St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-11-08
A TOUCHING STORY.
One of the Little Happenings Con.
firming Our Faith in Human Ma.

A TOUCHING STORY.
One of the Little Happenings Con.
firmimg Our Faith in Human Ma.
ture.
Detroit Tribune.
He babe his wife fearful good-by.
my love. my only one! The time will
soon be here when / shall be in 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 especially taken for me in my
'gripsack,' did you?"
ooh, dear, no. Are you sure you will
look at it sometimes. love?"
"You wicked doubter! You know that I
should be wretched without at least such
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 grip-sack and was gloating
over his misery when he should discover
that only memory remained to him for the
| time being of his darIing's looks.
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 U. K. this a. m. Have baen wrestling
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 terri
| bic city, and taken from satchel your sweet
picture. 1t is before me as | write. |
shall kiss it when l have said my evening
prayers 1t will rest under my pillow 1t
is my one solace until hold you. my sweet
wife, in these faithful arms again"
Thus far had she read, then she toppled
over.
| What comfort she found there it is hard
| to say, but a 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 emo
lions 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
| tO haU
| that / had-to tease you-remoYed it. My
| faith in you is deadi"
The husband clutched his hair.
why, what did l write to her. any.
way?"
After while his face cleared.
by Jove! must have been piling on
| the taffy. That's what a man gets fox
| trying his best to make woman feel good.
| Poor little dear what a fume she must ba
| in! 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 knowing
| friend:
''Send me, first mail, photograph of my
wife. Beg, borrow. steal 1t. get it some
how NUNS the word. Will write all
particulars soon."
About a week later drummer, in dlgni-
stern but very wept-out wife.
She expected 10 see him meek and hum
BILE, but he gazed upon her with much
scOrn and then passed on to his room in
crushsng silence.
She was amazed With quick impulse
she followed. thanking heaven he had not
locked her out.
''WelIr' she began. with wavering cour-
age, ''wllat have you got to say for your
self now?''
| ColdIy. cruelty he looked at her.
ZIP" he queried. Woman. if it were
not for the oyermastering love | bear for
you | should never look upon you again!'
His face convulsed with tragic suffering
that was balm to her heart to witness, but
she only sneered:
Can you explain the deception you tried
to practice upon me?"
Can you Oblterate 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, | am not only disgusted but
diSenchanted."
He turned sorrowfully away and buried
his 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 TO think?"
what any intelligent. right wife
would have thought; you would have said
to yourself: He is incapable of deceit; he
has my picture somehow"
But you did not have it."
He looked at her with sad resigned sor-
row. His lips quivered as he sadly MUIR
mured:
20 woman! without an atom of faithp'
Then he put his hand in his pocket and
produced her photograph.
20, darling. forgive me! This old thing,
taken long before we were engaged! Why,
I didn't know you ever had one of thesep'
The restored confidence made her pretty
blue eyes swim in fearful joy. She put her
arms around him, asking his pardon. caress-
ing even his coat collar
My DEAR" he said looking into her eyes
with grave but loving reproach. ''et this be
a warning. Never doubt me again, no mat
ter what appearances may be. l can al
ways look you squarely in the eye and say:
i am innocent"
And she believed him.