The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1886-06-17
UNFOUNDED JEALOUSY.

gown pocket. l was mendlng MS
dressing-gown (Pedro's), and naturally
put my hand into the pocket 1t was
washing day, and men always accumu-
late handkerchiefs about them, and
cook had sent up word that '.this time
she hoped there would be no after-claps,
for they broke her heart"
gave Susy the two handkerchiefs |
found in the pocket; but it was not until
after she had gone out of the room that
took out the envelope | felt there.
1t was a cream-colored one with a
note inside. And a wife certainly has a
right to read her husbands letters, or
where is confidence? But when | did
read t. | gasped with horror, for this is
what it said:
DEAR PEDRo,-I am getting jealous
OF that Philida of yours. Come over
after tea"
The rest was torn off; only a number,
100 -- street, gave any clue to the
writer. l knew no one at 120 -
street.
OF course / could not know woman
like that What a wretch!
Not married six months and this sort
of thing going on! On, oh!
L
in less than perfect health. should have
had an attack of heart disease. or a fit
of some sort. As it was my blood boil
ed. | cried aloud with rage and humilia-
ton, like baby; not at all as stage
heroines weep.
Then | remembered Susan's big eyes
and long tongue, and went to hide my
self in my room.
What shall | do? What shall do?"
/ kept saying to myself under the sheet.
What shall | do?''
At last | cried myself to sleep. Then
l struggled up perspiring in my warm
clothes, looked at myself in the glass,
said it was dreadful dream, and saw
the pink envelope on the dressing table,
and screamed: ''Oh! it is too true! too
truer'
Then put the thing back into the
dressing-gown pocket. put my hair up,
and decided to discover the truth. If
Pedro did not 90 out alone that evening
| would never think of the matter again.
There were dreadful women in the
world. If he received such notes, and
made no response, all the surer | of his
love, and some day Iwould put my arms
about his neck and say:
My dear, l read that note. and moth
ing could ever make me doubt you now
-nothing!''
And by-and-by l quieted down and
looked more like myself, and at lunch
time don't think Susy noticed much.
Still, she did stare.
Pedro came home little late and in
a great hurry for dinner. He had put
his dressing-gown on, and stretched
himself in an armchair near the CRATE
afterwards, and felt sure that he would
stay at home. just began to feel hap
py again, when suddenly he plunged
his hand into his pocket, drew his eye
brows down, and jumped up.
] watched him closely. He hung his
dressing-gown up, took down his coat,
put on his hat, said 81 won't be gone an
hour" and hurried out of the house.
The moment he had gone ] rushed to
the dressing gown. He had taken the
note.
1t was as | had not dared to fear,
then; but | would not quail. | had a
large cloak-a Derby-and big blue
veil at hand. Hurrying them on, fol-
lowed Pedro, and knowing the way to
- street, caught sight of him at last
felt as if | should die, but my reso-
luton to see what happened did not
fail.
He stopped at 120. and rang the bell.
The door opened and he went in. |
waited outside. | heard music. Now
and then the door opened, and some
people came out. There seemed to be a
party there. When any one emerged |
walked little way and then turned
back.
AT last-oh. how long it seemedl-my
Pedro came out, with woman on his
arm. Her figure was trim, and she
walked well. She wore wraps, and what
is called ''faScinator sort OF eve
ming hood-on her head | followed,
gaining on them by degrees.
This is like old times, Pedro" |
heard her say.
did not hear his answer. She quite
nestled up to him; the tones Of her voice
were soft and familiar, and had heard
that voice before. ! was following them
blindly. taking no notice of the street,
when suddenly they stopped before a
house. knew it; its very railin9s were
familiar. | began to understand. Then
l heard every word.
''Got latch-key?' asked Pedro.
NO; but Maggie is coming" said
she. "Will you come IMP"
He went in. | did not mind; | was
CRYING with mingled shame and relief.
This house belonged to my husbands
mother. The lady was his mother who
was only seventeen years older than
he was himself. ! was an idiot and
ought TO have remembered that her
cousin Jane lived at No. 120 - street.
She had asked him to be her escort
that was all. As for me- was an idiot
"A complete idiot-who ought to be
shut up out of harms way.
My only hope now was TO hurry home
and hide my folly from everybody.
Man proposes-so does woman.
Things are disposed by heaven, as we
have all heard.
| had hurried on street or two, when
some one said in my ear:
''Where are you going my dear?n
turned and saw a Young man, aud
also noticed the smell Of liquor
How dare you speak to me?" /
cried.
"Darer' said he. ''Oh, I'm no cow
ard. Never afraid of a gal in my life.