The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-09-02

IL VOOk Judge Mlnkler Dut moment
to slip into the dress suit, and soon he
had arrived at the church, escorted by
tho faithful Charley, who had donned
the perforated morning coat and the
despised trousers. Winkler was the
happiest of men, and Charley one OF
the saddest, as he walked up the aisle
with the lovely Bertha on his arm, at
whom he dared not look, for fear she
would break off her engagement with
him. An hour later the newly married
pair went in the cars steaming away to
Greenwald, where they were to pass their
honeymoon. The judge had bribed the
guard to give them a separate carriage.
He had thrown off his overcoat and sat
with his arm around his wife, pressing
her tight against Charley Held's dress
coat.
"My dear husband, did you not as
sure me that you never smokedl" the
newly-wed spouse demanded.
"You arc certainly right, my little
darling" the judge replied; 81 never
smoke"
"Well, what is that in your coat
pocketl" the girl asked, smiling.
at is nothing but my note book, {"
the judge answered.
"a notebook, indeed" cried Mrs.
Winkler. 81 will bet anything it is a
cigar-case."
About half a minute later the young
wife had thrust her nimble fingers in
her husbands pocket and had drawn out
a real, true cigar. case, and such a cigar
case-all embroidered and perfumed,
and bearing on its back this inscription:
ITO my dearest"
Casting on angry and astonished look
at her husband, Mrs. Winkler said:
''What made you deny the fact that
you smoked9 Did you think 1 would
be displeased9 But tell me, " she added.
in changed voice, "who embroidered
this case for youi"
"Now l am in a predicament," /" the
judge thought to himself, and laughed
at which his wife seemed
to regard him with increased displeas-
ure.
''This cigar case belongs to friend of
mine, he stammered.
This is pretty tale," cried Mrs.
Winkler, and she drew out of the side
of the card case perfumed, pink-hued
note, folded in lovers knot. The cars
stopped for while, and Judge Winkler
left the train that he might procure some
fruit for his bride. While the Judge
was absent his wife utilized his absence
in perusing the note, which ended with,
'Your always loving Bertha"
This capped the climax. Here she
was on her wedding tour, just beginning
life with q man who could deceive her
so shamefully. She was almost wild
with anger and pain. When Judge
Winkler returned with the lunch his
wife would not speak to him. She had
taken another seat and refused even to
look at him. AS the train approached
second stopping place Judge Winkler,
almost beside himself, exclaimed; EAU
relia, you must listen--you must answer
me- Speak, and let me hear how have
had the misfortune to offend my souls
idolw
Aurelia seated herself opposite her
husband. She looked him straight in
the eyes and said: 81 intend to leave
you at the next station"
"Great heaven! you surely do not
mean what you say. Tell me. implore
you, what has happened and how have
offended you" Judge Winker cried,
now thoroughly astonished.
II shall leave you aud return to my
parents in Berlin" the young wife said,
bursting into tears.
"What for9 What have Idone2" asked
the bewildered judge,
''You are ahYpocrite, traitor. fiend.
You have broken your poor wife's heart
and made miserable woman out of a
trusting BRIDE" the girl cried, weeping
bitterly.
"My dear girl. calm yourself-tell me
what is the matter. Only speak, beg
you, )" said the judge, trying to calm Au-
relia's excitement.
dearest love" he began.
81 am not your dearest love-" cried
Aureha. at is your always loving Ber-
tina, who is your dearest love, you vile
wretch"
"But I have no always loving Ber-
tha,' echoed the judge. "You must be
crazy, Aurelia."
II wish to heaven I was crazy; then
would be deaf to your villainy," cried
Aurelia. ''Here, take your love letter
and let me go, she said, handing him
the rose colored note. The Judge
glanced at the note, and, laughing wild
ly, he struck his forehead with his open
hand.
II see it all nowI' he cried. ''This,
OF course, came out of the cigarsease,
and the cigar-oase came out of Charley's
pocket. My darling wife, have com
menced our married life wrong by con-
cealing something from you, which, per-
haps, | should have acknowledged at the
beginning. That wretch of a tailor
failed to send my wedding clothes homo
in time. My packed trunk had been sent
to the cars and an old, torn suit was all
l had in my rooms. This is Charley's
coat; the cigar case is Charley's, an l the
ever loving Bertha is also Charley's-
thank heavenn
Then, my dear husband, l am your
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