The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-08-17
A JEALOUS WIFE.
The Interesting Story Of a Cryp-
togram.

Inc interesting STORY OF q Cryp-
. togram.
Mr.. and Mrs. Ronayne were gen.
orally considered by their friends and
acquaintance to be an exceptionally
happy and fortunate couple. They
had pretty house at Chiswiek,
got up in the latest esthetico-fashion-
able style. Mrs. Ronayne drove out
daily either in her neat victoria or
heater brougham, drawn by the most
spanking pair Of chestnuts that ever
came out of Tattersall's. Mr.. Ro-
nayne was known to be something in
the city, though what the ''some-
thtng" was no one knew precisely;
but the resulting income must be-,
every one argued, considerable. No
small economies were apparent in
their menage, even to the eyes of the
most critical and prying of spinster
ladies. Mrs. Ronayne had her gowns
made at the best of West End
"houses, and her bonnets and other
accessories of attire were quite beyond
reproach. AS for Ronayne himself,
Poole and Smalpage tailored for him,
Hobby shod him and Lincoln and Ben
nett covered his slightly bald Uranium
with the most immaculate and glossy
OF silk hats.
The little dinners given by this
fortunate pair were quite epicurean in
their way. Though limited as to the
number of guests for it was seldom
that more than ten or twelve sat down
to the Ronaynes exquisitely decked
table-the hostess was noted for her
skill in getting pleasant people to-
gether, and therefore her invitations
were rarely, if ever, declined, and her
guests were never bored. All the
married folks of their acquaintance
quoted them to each other as realized
ideal of matrimonial felicity.
"Oh Arthur, If yo@ treated me with
half the Difference and affection with
which Mr.. Ronayne treats his wife, !"
said Mrs. Fitzsharp to her mild-faced
lord and master, ''what a happy
woman | should ber'
"My dear Mathilda, cunt you get a
gown to fit you as Mrs. Ronayne's fit
her? But | suppose it's not the fault OF
your gowns, after all; it's the dowdy
woman inside them,' snarled Mr..
Brown to his patient spouse, whose
only answer was weary sigh. ''Ro-
nayne is a lucky fellow" M
And so the Fitzsharps and the
Browns thought themselves very
much to be pitied, while their more
fortunate neighbors were to be envied,
admired--and toadied.
Every body was civil, nay, more
than civil to tho Ronaynes. Mrs.
Ronayne's gowns and bonnets were
copied by all the maids and matrons in
Linden Park; her drawing-room was
always full to overlooking on her ''At
Home days, and compliments and
pretty speeches floated like incense on
the air whenever she put her daintily
shod foot inside her neighbors' doors.
The fortunate Mrs Ronayne lacked
nothing; her two children were a:
pretty and picturesque as any to b.
seen portrayed in all the glory of gold
en- hair, plush and well-turned legs or
the walls of Burlington House. Jus
us rose looks best with an unfoldet
bud or two near it, so a pretty woman
never looks more charming than wher
II flower-faced child or tw . hangs abou
her. Mrs. Ronayne knew this, ant
darling Evie'' and darling Robbie
were generally to be seen in the draw
ing-room on her Thursday afternoons
or in the carriage when she drove il
the Park. Was there any locked cup
board holding its grinning, bony in
mate in that gorgeously furnished
suburban villa9 Was there one Ittl,
rift in the lute that made music for the
Ronaynes? one crumpled leaf in thei
couch of roses? one black, coars,
thread in the cloth-of-gold web of theil
livosp Let us peep, like Asmodeus, un
der the Bonaynes' roof and see.
The breakfast hour at Honeywoo,
Villa was nine o. clock, rather an earl,
hour for Londoners, but Mr.. Ronayn
liked to get down to his office by half
past ten, and Mrs. Ronayne liked t,
preside over her husbands matutina
repast, pouring out his coffee with he
own fair hands, and casting a solicitous
not to say curious, glance at him as h
looked over his correspondence. In
deed, so anxious was she that her lort
should lack none Of the petitS soin
which were his due, that she Away
catered the breaSfast-room at least
quarter of an hour before him, and cas-
Il housewifely regard over the table, t,
zee that every thing was arranged il
accordance with his somewhat fastldi
Gus taste. At the same time, and TO
Ter own satisfaction, she was in tn,
habit Of scrutinizing pretty closely tn,
covers OF all Mr.. Ronayne's letters.
One bright spring morning Mrs
lionayno emerged fresh and fair a
-lurora's self from her chamber, an,
descending tho stairs rather NOR,
quickly than usual, entered the coy
tile hraAkast-roona. and went straigh
- the table whore Mr.. Roaagae's OK
taasiye spoadenca was spread on
lnposingi3 Raining TIE array Of lie.
hrs ayss l'@o-l.g, 8Aa aaally Stag i.