The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-01-05

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judices."
Mrs. Rossiter did not forget her hus-
bands Injunction. and after a colloauy
with her cook, and filling the vases
with fresh flowers, and arranging the
dessert, she took long, brisk walk,
coming back at midday in the best of
spirits, and preparcd to enjoy her
simple luncheon.
But as she drew near har own house.
she began to feel doubtful whether
Neil had remembered his promise to
call at the fishmongers He was apt
20 be somewhat obliyious of such
promises as he turned his face CITY,
ward. Then the business of the day
became paramount in his mind to the
exclusion of all else.
Anyhow, it would be just as well to
walk as far as Dorey's and satisfy her.
self that the order had been given,
and accordingly thither Mamie went.
Mr.. Dorey, who, red-faced and
hoarse with much talking. was serv-
ing half dozen customers, and CIV
ing half dozen orders all at once, let
a huge eel slip back INTO the pan
where it had been wriggling, and came
to make his bow to the charming little
lady who paused at the door.
HAS Mr.. Rossiter called and ordered
some fish?"
"Yes, maam, he have I've just
put it into basket myself. There
it is, ma'am; it shall be sent off in
stanter."
Instinctively Mrs. Rossiter glanced
in the direction to which he was
pointing, and saw that the label on the
basket, though in her husbands writ
ing, was not addressed to herself. She
drew her hand across her eyes and then
looked again.
No, it was not her fancy; it was not
the freak of disordered brain; there,
in the bold, decided characters she
knew so well, she saw the words:
Ordered by n. Rossiter. To be
sent to Mrs. Ferguson, II. Gledbervill
Terrace, st. Adams Road"
Afraid to speak, lest she should burst
into tears of rage, Mamie Rossiter
hastily quitted the shop and walked
away, not caring in what direction she
went, till she found herself consider
able distance from her own home.
Il will never go back to it," she
vehemently declared, IN the first
tumults of her passion. 'Neil has
been deceiving me; keeping up an
intimacy with this woman; sending
her presents, and paying her visits, OF
course; which /, poor trusting SIM
pleton, have never suspected! Oh!
how could he be so cruel, so wicked!
could die and escape my misery. l
cannot live with him now; and how
can | ever be happy again?"
Then she determined to 90 direct to
her widowed mother, whose home was
at Carlisle: and was on her way to
Euston Square before she recolleeted
that such & journey could not be
undertaken without money, and her
purse was in the pocket of another
dress.
In spite of her unwillingness to re-
turn to the house where, till now, she
had dwelt in such happy security, a
loving, and apparently beloved wife,
it was an absolute necessity. More
over, she was beginning to feel very
feminine longing to upbraid her
teacherous husband, and convince him
of his guilt before she bade him
farewell for ever.
But she had wandered so far away,
that when she reached her own door,
the servant who opened it cried out in
| alarm at her ghastly looks and ex-
hausted condition.
With the cooks assistance she was
supported TO a sofa, where she lay
struggling with faintness and hysteria
| till the frightened women began to ask
| each other ii it would not be prudent to
| fetch the nearest medical man.
This, however, Mrs. Rossiter con-
trived to find voice enough to forbid
She had walked too far and lost her.
self, she told them. She would have
| some tea, and 60 and lie down.
housemaid, she dragged herself up
stairs to her own room, submitted to
be undressed and to swallow a nostrum
| prescribed by cook, then begged to be
| left to herself.
| s'When Mr.. Rossiter comes in tell
him nave wretched headache, and
am trying to sleep it off. On no ac-
count must he disturb me-"
To enforce this command she slid
off the bed as soon as her servants left
| her, turned the key in the door, and
slipped the bolt in the one
leading to the dressing-room where
| Neil kept his evening-suit and shaving
apparatus, and enjoyed his morning
ablutions.
This done, she lay down again. not
to sleep, but to rest her aching limbs,
and gather strength for the long
journey of the morrow.
Presently she heard her husbands
voice, and by the fall of other foot
steps besides his own she knew that
Mr.. Bosley had accompanied him.
AS they entered the house Neil
laughed at some remark made by his
friend, and his wife shivered at the
sound.
Then there was sudden hush,
broken only by the shriller tones of
Sarah, who, in a half-whisper was ex-
planning why her mistress did not ap-
pear.
The next moment Neil Rossiter was
turning the handle of his wife's door,
and tapping, but very softly, for ad-
mission.
After waiting awhile, he went away,
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