The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-10-01
How a Wicked Drummer Plays a
srick on His Jealous Wife,
and Gains Her Fears.

patient being the wife of a well known
travelling man. She had noticed that
her husband never brought his grip
home with him, but always left 1t at
store when he came In from a Trip, ana
in her jealousy she imaglnedl III 70 DC llllea
with love letters, appointments OIL meet
ings with fair ones, etc. A few days
since. while her husband was on a trip
through Dakota, she went down TO tne
store, and, approaching h eporter, SAID
John, you like to make a dollar honestly
when you can, don't youS"
sob, yes'm."
"You know where my husband Keeps
his grip, don't your"
"Yes'm: he throws it down in a corner
of the Office and leaves it there.
"Well. look here, John. He Will be IN
on the Northern Pacific train tomorrow
morning, and if. at the first opportunity,
YOU slip his grip out OF the house anu
bring it up to me III give you a ootiar.
You can bring it back again in half an
hour"
The porter consented. and two lays
later presented himself at the drummer,s
residence with the grip in his hand. lie
explained that he had not before mao an
opportunity to carry it away. and, giving
him q seat in the parlor, the woman car
ried the prize to the bedroom, and with
set teeth and pale face opened II. Inc
first thing she encountered was a wen
worn pocket Bible, thumbed and showing
the marks of much handling. Then she
dug out q soiled shirt, some uncnaste
socks, comb, ha~irbrush, and then Il
found a letter folded Wlthln an ehveiop9'
This she opened eagerly and G as FOL,
lows 5000
DEAR S1R-Your monthly assessment OF MY
cents for the support of the Young Mems Chris
tian Association (Bible fund.- Is now due, anu
the earnest interest you have always taken n
the work assures me you WI promptly re .hnt
the good cause progresses rapidly, as you pre-
dicted it would in your address delivered mere a
A. W. EDWARDS Secretary.
This drove much of the hard. stony look
from her face, bnt she continued her
search. She fished out three or TOUR
tracts, q bottle of pop, q Francis Murphy
Temperance badge, a bottle oil Dr. sure
pops corn destroyer, and beneath IL al,
in the bottom of the grip, a letter, sealed.
Stamped and ready for the mail. addressed
to "Miss George Gray, st. Paul., Mimi.
The superscription was in her husbands
we'll known handwriting, AMI again the
stony look came into her eye
"Oh, the wretchi" she cried in her an,
guish. my suspicious are too well
founded! Georgia Grayl Oh. this is too
muchp' and she gave way to O flood OF
tears.
When she had Gained herself she tore
the letter open and read as follows
ST. PAUL, MINI, Sept. 19.
Your note asking me to meet you in Rice
Park Saturday evening was handed me by a
district messenger boy this morning. In reply,
permit me to say that yon have MISTAKEN the
ried man, and am blessed with the love and
confidence of the greatest little WIFE IN
America. Rather than betray that confidence
- IfehOnOr That Iowa I VDuld SlffpI. .lDtHgl
deaths. In my eyes there IS but one woman IN
the world, and she it is who greets me with a
pleasant smile and a wifely kiss every time
come from a trip. WILLIAM -
Then she laid down on the bed and
sobbed for a while, and then closed the
grip, took it to the porter, M asked MIN
to etu it to the store and say nothing
| of what had occurred. AS he entered the
store the drummer stepped from behind a
pile of goods and asked:-
"Did she go through it, John?o
Guess so. She took it into another
| room, an was gone half an hour before
she brought it back"
How did she acU?"
well, she was smilin' awfully, but
looked teary all around the eyes. She
gimme another dollar, an said this would
be a happy world if all men were like her
husband"
THAT'S business. John. Here's the V
/ promised you, and now let's go across
the street and take something. When you
come back dump that stuff and put my
things back in the grip, for | go out to-
morrow morning. I'll never forget you,
John, for putting me on to this, n they
| slipped out and Disappeared behind the
green shade of a convenient saloon.-St
Paul Herald.
Women Lays Too Many Plans.
The average woman is not incident.
| She overtaxes hand, heart and brain, and
means we'll" as the phrase is. A twenty
| fifth hour would be no boon to her. Sht
would simply lay plans for a half dozen
The result of planning more than can pos
sibly be accomplished Is harassing in tn
extreme, and the consciousness OF task!
arranged for but not accomplished drives
| sleep from the eyes of many a loving, self
| sacrificing mother, who does not realize
| that her fault lies not in her failure t.
meet all the demands which she allows
but in her unjust estimate of the limita
tions of time, born of the equally unjus
estimnte of her own responsibilities tx
her family and the world in general
HGTpeT'S BdzGT.
Styles of American Beauty.
The close observer cannot but perceive
that there are changes taking place in GU
established standards OF beauty. For IN
stance, the southern type of lovely womal
was formerly a creature of langour0u
movement, dusky hair, passionate. darl
eye; today she is frequently a CLASH
blonde, devoid of high color, like a Cherc
kee rose, perfect in outline and energeti
I'M movement, as are the traditional north
erners. Those American women, however
ecu lar
no itself in many important particulars, Hood
Sarsaparillai is different from and superior to an