Morning journal and courier., 1888-07-27
Incredib6 Cruelty.


Three short, blissfu1 months had passed
over the heads of Callithumpian w. Magru-
der and his bride, and not cloud had
| dimmed the brightness of their domestic
sky. The angel of peace hevered over their
household its full ten hours day, and the
cricket of connubial Joy chirped contentedly
about their hearthstone the rest of the time,
There was nothing fhe proud young husband
| thought a. task If it gratiied the slightest
wish of his hearts idol or brought smile to
her lovely face. Time and again he had
arisen in the dead of night to drive some
1ow-spirited cat off the premises, or to bathe
| his head in rosewater or diluted carbolic acid
l if the odor of the cigars smoked in his
! downtown Office during the day was found
to have fingered about him. For her sake
l he had subscribed for four Boston maya
| zines, sold the most promising bull-terrier
| pup in the Seventh ward, joined society
for the advancement of ethical culture, ani
had determined with all his soul to get the
hang of Browning or perish in the ATTEMPT.
The Fourth of July had come and gone.
With bloodshot eyes Ca1lithumpian W. Ma
l gruder sat at breakfast trying with un-
steady hand to lift cup of coffee to his
lips.
ing for the first time that her husband ap
peared indisposed, "what is the matter
with youa Are you ill2"
"I-I am rather rocky this morning, Ell.
asda," he responded, 'fbut it will pass.
shall be all right again."
"Callithumpian, rejoined the wife with
that tender anxiety that leads woman
heaven bless herl-to minister to a siol
man by trying to stuff him with food,
"won't you have some eggs and a larger
piece of steakl"
tElheda," was the reply, as he put up .
trembling hand to ward off the proffered
consolation, 'I shall have to tell you what
the trouble is. 1t will come out sooner OIL
| later at the coroner's inquest. You slept
| well last night of courses"
Certainly"
Overcome by the excitement of the day
and the disturbed slumbers of the nigh
before, your sleep was sound and dream
less as that of tired child. You heart
no noise down cellar in the middle of tn.
nights'
'sI did not, Callithumpian," replied Ell
Reda, turning pale with apprehension.
'fWell, did. It aroused me from O
restless and unquiet sleep, and without
waking you I dressed myself quietly, seized
q heavy cane and stole softly down stairs
I found a man in the cellar-do not start
Elfeds. He was a little, dried-up, with
cred, insignificant, sneak thief, not hall
as dangerous as setting hen. He was
helping himself to your finest canned fruit.
lifted the little rascal out of che cellar
/ on the toe of my shoe"
ST am glad nothing worse happened. my
love. But why are you so uunerveda 1t
l is all over now."
s'No, it is not all overt" exclaimed the
| husband, as he looked off into vacancy with
| q holloweyed, despairing gaze; "remorse is
Iefti'
| s'RemorseF'
Eyes, bitter, gnawing, agonizing remorsel
Listen! Before I kicked the thief out
looked abous for some means of inficting O
punishment upon him that he would remen-
l Der, and temptation from the evil one
came into my mind. On plate upon one of
| the hanging shelves was something you had
prepared with your own hands"
"Yes, 1 remember, it was pudding
made myself. Why"
'Elfsda," said the husband hoarsely, as
| he looked at her in stony despair, ST made
| him eat that puddingin