO-
man before he met me-" she said,
beginning to cry. ooh, what shall
| dO?" Then she cried out: "Oh, |
foolish, foolish creature that am
OF course she died, and he only |
loves me now. 1t was all over |
before we met l must not mind |
-" but there she paused, gave a |
scream, and threw the letter from |
her as though it had been a serpent |
and had bitten her. 1t was dated |
the past week! 1t was not four
days old!
"Oh! oh! OH" cried Eve. "Oh,
what shall | do? Oh, where shall /
goo" At every cry thought
pierced her breast like an actual |
stab, "Tom, my Tom ! What
shall / do? Tom! Tom! He to |
be false-Tom! Oh, l have gone
mad! M. There they are! They
are really there-those letters
Why do | not die? Why do not /
die? Do people live through such
things as these?"
Then she knelt down on the floor
and gathered up the letters, and
steadily read them through. There
were ten of them. Such love let
tiers No other Interpretation
could be put upon them. They
were absurd love letters-such as
are always produced in court i'm
cases of breach of promise. And
they called him "POpsy WOpsy,"
and darling Parlingly," and
"Lovey Dovey," and Gown Sweet
ness" and "Angel of my Soul" and
they were all signed, "Your own
Nellie"
at is all true" said poor Eve,
wringing her hands. land il Is
worse than anything / have ever
heard of. | trusted him so. / be-
lieved in him so. My Tom-mine!'
Then she wiped her eyes, gather
ed up the letters, wrapped the silver
paper about them, tied the blue
ribbon, and put them back in the
awful breast pocket of that dreadful
lvercoat, and hung il on the hall
rack again.
tom shall never know" she
said. "Pll not reproach him, I'll
never see him again; when he
,Omes home 1 shall be dead. I'll
not live 10 bear this.
Then she sat down TO think over
he best means TO commit suicide.
She could hang herself to the chan
teller With a winkOw-cord, but
hen she would be black i'm the face
md hideouS. She could drown her.
'elf, but then her body would go
lOating, floating down the river to
he sea and drowned people look
wen worse than strangled ones. She
would take poison.
Yes, that would be best; and
hough she would never see Tom
gain, he would see her, and re-
morse would sting him. Here she
made a great mistake.
\ man who is coolly treacherOus
o woman never has any remorse.
Iemorse in love affairs is purely
eminine quality, and even the
yorst of the sex are not without 1t.
However, it is natural TO believe
hat remorse il possible TO q man
yhom one has heretofore believed
, be an angel in human form, and
I'VE took a little miserable comfort I