St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-11-06
4 WIFE,S kAITEz.
What n Detroit Drummer Will Do TO
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Detroit Tribune.

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| Detroit Tribune.
He babe his wife a fearful goodbye.
''My love, my only one! The time will
soon be here when l shall 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 me?"
LAS l always am," he responded. you
did not forget to put that photo you had es-
pecially taken for me in my 'gripSack,' did
you?"
''Oh, dear. no. Are you sure you will
look at it sometimes, love?"
You wicked doubter! You know that
/ 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 photo
graph 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.
1.-The dear fellow, how he will scold me
for the trick" she thought. ''but 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.
My hearts delight" it began. ''Got
here y. K. this a. III. Have been wrestling
with the trade all day. and tough time I've
had sf it. Weary and tagged, l have re-
tired to my room. shut out the glded at
mOSphere of sin that envelopes this terrible
city and taken from my satchel your sweet
picture. 1t is before me as l write. l shall
kiss it when l have said my evening pray
ers. 1t Will rest under my pillow. 1t is
my one sOlace until L 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 telegraph 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 tele-
gram from his ''Only love-
1t was elaborate for dispatch, but under
the circumstances one could not expect an
outraged wife to transmit her feelings by
the slow mail. The dispatch read:
You are no longer the only drummer
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 discOv-
cred that had-tO tease you-remOved it.
| Ny faith in you is dead"
The husband clutched his hair.
''Why, what did l write to her, any
way?"
After while his face cleared.
by JOve! L must have been pilng on
the taffy. That's what a man gets for try
| ing his best to make woman feel good!
| Poor little dear. what fume she must be
| i'll! Lucky for me she gave her grievance
away. What geese women are! Bless her
little noodle, her faith shall be resurrected. :"
Forthwith he telegraphed to knowing
friend:
Send me, first mail, photograph of my
wife. Beg, borrow, steal it. get it some
how. NUNS the word. VIII write all
particulars SOON"
About a week later drummer, in digni-
| fed martyrdOm. stood face to face with a
stern, but very wept-0ut wife.
She expected to see him meek and hmm
ble but he gaZed upon her with much scorn
and passed on to his room in crushing 81
lence.
She was amazed. With quick impulse
she followed, thanking heaven that he had
not locked her out.
We'll" she began, with wavering cour-
age. what have you got to say for your
self. nOw?"
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''I?' he queried Woman, if it were
not for the Over-maSterng love ] bear for
you. l should never look upon you againp'
His face was convulsed with tragic suf-
ferng that was balm to her heart to wit
ness but she only sneered:
Can you explain the deception you tried
to practice upon me?"
''Can you obliterate the insult put upon
your husband in that unwomanly dispatch?
A woman with so little confidence in her
husband would be better off to live alone.
For my part | ain not only disguised, but
dis enchanted"
lie turned SOrrOwfully away and bowed
mis- face in his hands. She approached him
and laid the letter which had caused her
such grief under his eyes,
Read that. Knowing you had no pic
ture of mine. what was L to Think"
What any intelligent, right-minded wife
would have thought; you would have said
to yourself: He is incapable of deceit; he
has lGv picture somehow"
But you did not have it,
He looked at her with sad, resigned sor-
row. His lips quivered as he sadly muir
INJURED:
''Oh, woman! without an atom of faithr'
Then he put his hand i'll his pocket and
produced her photograph.
''Oh, darling, forgive me! This old
thing, taken long before we we're engaged
Why. didn't know you ever had one of
these!"
The restored confidence made her pretty
blue eyes swim in fearful joy. She put her
arms around him. asking his pardon, car
esSlng even his coat collar.
My dear" said he. looking into her face
with grave but loving reprOach, "let this be
a warning. Never doubt me again, no
matter what appearances may be. can
always look you squarely in the eye and
say: i am nnOcent''
And she believed him.
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