The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-07-26
A Family Jar.
BY JOHN QUILL.

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.cS5SY1A / perceived by Mrs. Quilts
| 6SS& demeanor that there was 90
ing to be row. There was a Ger
tain fire IN her eager eye, a scornful
curl in her usually straight lip, a
frOWn upon her alabaster brow
She looked daggers, and seemed
capable of using carving knives. =
Her greeting was cold. l tried to
assume q jocund air, and rally heI
upon her melancholy appearance.
But she would not rally; she fell
back upon her dignity. 1 could
not be jolly to save my life. l felt
like 4 man who is showed under a
pile driver on the stroke; he knows
it will not be more than q minute
before the whole concern will be
down on him, and mash him out fiat.
ate my supper in silence
After I had finished Mrs. Quill said
''Now, walk into the sitting-roOm
il you please. I have something to
say to you"
felt that the crisis was close at
hand.
tried to affect indifference.
Did any letter come for me,
love?' / asked.
That jerked the cork out of the
thunderstorm, you understand.
''LettersI' said she, letters =
You, you ask for letters, and call
me love Letters | should think
there were.'
well, why don't you produce
EN-, then, as the hen said to the
egg with two chickens in it"
"See here, John Quill, do not
want any of your miserable jests
now. l am in earnest. While you
were gone a letter came for you
marked important l opened it
The horrible treachery and wicked
ness it disclosed so shocked me that
l determined to open all others that
came. ] did so. | have found you
out. Plunging headlong into dis
sipatiOn and vice, you thought to
deceive me, your wife! Thank God,
you were mistaken. You thought
l would never know of your in
famous transactions. Ihave caught
YOU at last. I have often wondered
what you did with your money why
you always said you had no change
whenever l wanted a cent for the
house; why you never could afford
to clothe your wife and children
decently. 1 know you now l have
solved the mystery. l want you to
explain the meaning of this letter
which came the day you went away.
Listen:
Ky Dearest Love: When, when are
you coming to see your own Amelia?
You do not know how l count the
hours of your absence, and long so
very, very much to have you with
me. 0, when Will the day come
when 1 can call you my darling,
darling husband? Ma says / shall
be married as soon as that hOrrid
woman is out of the way. Do come
around and see me. I got the love
of a bonnet you sent me. You have
such a sweet taste. You know that
sweet bacelet you gave me Christ
mas? Well, the clasp is broken all
to pieces. 1 look at your portrait
every hour of the day, and kiss it
over and over again. Come around
Sunday night il you can, and take
me to hear that dear DIR. Gibbs. He
shall marry US, shan't he lover
Your own darling.
AMELIA SMITH.
"There, Mr.. Quill, what do you
say to that? You give her bonnets
do you? You buy bracelets for her,
when here is your own lawful wife
that hasn't got a rag to her back
that is fit to be seen? She kisses
your portrait, does she, the nasty
hussy; and calls me 'horrid wo-
man. and wishes me out of the way?
Wait till / get my hands on her; I'll
scratch her ugly eyes out. Wants
DIR. Gibbs to marry her? Let him
dare to do it and I'll tear off what
little hair he's got on his good for
nothing old scalp"
But, my love, this is n mistake,
1 never heard of such woman, +"
said I.
90, don't my love me. You
can't deceive me again. [ am go
ing to sift things to the bottom.
What does this mean, I'd like to
know? Listen:
Dear Old Boy: Can't you let me
have that $25 you lost at euchre last
week? I'm desperately hard up
Binns wants to be paid for the
champagne and salad we punished.
1 should have asked you for it the
same evening, but you were so drunk
1 could hardly get you to bed. How
are You on the Firefi s ball next
week? 1 think will 90 round and
shake my leg for an hour or~two.
Yours till death.
Boz STRoTHERS.
'And that's where the money
goes, is 1t? Champagne and salad?
And gambling, too; gambling, while
our family may want the necessaries
of life Put to bed drunk! And
protesting to be decent man, and
telling me you had been out of town
on business all night. Who is Bob
Strothers, l want to know? a low
life vagabond, I'll be bound, OF he
would not go to vile ball and use
such disgusting slang. Shake q