The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1890-09-25


time for the most part in an agony Of fear
| that she will one day do something too
| foolish and childish for words. The re-
suit is that she goes freely about, bleating
of the trial that dear jacks jealousy is to
| her.
''Ive only been married four months"
she explains, land it is hard | can't speak
to any other man because dear Jack is so
| jealous" and SO on. Well, at last found
out what this nice young persons ambi-
ton was. What do you think? To have
an attendant man! A man who will go
from one dowdy afternoon to another
dowdy afternoon and be at her beck and
call, to stand by while she fiirts with other
men and thankfully accept the crumbs
that fall from her beautyship's table!
Little idiot So as she is not attractive
enough to secure a really smart man, and.
as several very smart men, to my knowl-
edge, do not care to see poor Jack on
the grill, she has to content herself with
an ancient beau, who has been the laugh
ing-stock Of society for many and many
year. For my own parf, | don't think
poor jack is brilliant, but, hang me, if
I wouldn't rather spend an hour talking
to him any day thaa to the pompous old
mummy whom Mrs. Jack drags from one
place to another with such an air of CO.
Quetry and pride.
Yet Mrs. Jack would be nightly Offend
ed if anyone ventured to question her
right to be called an honest woman, or
even limited that she was not doing her
duty by her husband. And the men who
are literally living two lives would be
vastly offended il one dared to cast a
doubt upon the lustre of that which they
proudly call their honor! Dear, dear,
what quaint world this is!
eve must go away, Stephen" said
Julia, suddenly, after Il few minutes
ooh, yes, indeed we must I SHOULD al
ways live in the direst dread OF the whole
truth coming to light aud if it ever did
should die of shame know that ought
if 1 was a Spartan good kind Of wife
to urge you to give every fartiing you
have to hospital and Yourself to the law.
But I'm not q Spartan and thiuk never
was very good, and I can't bring myself
to do anything except to beg that You
will give it all up and come away with
me, to place of safety and let us try
to forget that these things, these dread
full things, have ever be n, and help one
another to live a good and quiet life in the
future"
He was almost struck dumb by her
words, by the mercifulness of her decision
for he had expected something utterly
different And he laid his head against
her shoulder and made a mighty VOW
within his own heart that by hook or by
crOok--nO, God help him, not by crock
he would turn to different kind of work
and make two fortunes, one for his wife
to spend as she would. the other that
she might endOw some charity with at
least twice as much as he had ever drawn
from the company with which he had been
associated almost ever since he could re-
member.
But I must say that Stephen Howard
felt no more shame at his profession"
than did ever any highwayman Of old. lie
was grieved that the wife whom he adOred
should be distressed and he was angry
with himself for having placed her in
position of some risk-beyond this, how
ever, he only thought it pity that every
thing had come to light.
''Steve, my DEAR" Julia said, at last,
''there is one question I want to ask you.
1t is about Bob and Mamie. They belong
to this dreadful society, too?"
81 can't tell you-don't ask me-" he said
in great distress.
"But Bob at least does-I am sure of it. "
my darling, I beg of you to let that
question rest. And pray" he cried, do
let me implore Of you to say no word which
will cast suspicion upon my sister. Prom
Use me you will do this"
EYES," she said, 81 will promise you. /
have my own thoughts about it, Stevie-1
know what think. And now let me say
just one thing morc-it is that as long as
you keep faith with me-and | know that
YOU will will never mention this sub
ject to you again. Let it be as if this dis
cOvery of mine had never been made, for
if it is constantly being discussed and
ragged over between us, we shall only
have q miserable and wretched life, and,
indeed, it would be better to part at once"
ooh, Juey," he cried, chow good, how
generous you are!'
May" she answered, with a touch of
her old sarcasm, 'you had best say moth
ing about that. There's a saying you
know, which says, It's easy work burying
other folks BARNS, so we might read it,
It's easy work forgiving other folks
losses,'" and then, poor girl. the strain
became too much for her, and she burst
out crying and hid her poor flushed shamed
face upon the breast which in strict JUS
tice she ought to have scorned but which
in reality this dreadful trouble seemed
only to have made dearer than it had been
before.