The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1890-02-07

forgive murder, IL Il when : man,
suffering the wrong you have suffered
kills. in . moment Of mad anguish, the
man who stole his happiness and
robbed him Of his wife's honor. But.
before you commit this rash act. ask
yourself If you have any grounds 70
even suspect me? None, except that
1 am . stranger, and happened to meet
your wife when she was Q Young and
Innocent girl. And, IA heard her
speak of you yesterday, and as I saw
her face beam with q happiness which
could not have been feigned while tell
ing ME Of how much she loved you, I
believe there ia some terrible mistake
here-that your wife has either played
some joke on you, or that this letter
was not meant"
stop, stranger! I believe We air
t ter ms aaio hut lief sf yer .t try ter s.x preach Sl!
purity. face. oh, fool, that I ever
brought her ter SIGH a lonely place as
this. But Isethought she meant it
when she said she'd be happy any
whares with me. God curse ther day
tibet 1 ever thought she could be happy
here. 1 wuz SO happy I thought Of
none but myself. / see now she hain't
been ther same since I got her them
e dresses, an the books Of city ways
an styles, an tibet fine lookin'- glass
thur. An ther little gal has changed
since Their papers I 'scribed fur came
all filled up with love, an grand ways
O. livin', an plenty o. company fur
young wives. She wur all alone.
l know 1 oughten ter expected she'd
like it, ami never oughter come tween
us, me bringin' her here. It's awful
rough, stranger, but I CUES I'm ter
blame. My God! she mighter stayed.
one day longer, an Civ me warnin', so
s 1 could er drunk in enough o. ther
music O her voice ter las me, an SO 3
l mighter bathed myself in the SUM-
shine o her bright eyes one mo- day.
But she's gone, as I mighter expected
EFF I'd thought ernough ov anything
'cept myself. An here's her note, as
slick an nice cs emmy schoolmarm
coulder writ-but ther words seem
hard and cold ter me, an I feel like er
man thet's dying by inches of ther bite
o a pisen sarpent; but yet I can hear
the musico o. her voice IS If it wur sound
in ter me from away Off What's
tibet? Her voice? What's she sayin'?
Excuse her fur bein' SO late, but she
stopped by Mrs. Quillin's, whose baby's
dyin'? Stop thar, gal! Whut Yer
comm back hear fur?"
Poor Jennie, who heard these words
as she started lightly up the steps,
with her lips pursed up for the usual
Kiss, stopped as if petrifed at hearing
these words, and seeing her husband
with a gun in his hands. Before she
could reply, he had flung the paper at
her, and Missed:
"Heur, take yer note, an go with
Their man who will treat yer better n
l hev. Go, quick, befo' I furget
thet-"
She glanced at the note, recovered
her spirits in o moment, andthen burst
into a peal OF the merriest laughter 1
ever Granddaughter in which real
mirth was mixed with the melody of a
happy. heart suddenly relieved of a
great burden. Then, before he could
recover from the stupor into which
this threw him, she ran up the steps.
grabbed his face in both her hands.
looked into his honest eyes a moment.
and then kissed him repeatedly, laugh
ing and crying, and exclaiming:
You sweetest of husbands, and did
this little note make you jealous?
And did you have that gun to kill me
on sight, OF the man whom you thought
I had gone with?"
She explained the note was one she
had penned Us the beginning of a little
story she was going to write for an
Eastern paper, and which she did not
intend Hank to see until she read it to
him in the paper. She had written
several stories, and had been paid for
them, and was going to use his name
in this one, and then read it to him.
and tell him the secret.
1t was a merry household that night,
and i neve was treated so royalty in
my life. Hank took me out into the
"horse lot" after dinner, and saw that
no one else was near, and then said:
"Mr. Mcpherson, I hope yer will not
hint ter jimmy whit er blamed fool L
made o myself over tibet fool thing. by
jings, 1 trimble when I think how near
l come ter shootin' yer. I hev told.
mother ter never breeth or word O.
whit carryin's on we had fore jimmy
come back. 1t has larned me err lesson
"a bitter one, too. I'll never be ieal-
GUS o. my wife ergain. I think a
jealous man is ther bigges' fool on
earth. 1 said this onct befo', when I
saw err play erbout tibet Teller, 'Thello
an Desdymony, but I never knew whut