Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1886-12-11

one Of the Little Happenings Confirming
Our Haith In Human Nature.

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position to snap my fingers at fate and |
set up as my own boss. Then we shall /
have no more partings."
'tAnd you viii be true to meP
Gas 1 always am" he responded.
'1YOu did not forget to put the photo /
you had especially taken for me In my
gHPsacks' did your
20, dear, no. Are yOu sure YOU viii
look at it sometimes, lOve?r
you wicked dOubter! You know that
L should be Wretched without at least
such semblance OF my pet to look at
daily and nightly"
Draw the veil Of eharity 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 gripsaclz, and was gloat-
ing over his misery when he shOuld dis
cover that only memory remained to him
for the time being OF his darHng's looks.
''Ihe dear fellow, how he will scold
me for the trick she thought; 'sbut I
viii send him the photograph in the first
letter L write to him"
Thus appeasing her conscience, she
waited for his first letter.
1t was from Chicago.
''AIy hearts desire" it began. "Got
here o. K this a. m. Have been wrest-
ling with the trade all day, and a tough
time I've had Of it. Weary and tagged,
have retired to my room, shut out the
gilded atmosphere Of sin that envelops
this terrible city, and taken from my
satchel your sweet picture. 1t is before
me- as 1 write. shall kiss it when
have said my evening prayers. 1t viii
rest under my pillow. 1t Is my one
solace until I hold you, my sweet wife,
in these faithful arms again.
Thus far bad she read, then she top
pied over on the floor.
What comfort she found there It is
hard to say, hut a great discrimination
rose with the stricken wife, who went
out an hour later and sought a 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 a rude shock
by telegram from his ''Only love-"
1t was elaborate for a 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 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 / hGd-tO tease you
removed it. My faith In you is dead %
The husband clutched his hair.
'Why, what did 1 write to her, any
wayT'
After a while his face cleared.
"By JoVe L must have been piIing
on the taffy. That's what a man gets
for trying his best tonake woman feel
good. Poor little dear, what a tume she
must be in I 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 a know
ing friend:
"Send me, first mail, photograph of
my wife. Beg, borrow, steal it, get it
somehow. NUNS the word. VIII write
all particulars soon"
About a week later a drummer, in dig
nified martyrdom, stood face to face with
a stern but very wept- out wife.
She expected to see him meek and
humble, but he gazed upon her with
much scom and then passed on to his
room In crushing silence.
She was amazed. With quick i'm
pulse she followed, thanking heaven he
had net locked her out.
"WeIlr' she began with Wavering
courage, fWhat have you got to say for
yourself nOw?"
Colby, cruelty he looked at her.
"I?' he queried. woman, If it were
not for the Overmastering love I bear for
you 1 should never look upon you
agaiDI'
His face was convulsed with tragic SUI
fering 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 con /
hdence in her husband would be better
of alone. For my part, L am not only
Disguised, but disenchanted.'
He turned SOTO Wfully away and bur
ried his face In his hands. She approach |
ed him and laid the letter that had
caused her such grief under his eyes.
"Read that. Knowing you had no
picture Of mine, what was I to thinkP
''What any intelligent, ight-minded |
wife would have thoughts you would
have said to yourself: 'tHe is incapable |
of deceit; he has my picture somehow" !
'tBut you did not have il"
He looked at her with sad, resigned |
sorrow. His lips quivered as he sadly |
murmured:
so, woman without an atom Of faithi'' /!
Then he put his hand In his pocket 1
and produced her photograph.
80 darling, forgive mel This old /
thing, taken long before We were en- |
gagedl Why, I didn't know you ever
had one Of theser'
The restored confidence made her /
pretty blue eyes swim In fearful 10y. |
She put her arm around him, asking his 4
pardon, caressing even his coat-c0llar.
'Ay dear" he said, looking into her /
face with grave but loving reProsch, 'let /
this be a warning. Never doubt me
again, no matter what appearances may
be. I can always look you squarely IN /
the eye and say: Il am innocent "
And she believed him.
New York's new aqueduct viii cost
about $4,000 900, and yet nearly every 4
contract Of importance involved In its 4
construction Is owned by one man. or Is