Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-08-15
SAVED az 4 coAoHMAN.
Mr.. Smiths Marrow Escape From .
MOther-In-Law's Vengeance.


MOther-in-Law's Vengeance.
Mr.. Smith, recently-lnarried man,
observed with foreboding of evil that
his mother-in-law, Mrs. Duzenbury,
had in her eye an ominous glare. When
she looked at him there was o glitter
in her eye that filed him with appre.
tensions of the most dismal character.
His worst fears were realized when
she invited him into the parlor for the
purpose of having a confidential talk
with him.
'Yes, Mr.. Smith," she began, in a
solemn voice, quite inadvertently,
assure you, happened to-to-examine
your dress coat, and what do you sup
pose found on it?"
One evening not long before this con-
versation, Mr.. Smith, under the pretext
OF attending an important meeting at the
lodge, had participated in a stag party
at which there were oysters and cham
payne, songs, hilarity, etc., so thinking
that his mother-in-law in some myste-
rious manner had got wind of the af-
fair, with guilty look on his face he
averted his eyes from her basilisk gaze.
ION that coat" continued Mrs Duz-
enbury, in a tone of voice that would
have done credit to a Judge on the bench
sentencing q prisoner to death-''on
that coat, Mr.. Smith, 1 discovered two
long, dark-red hair"
Feeling sure that the old lady was on
the wrong track, with wild outburst
of virtuops indignation Smith replied,
scornfully:
'sHVyEeell. -Madamse, What OF It? Do you
mean to institute that L"
ESI 10 g. III
replied Mrs. Duzenbury; II have other
and more convincing proofs of your du-
plicity. Perhaps you know something
greasy looking document under his
nose.
'Where-where did you get that let.
ter?" stammered Smith.
I'm removing the hairs from your
coat, accidentally-quite accidentally,
assure you'll felt this letter in the
breast pocket. l hope you don't sup
pose that 1 would stoop so low as to
pry into other peoples affairs"
''Of course not; but 1 don't know any
thing about that letter."
Then will read it to you. While
read please examine this garnet ring
which was in the pocket with the letter.
"DEAREsr HENRY-wait for me on the
corner this evenin'. My husband is orful
Jealous, and keeps his eye on NEE. Thanks
for them hours. Yours tell deth,
LowIsA."
Il swear l know nothing"
''Silence, ter-raitor!" and she raised
her hand impressively. Tomorrow
Clara, poor, wronged child, will return
with me to her proper home, from which
she has been wrenched by a villain"
just at this crisis the coachmen en-
tered. and broad grin of pleasure
spread over his face as he saw the
letter.
Excuse me, boss, but l have been
hitting everywhere. l couldn't think
"Nere 1 put it" he said, very much con-
fuGNd.
Then suppose this ring belongs to
youa too" said Smith, holding up the
cheNp piece of jewelrY.
That's mine, too, "grinned the coach
man.
us ToSr Christian name Henry?"
asked MIA Duzenbury, with q piercing
glance.
YES, ma1s"
How did these evidences of guilt get
into my son-ir laws pocket"
Il ought n0t to have done it, mum,
but borrowed Mr.. Smiths coat without
asking him, to attend little party given
by the Hired-Coachmen's Social Club
I and a lady"
! SILENCE, base mani! and she haught-
| lily swept out of the room.
Smith AYERS that even after this COM
plete vindication she still regarded him
with suspicion, and prolonged her visit
| three weeks in order to watch him.
Alex. Z. Sweet, in Texas Siftings.