The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-05-17

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MIS-. Thompson gave an hysterical
sob. ending in suppressed scream.
Don't worry yourself about 1t,
Emma, besccch your said her friend,
bath.ns her HAMS and forehead with
co,ogne-watcr, "It's just like the rest
of the men. They're not one of them
to be trusted, I've always said so; and
pity you--indced | dol'
Ca the sly, dcceitful hypocrite!'
| gasped Emma ITO neglect his own
wife, and pay attention to a creature
dixie that!
"And making her presents of Jew
cry" sncered Lucretia
And the Oh. Sup. what can that
meanP"
"Why, champagne supper, Of counsel
Any one can see that"
"lhe wretchr' cried Mrs. Thomp-
son, Indignantly. 80 think of his
spending his money in that way, at the
very time he assured me he couldn't
afford TO get me that basket-ph@ton
and pony that I've been longing for.
won't bear it any longer III leave
him, I'll go home to ma. I'll get a
divorce. pll 20 now-this very night!'
Her friend strongly approved Of this
resolution. Sac had never forgiven
George Thompson for marrying Emma
instead of herself and it was balm to
her feelings to think Of such a punish
ment Detailing him.
AT nine o'clock precisely, Mr..
Thompson let himself in at the front
door. He paused in surprise at the
sight which greeted him.
Three or four trunks and boxes stood
piled in the hall, with multitude of
smaller packages Mrs. Thompson, in
bonnet and cloak, stood at the door,
with Bridget close by. Thoy were
waiting for carriage. Miss Nettleby,
on hearing the masculine step, had fled
into the back dining-room, out of sight,
but not out of hearing.
"Why, Emma! what ON earth does
all this meanP What has happenedp"
questioned Thompson in an alarmed
tone.
what has happenedp" repeated
Mrs Thompson, with great effort to
be calm and majestic in the dignity
of injured innocence. "A great deal
has happened My eyes have been
opened to what was simple and con-
liding enough never before to have sus-
pected. :"
Emma, what can you meanp What
is the matter? don't in the least I'M
derstand it'
"Oh, of course not! You don't know
anything at all about il! You thought
| never heard of-of that creature
Fanny! You thought you were keep
ing it secret from mel"
Nj. Thompson's countenance
changed. A sort of subducd and guilty
expression came over it.
How did you learn about Fannyp
And | don't see why your finding it out
should have excited you thus. II l
kept it n secret from you 1t was only In
order TO-"
"Do you hear thatp' exclaimed Mrs.
Thompson tragically, to the universe
in general. "He confesses, and with
out II blush!"
IL have nothing to blush for" said
Thompson firmly. Have you lost
your senses, Emmap'
"Oh! he's nothing to blush for!"
sneered the outraged wife. "And
you're not bit ashamed of dressing
up your dear Fanny in jewelry, and
treating her to champagne suppers, l
suppose 's., r ;. :,
What on earth are you talking aboutP'
II am talking about the wretched
creature for whom you have neglected
your wife. Don't deny anything! /
know all about it. / found her photo
graph, and | found her name in the
same book; a memorandum to go and
see Fanny this very EVENING""
1t was study to behold Thompson's
countenance while his injured and in
dignant wife thus brought home to him
all these accumulated charges.
First, there was look of wonder
and perplexity, then of sudden intelli-
gence, followed by the oldest express
sion imaginable.
And when she concluded, he sank
into the nearest hall-chair, tried to
speak, apparently in explanation, and
then, leaning back, laughed long and
loud
Sure, it's an unfalin' haste he is,
inthirelyr' muttered Bridget, all Of
whose sympathics were on the side of
her injured mistress.
The latter, after gazing an instant Mt
her husband, sat down likewise, and,
under the modification of insult added
to injury, burst into tears.
Then Thompson Gained himself,
wiped his eyes, and addressed his wife
with voice still quivering with sup
pressed mirth:
Emma, do you know whose picture
this tsp" 1
Don't presume to speak to me-
don't" sobbed Mrs. Thompson.
But my dear, allow me to explain.
Don't you remember expressing a wish
to have Mademoiselle Ferlini's picture,
to see what she looks ikep' Well, in
coming home this evening. l observed
somcs cartes in the Stereoscopia Com.
pany's window, and purchased one,
but in my haste forgot to give it to
you. This is her photograph"
Mrs. Thompson looked up incredu-
lousy.
"You are deceiving me-" she said.
''lf you doubt me, 60 down to Cheap
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