The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1890-10-03
I TRAGEDY OF ERRORS.
MANY KYLE DALLIs IN NEW YoRK LEDoER.

dinner, and sitting at the window |
with her embroidery, that she saw |
messenger boy crawl up the street, stop
to throw a stone at another boy, and |
finally ring her door bell.
A moment after this, Bella, the up
stairs girl, brought her note. It
was from her friend, Edwina Jones,
familiarity Ned, who had come from
afar to pay her visit, and being, timor-
ous, had decided to wait at the depot
until she came to meet her. There was
no time to lose Mrs. Jeffries gave
few directions to her cook and hurried
away.
Half an hour after she had gone Mr..
JeHres returned home and let himself
in with his latch key, wondering that
his wife did not come to meet him.
Mr.. Jeffries had been a very jealous
man before he married He confessed
1t. He would not permit any one to
pay the least attention to his Emma
Jane. Even cousins of the first degree
made him suffer pangs of grief unknown
when they called of Sunday afternoons,
and an uncle, who was unusually young
for chat relationship, while as yet IN
known, had driven him to the most Sc.
rious thoughts of suicide, for Emma
Jane had kissed him in the front hall.
Do you really think, Jefferson JEFF.
ries, that I can endure such conduct p"
his Emma Jane had remarked. as it
possible that any one can put up with
being followed around like that, and
stared at like that? Do you think /
will?" and then she had given him
back his ring, and he had ground it I'M
der foot.
However, he bought her another in q
month or so, and they made it up and
married; and Jeffries, warned by the
past, had behaved himself very well, in
deed, he had never yet been jealous of his
wife, when one afternoon in August he
came home early to dinner and found
her gone out. >
Bella, did she say where she was go
ing?" asked Mr.. Jeffries.
No, SIR" said Bella "She gave out
the things for dessert and went out in a
hurry loike, in her best things, just
after shegot note lolke brought by a
boy dressed loike a tallygraph."
"Ah!"' said Mr.. Jeffries. Al trust
her mother is not i'll. 1t really seems
as though. something must have hap
pened. ,"
He went upstairs when he had said
this, and looked about him for the mes
sage, which doubtless she had left lying
somewhere. lie could see none. He
opened the drawer in which Emma Jane
Kept her triAes of lace and ribbon, and
quilted muslin, and still saw nothing
But glancing into che waste paper has.
ket, he discovered twisted paper and
rs it was the last Of the little heap
picked it out and unfolded it.
Spreading out the wrinkles, he put
his glasses on his nose and read. An(
as he read his check grew pale, for these
were the words:
DEAREST EMMA JANE-Meet me on the New
York side OF Twenty-third street ferry. lonI
to see you after our long parting. Yours very
NED
Nedl" calculated Nh. Jefries; Ned
He ground his teeth and clenched hi
fists. lie could have howled with rage
but for the proprieties which we gen
orally observe in our greatest agonies
This was the end of it all then: Emm
Jane had gone ito meet her old beau
Old or new, who could tell? A lover
any how. He tried to be calm; but h
could not believe himself mistaken. ii
knew her brothers and cousins well
They we're Peter, Paul, William Elias
Samuel, and James. Even her father
who would not have signed his frs
name, was Adonriam. There was no wa
out oft.
eNo end but one," thought Mr.. JEFF
ries, as he sought for the pistol genei
ally kept on hand for possible burglars
II must follow them, find them, shoe
him first, her next, and myself last N
one shall know why; but the traltie'
shall know as she diesl"
He put the pistol in his pocket, GROW
ded his hat over his eyes and rushe
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