Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1886-12-16
A NAUGHTY MAN.

He bade his wife a fearful good-by.
any love, my only onel The time will
soon be here when I shall soon be in a
position to snap my fingers at fate and
set up as my own boss. Then we shall
have no more Of these cruel partings."
"And you will be true to me2"
"As / always am" he responded.
"You did not forget to put that photo
you had especially taken for me in my
gripsack,' did your"
"Oh, dear, no. Are you sure you
will look at it sometimes, lover"
"You wicked doubterl You know
that l should be wretched without at
least such a semblance of my pet to
look at daily and nightly"
Draw the veil of charity over his
grief and the treachery of one In whom
he had such unbounded confidence.
In brief, she, his only love, his pet,
his wife, had secretly planned to make
him wretched." She had taken that
photograph from his gripsack, and was
gloating over his misery when he
should discover that only memory
remained to him, for the time being, Of
his darling's looks.
The dear fellow, how he will scold
me for the trick" she thought; shut I
will send him the photograph in the
first letter write to him."
Thus appeasing her conscience, she
waited for his first letter. 1t came
from Chicago and began as follows:
"MY HEARTS DELIaHT:-Got here
o. X. this A. NJ. Have been wrestling
with the trade all day, and tough
time I've had of it. Weary and tagged
1 have retired to my room, shut out
the gilded atmosphere of sin that en-
velopes this terrible city, and taken
from my satchel your sweet picture.
It is before me asI write. ! shall kiss
1t when I have said my evening
prayers. 1t will rest under my pillow.
1t is my one solaee until I hold you, my
sweet wife, in these faithful arms
again"
Thus far she read, then she toppled
over on the floor.
What comfort she found there it Is
hard to say; but great determination
rose with the stricken wife, who went
out an hour later and sought a tele-
graph Office.
Her husband had been saying his
prayers abroad that evening, and when
he got to his hotel about midnight,
his spiritual emotions received rude
shock by q telegram from his only
"love." aCssas' isH
1t was elaborate for a despatch, but
under the circumstances one could not
expect an outraged wife to transmit
her feelings by the slow mail. The
despatch read:
"You are no longer the. only drum
mer who is not a liar, as you have
always claimed. Let the fraternity
make you their chief In the art. Had
you taken the pains even to look for
the photograph you say your prayers
to, you would have discovered that 1
had--to tease you-removed 1t. My
faith in you is deadl'
The husband clutched his hair.
"Why, what did write to her, any
way" he muttered.
After q while his face cleared.
"By Jovel must have been piling
on the taffy. That's what man gets
for trying his best to make woman
feel goodl Poor little dear, what a
fume she must be inl Lucky for me she
gave her grievance away. What geese
women arel Bless her little noddle
her faith shall be resurrected."
Forthwith he telegraphed to know
ing friend s4' avn
@Send me, first mail, photograph OF
my wife. Beg, borrow, steal 1t, get i,
somehow. viii write all particulars
SOON" isftfftfg
About week later, drummer, ir
dignihed martyrdom, stood face t.
face with 9 stern, but very wept ou
wife. I'LL NJ ~ % ~ 81 Nsa
She expected to. see him meek ant
humble, but he gazed upon her witt
much scorn, and then passed on to hi
room in crushing silence. She wa'
amazed. With quick impulse she fol
lowed, thanking heaven he had no
locked her out. ~
"Well." she began, with waverinI
courage, "what have you got to ss,
for yourself, nowT !. \ j ~ !,
Coldly, cruelty he looked o. nef: . !.
AIR he queried. "woman, I = !
we're not for the overmssterins love