Montgomery County sentinel., 1888-06-08
MiscellaneaMs.
THE DAISY OF A TELEGRAM.

"a telegram for Mr.. Denning," said
the bell boy of the New York Hote
Butchel, knocking at the door of tha,
gentleman's apartments.
Dear me" nervously exclaimed Mr.
Denning's better half, "what can it be ??
turning the dreaded envelope over in her
hands.
"The message is on the inside" lacon-
ically suggested the boy,
Acting on the volunteered informa-
ton and tearing open the dispatch, Mrs.
Denning Immediately became almost
transfixed with horror.
"What. What can this be or mean p
she murmurcd, looking at the simple
sentence until the letters seemed burned
in her brain. "You must have made a
mistake ; this cannot be for Mr.. DEN
ming"
Nom, there's the directions, Mr..
Frederick Denning, room 35, Hotel
Butchel.' Nom, no mistake, and it
just came. Do you want to send an
answer, man y respectfully questioned
the boy.
"No, there's no answer" replied the
receiver, YEARLY, as she closed the door
of the pretty room and sank into the will
low rocker.
"To think" she robbed, trying to
again read the message through the
binding tears, "that have lived to
meet such fate at the hands of the
man married the one thought was
the landsomcst and truest fellow alive.
Oh, Fred, how could you deceive me 50 p
Unfortunately the little woman's part
ncr being as usually engaged at his office
considerable distance away, his wifc's
question, of course, remained unan-
swered, and her anguish uncontrolled.
II will 60 down to the office and
confront him with this proof of his
treachcry," she tearfully concluded -
"But, no, he may not be there, and
anyhow do not want to look on his face
again--never again"
Mrs. Denning here consistently picked
up the framed photograph of the
handsome scapegoat from the table, be-
slowed loving kisses on the apparently
guiltless lips.
II will take this with me to remem-
Der that all are faithless," she said
an excuse for her longing to have some
ting as near like the loved one as posi-
BILE.
An hour later after packing and re-
packing the small caba with everything
she couldn't want and forgetting all
which she would want, and tenderly hid
ing the picture in the bosom of her dress,
Mrs. Denning leaned fondly over her
husbands desk, and stopped at the end Of
every word to brush away the hot tears,
wrote pathetically:
When you read this, Fred, you will
learn why there is no one here to fill
your every wish and obey your slightest
whim. By opening telegram for you
after you left this morning, ! learned OF
your double life-learned that he whom
/ deemed the trucst was the basest. At
present | am going back to mamma, to
the happy home | left ono year ago to
become your victim. Our future ar
rangements can be settled later-thc
( telegram will tell you all I've no doubt
you can be just as happy with the sen
der as with the one who tried to be q
true, loving wife to one not deserving
woman's confidence. ETuEL.
Pinning the tear. .blotted and incohe.
rent note conspicuously on the bureau
cushion and giving one last look around
the hotels luxuriously furnished room
where for a year she had been the hap
piest of wives, Mrs Denning softly
closed the door
"If Mr.. Denning comes in before |
give him the key please" said the un
happy woman to the clerk as she hurried
away from the admiring gaze of thu
hotels permanent loungers, and mo
ment later was lost on the crowded
thoroughfarc.
"Out p exclaimed Fred Dcnning, a
at 4 o'clock be entered the hotel and wa
given his wife's message and the key
ayes sir, went before luncheon" " re
piled the clerk.
well, that's too bad" remarked
Fred, passing up to their room. 6
came home early purposcly to take he
out. "llowever," he philosophically con
cluded, opening the door, ''it is a cas-
Of what can't be cured must be endured.
All further suppositions in regard u
EtheTs absence ended as he caught he
note.