The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-11-29

home Unexpectedly to-day and cund me
ont, and l told him i bad been al Ma.
lhilde's. / could see that he did pot k6lievs
me, and he went out agailnd lzect y, enc
now he has sent me this letter. daren'l
open it. Ii is sure TO be something dread
| full, and he will never forgive me-neverl'
Nonsense" said her friend; sits not SC
bad, as, that. 1t is pity he has found you
out, after all your pains to keep it quiet
but when he knows the things done, he'll
submit like anybody else"
He won't; you don't know Gregory
sobbed Mrs. Hardacre.
'tHadn't you better open the letter.
Perhaps it may be nothing 80 very dread
full aftersall.Y .kffltk8f4tsf.lA
The letter was read Az " AA1AAA ~
II told you So" sobbed poor Mrs Hard
acre, burying her face in the soft cushions.
ut is matter of principle with Gregory
He never will tolerate anything false.
told you he would never forgive me"
tolerate q f1ddlestickl 1t is a cruel let
ter-an abominable letter. But he won't
hold to it."
ale will. / know be will. 1t is just
the kind of thing he never would look
over"
fNonsense," said Mrs. Lamerton. NO
body ever heard of man and wife being
separated for such trumpery reason. By
the way, how do you know that he has
really found out the TRUTH
n~ssOf course he must have done so, or he
would never write likethat.n Ws (
II don't believe it. On the contrary, if
be had found out the real truth, dop't
believe he would write like that Now
tell nae, did anybody know your secret
except our two selves?"
"And Mr.. Wrench, of course, said Mrs.
Hardacre; nobody else"
"Then you may depend upon it your
husband has not found out the,truth. All
he knows is that you deceived him about
Mathilde, and he is fancying very differ
ent slate of things from the real one. You
must put yourself right with him at once.
Here are your writing materials. Now
just write what I,tell you:
Dear Gregory-Q suppose you must call him
dear Gregory, though he doesn't deserve It)-You
are laboring under some dreadful mistake. You
know how have suffered from toothache of late.
The reason of my absence from home this morn
ing and on two or three other occasions during
the last few weeks, was merely to see Mr.. Wrench,
the dentist who has been making some artificial
teeth for me- Knowing your rooted objection to
anything false, foolshly kept the matter secret
from you, and hence the neutrality-suspicious. Mr.
Wrench viii fully corroborate my assertion. and
of concealment of which have ever been guilty.
"Your affectionate wife, ADELA HARDAcRx."
at won't do" said Mrs. Hardacrea
Gregory will only go 10 Mr. Wrench and
make some dreadful disturbance "l9o3I
II do you think SOP" said Mrs. Lamerton.
s'Well, then, we'll save him the trouble of
going to Mr.. Wrench by getting Wrench's
testimony beforehand. You know him
well, don't your"
He has attended me from a child
s-ssSo much the better. Nov you must
send him a note, inclosing that one Write
again:
Dear Mr.. Wrench-AIy husband having an in
tense dislike to anything false artificial fool
ishly kept my recent visits secret from him, and
sorry to say that serious Tsgnaers,andlns
few lines corroborating the truth of the inclosed
which am about to send him !?
''Yours faithfully, ADELA HARDAcRE
sNow, then, seal up the other note with
that one and send them off by your maid
to Mr.sWrench at once. Let be-. wait for
the answer, AMEl
The messenger was dispatched The
period of her absence was employed by
Mrs. Lamerton in exhortations to a holder
spirit, under which Mrs. Hardacre began
to take heart little. Half an hour later
the reply. was brought. 1t ran as follows:
s.Dear Mrs Hardacre-I shall have very great
pleasure in satisfying your husband of the cor
rectness Of your assertion, and, If need be, in
submitting my professional diary for his examina-
ton. But surely you are mistaken in supposing
that Mr.. Hardacres very proper objection to things
false extends to so innocent matter as false
teeth. To my personal knowledge he has worn a
~.1a &ao For Last ffpav1
Yours faithfully. SAMPSON WRENCH"
Mrs. Lamerton clapped her hands.
''Vicloryl" she cried. you've got the
whip hand now, my deal. Send off the
correspondence. at once ITO your or md
Turk of a husband, and if you ever let
him dictate 20 you in personal matters for
the future, you don't deserve ever to have
new bonnet again. ~ az l9fs