Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-06-27
"Nothing," rather CURLY, with a

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touch of sarcastic bitterness.
John, seeing it was a furry OF the
points, tried coaxing. He licked her.
across the nose with a straw from hls
brush-broom. that happened to be on
the table; he pulled her ear; he put hia
hands over tho page she protested to
read. She pushed him grimly away.
"Oh, well," said he, amiably, IF you
are vexed l can't help it. 20, ahead.
Maria"
He lighted a cigar, fshed out his slip,
pers, and with i~mperturbable good
humor began to rock and hum an old
fashioned Methodist hymn. That ON
ordinary occasions would quite van
onish Maria's sulks and bring them to-.
an end in a laugh.
But no. This was evidently an ex.
traordinary attack. John rocked, and
hummed, and rolled his eyes at her:
now and then to watch progress. But.
the set look on her face did not relax.
eff it's a tritle, Maria, l wouldn't
mind it if I were you." he said: "You.
know it uses up so much vitality that
might be applied in other directions"
The fortress was impregnable. Then
John got out of patience.
"Oh, WELT" he said, holly, 81 don't
care q continental"
He picked up a book and began to
read.
It was q dreary hour to both. A
scowl dinted the smooth expanse OF
Johns forehead. Maria grew nerv.
Gus all over.
She could not bear it any longer.
Tears came into her eyes, and splashed
down on the paper in her lap. Then
out came her handkerchief.
Johns stubbornness was up. He
would not notice. She had chosen to
pout without cause; now she might have
her fill of it.
Suddenly she flung down the paper,
with a tempest of sobs.
.John .Skipping!' she cried, "wbo
was that woman?"
..Wha woman?" said John, inno-
Gently. maria, I believe this gay, social
life has deprived you of your senses!'
'.Do you think I'm blind, John Skip
ping, and that l can not see?
.iOh, no-not both blind and unable
to see," replied John, trying to make
her laugh.
II see you will not tell. She 10 the
most odions woman I ever saw; and !
know she isn't a widow at all, but just
one of those dreadful Chicago adven-
turesses."
"Be calm, dear; pray, do. Youth
have a nervous headache all day TO-
morrow"
Il never thought" gasped Maris,
sobbing anew, .'that this was to be my
experience. This all comes from our
Leaving a respectable-boarding house
and rooming cat. This is the class of
people I am called Or to associate
With"
.-Maria, if YOU will sit down-here.
where you are aceustomeG to sit while !
smoke, and he threw aside his book
and offered a long: and hcepstabie lap,
.tI'N, tell you who that woman is. She's
a-bDnanza
"Ohh-h!' and Maria's sobs was in
FAINT cousin to . howl. you've grown
VULGAR, John, as wsll as unfaithful."
john took her by the arraa AID seated
her brcibly on his Gnee.
"Listen, you little:goose.. Ii you cry
SO, T won't tell you thing. But if you'll
stop. why, Maria-I-I-wM confess !'
Mariu dried her eyes. She would be
maguanimous. If her husband had
erredashe would still be generous, for
bearing, as true wiS6'should be.
But such a woe-begzone;. excited little
woman as she was.
Maria, if you knew how red il
makesyour nose do you. suppose you'd
cry SOP"
She-tried to get away but he held he7
fast.
"Now, to be serious. You know O
that ease that has psrplezsd me so
Tom Neversink, the defaulti1g Cashier
of tina. Adriania Bankn We'll. he dis
| appeared m~ysteriouslY,. and mo trace O
him could be found-Fou remember j
all. This woman is his wife. I thin}
he can, be traced through hes. At leas
I've put the police ON her track, are
I'm sure we shall get him. It's big
monay in my pocket it We do-bi{
money. It's better than ten years 8
ordinary practice. Farewell to room
ing and mealing If ii works and
think it WILL" and he waved a GA,
hanal as if bidding adieu to some ne
luctant spectre.
Then he whispered, closer to he
ear:
jealous of that woman-the Yer,
least bit jealous, Maaiap Why, just be
cause I met her, we shall have q cottag
of our own"
In the City Directory for 1884, Jonn'
address is not Crushstreet, but-wdlfn
it for yourself. - Chicago Tribune.
The Chinese Emperor.