Huntsville gazette., 1889-06-29

himself at a table and commencing to
write ''How long will it take You to get
ready?"
DO you wish me to go now, sir?" in
quired Miss Tall1ative, rather taken aback.
Yes now. This instant said Mr..
Jamison inpatently. Get your bonnet
on, and this will be ready for you"
Miss Talkative was the personiioation of
good nature and though not enchanted at
the idea of a trip to the other side of Chi
cago, she proceeded to equip herself with
alacrity. Nr. Jamison had finished bis let
ter by the time she came up again, and he
at once handed it to her with some silver
for the cab fare.
ASK to see tho lady" he said, Impress
fveIy 'and give her the letter II she is
not at home, do not leave it, but bring it
back with you. On no account give it to
any one else"
is there en- answer, sir?n inquired Miss
Talkatiye, rather fiustered by these instruc-
tons.
Yes, there will probably be an answer
If the lady asks you any questions, tell her
l was very angry on receiving the letter.
Tell her 1 shall probably leave Chicago in a
few days" and Mr. Jamison began pacing
the floor moodily.
1t crossed Miss Talkativc mind thati the
letter related to her note she might save her
self this long trip. But before she had time
to arrive at any conclusion Mr.. Jamison in
terrupted her meditations by saying sharply:
Come, Miss Talkative, don't waste val
liable time. The sooner the letter is deliv-
cred the better | shall be pleased 1t IS of
great Importance remember"
Miss TaIkative turned to retire, and soon
as his landlady stepped ont the door Mr.
Jamison commenced to re-read number Of
old letters which lay on her desk.
While he perused them his face was
study Anger, pain, fear hope and ieal-
ousy passed over his features in rapid sue
cession.
my dearest George" he said uncon-
sciously speaking aloud, and there was
bitter ring in his voice F'How she did de-
ceive me- Oh. Alice, loved you and viii
always love you Why were you so cruel?'
Then, calming himself, he continued to
read When he came to the last letter he
paused for q moment and read it aloud:
GEORGE: I have dec ived you long
enough l am going to marry Mr. Sharp,
whom YOU despise so much / am really
sorry you love me, for it may pain you to
learn that l am false. 1t seems what in
tended for Irritation has been serious on
your part. Forgive me if you can but if
not remember me as a giddy tlirt ALICE.
''P S. DO not write to me, for l shall not
read your letters. A."
On finishing this last Mr.. Jamison sank
down in chair and began to weep in ST
lence.
: :
July 4, 1850. A small, elegant cottage in
Englewood rang with the mirth Of many
guests
1t was the occasion of the marriage of the
daughter of the house, Alice, to Frank
Sharp, handsome dashing young lawyer.
The hands of the small silver clock on
the mantel pointed to the hour of half-past
nine when the prospective mother-in-law
said to the BRIDE
Alice, you had better go and dress. 1t
is nearly ten, and the minister has arrived"
The young lady addressed was a tall,
beautiful brunette, and at her mothers
words she moved to her room with a grace
and dignity that proved she came Of good
family.
Suddenly there was a ring at the door
bell, and Alice heard ladys voice inquir-