The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-08-28
now HE AlLArD SUMPTION.
A Festive drummer Hakss Himself Solid a
The Domestic KrSide.

The worst "a Of suspicion and jeal-
ousy in the northwest has just been
cured, the patient being the wife Of a
we'll known travelling man. She had
noticed that her husband never brought
his grip home with him but always left II
at the store when he came in from a tnp,
and in her jealousy she imagined 1t to be
filed with love letters, appointment Of
meetings with fair ones, etc. A few days
since, while her husband was on a trip
through Dakota she went down to the
store and approaching the porter, said:
John, you like to make a dollar honestly
when you can, don't your"
"0h, yes'm."
"You know where my husband keeps
his grip, don't your"
"Yes'm; he throws 1t down in acOrner
Of the office and leaves 1t there"
well, look here, John. He will be on
the Northern Pacific train tomorrow
morning, and II, at the first opportunity,
you slip his grip out of the house aud
bring it up to me I'll give you a dollar.
You can bring 1t back again in half an
hour"
The porter consented, and two DAYS
later presented himself at the drummer's
residence with the grip in his hand, says
the st. Paul Herald. He explained that
be had not before had an opportunity to
carry it away, and giving him a seat in
the parlor, the woman carried the prize
to the bedroom, and with set teeth and
pale face opened it. The first thing she
encountered was a well-worn pocket
Bible, thumbed and showing the marks
Of much handling. Then she drew out a
soiled shirt, some unchaste socks, comb,
hair brush, and then she found a letter
folded within an envelope. This she
opened eagerly and read as follows:
FARGO, D. T., Sept. l, 1889.
Mr.. William. DEAR SIR: Your monthly
assessment Of 80 cents for the support Of
the Young Mems Christian association
(Bible fund.- Is now due, and the earnest
interest you have always taken in the
work assures me you will promptly remit
the amount. You will be pleased to
learn that the good canse progresses
rapidly, rs you predicted Il would in
your address delivered here 4 few weeks
since. Yours,
A. W. EDWARDS, Secretary.
This drove much Of the hard, stony
look from her face, but she continued her
search. She Rshed out three or four
tracts, 4 bottle Of pop, a Francis Murphy
temperance badge, a bottle Of DR.. Sure
pops corn destroyer, and beneath it all,
in the bottom Of the grip, a letter, sealed,
stamped and ready for the mail, addressed
to Miss Georgia Gray, St. Paul, MINI.
The superscription was in her hus-
bands well known handwriting, and
again the stony look came into her eyes.
"0h, the wretchl" she cried in her
anguish, my suspicious are too well
founded! George Gray Oh, this is too
much, too much!" and she rave way to
a food Of tears.
When she had Gained herself she tore
the letter open and read as follows:
ST. PAUL, Mimi, Sept. ls-Miss Gray
Your note asking me to meet you in Rice
park Saturday evening was handed me
by q district messenger boy this morning.
In reply, permit me TO say that you have
mistaken the man. You may not be
aware that l am a married man, and am
blessed with the love and confidence Of
the greatest little wife In America.
Rather than betray that confidence or
dishonor that love, l would suffer l0,OGO
deaths. In my eyes there Is but one
woman in the world, and she 1t Is who
greets me with a pleasant smile and a
Wifely kiss every time l come from q
trip. WILLIAM -.
Then she laid down on the bed and
sobbed for a while, and then closed the
grip, took ii to the porter, and asked him
to return 1t to the store and say nothing
Of what had occurred. As he entered the
store the drummer stepped from behind
q pile Of goods and asked:
Odd she 90 through ii, John2"
Guess 50. She took 1t into another
room, an was gone half an hour before
sne brought " Dack.
"How did she act?"
"Well, she was smilin' awiully, but
looked teary all around the eyes. She
gimme another dollar an said this would
be 4 happy world II all men were like her
husband"
That's business, John. Here's the v
l promised you, and o let's go across
the street and have something. When
You come back dump that stuff and put
my things back in the grip, for l go out
tomorrow morning. I'll never forget
you, John, for putting me on to this"
and they slipped out and disappeared
behind the green shade Of a convenient
saloon.