The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-04-22
A JEALOUS HUSBAND.

season began. Hunters were pour
ing out Of Paris In all directions
Two might have been seen leisurely
proceeding toward the Sceaux station
but coming from different directions.
Both were accountered elegantly, from
iauntv cap 10 leathern gaiters; both
carried a fine gun and handsome
game bag both remarked with salts
faction tie effect their costumes pro-
duced upon the female hearts; in
short. both were Parisians and hunt
res. Full sixty Years must have been
needed TO grizzle the locks of the one !;
but % bad passed over the others
head.
The elder reached the station few
mements before the other. He en-
tered an empty compartment, but
scarcely had he done so when the
door opened and the young hunter
entered. They stared at each other
for a moment, but it was the elder
who spoke first.
Ny dear Boisgibert, | am delighted
to see you.
And | 100, Prethihaut, exclaimed
the Young man, am enchanted.
Prethibaut began: | see you are in
hunting rig. May l ask you where
yOu are bound?
Yes; | am going to Verrieres.
Fine shooting at that chateau And
you. where are you going, Prethibaut?
To Nerrieres.
What, you also? Boisgibert's tone
expressed establishment.
Oh, yes. For ten years | have
opened the season there. 1t wouldn't
do for me TO miss one. Prethibaut's
reflections were something like this:
How in the fend's name could
Vaugiron be so idiotic as 10 invite
this becurled popinjay to his house?
| did not think him so stupid, SO hus-
band-like, so to speak, as that. When
a man of 80 marries girl Of 10 he
should not invite handsome handles
TO spend weeks at his house, and more
particularly, he should not invite a
dandy who was her slave last winter
who was always waltzing with her /;
who always turned her music for her
when she played, who ALWAYS had an
orchestra seat when she was in her
box.
Boisgibert's reflections ran some
thing like this
| wonder Why that old blockheap
follows ne so persistentIy =? He seems
TO have OWNED my secret, too. And
vet he is not a relative of Nine. Vaug-
iron. Contcund the old idiot
The train at last reached the ex-
pected station, and there was Vaug-
irons carriage awaiting them. A
brisk drive of few minutes across
the country, and they were at Verrier-
as.
As they descended in tie courtyard,
Vaugiron advanced. He pressed
Prerhibaut warmly by the hand, greet
ed Boisgibert with less warmth, and
babe the servant show the latter gen
teman TO his room.
As for you, my old friend, said he
to Prethibant, come into the garden,
and let us seat ourselves over there in
the summer-hOuse. | have something
| want to say to you. | want to ask
Your advice.
Well, what is it about said Preth-
ibaut
Well, said he, reluctantly, it's
about my wife.
What q? said Prethibaut, already F.!
Come, said Vaugiron, impatiently,
don't be getting any 'idiotic ideas into
your head. l have nothing to re-
proach her with.
But you have something on your
mind
Yes, | have. I am jealous.
OF Maurice Boisgibert ?
How do you know?
know, because | have seen.
Seen. said VaugirOn. bounding from
his seat. Seen ! Seen What have
YOU seen ! :,
Come now. said Prethibaut, don't
he getting any idiotic idea into your
head. | have seen, however, that
that young puppy. Boisgihert, Is al
together too attractive to your wife.
We'll, that's what [ wanted to speak
ah6ut. The fellow has presumed to
address some verses to her.
But how did you come to see this
letter
Why, Hortense brought this to me
herself.
Well Vaagiron, | congratulate you
on your wife. Will you follow my
advice i?
Blindly.