The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-06
The Jealous Wife.
From tie New York Herald.

John loved his young wife as the flowers love
the dew;
She felt she could not live without him;
He vowed that TO her he would ever be true
He vowed as the rest Of the young husbands do (;
She vowing she never would doubt him.
One morning John left, through habit per-
His overcoat down in the hall;
"Ahem!' qIoth the wife, the OCCASIONS pro-
pitious
To test Johns fidelity; though not supicious,
I'll peep in his pockets, that's all.
"a bundle Of letters! and tied with bow
The perfume is altar of roses.
All, they're from his mother, who worships
him SO;
Although not inquisltlve, I'd like TO know
Just how she begins, and how closes.
"My own precious love" Just what used to
say!
From Helen your own until deathr
Why, that's not his mother's-Caroline Mayf'
And why has he torn Off the envelopes, pray?
Suspicion quite shortens my breath.
1.-THE goose that 1 anl-'tis some sweetheart Of
old!
Suspicion shall not blanch my cheek
How foolish to doubt him-the date would have
told;
And yet they're not musty. there's no trace of
mold
Great heavens! they're dated this week.
They're burning with love- o. my poor heart
will break!
While I'm scarcely more than a bride,
My John to prove faithiess-the villain, the
I'll quickly repair to my chamber and take
That last step in life-suicidel
ia leap from the window-but as it's not
DARK
I'd look such a fright in the fall
I'd die by his pistol-but when cold and stark
Tnere'd be on my temple a black powder
mark
And horrid great hole from the BALL.
my corpse mutiiated would spoil the effect,
For must look lovely in DEATH
Cut my throat with his razor-O, let me re
feet
'Twould sever my windpipe, and then, expect
never could draw my last breath
'Should l drown myself down where the water
is clear,
By the mill in the deep, placid race?-
The fishes would eat me! No; no! then
fear
I'll have to hang up by the big chandelier
And then Ill turn black in the face.
81 might light the fire with the kerosene can
And go where all treachery ceases;
I'd do it with dynamite were 1 a man
No. no! I'll die easy, by some other plan,
And not leave my corpse all in pieces.
IN ask the French druggist, just over the
way,
For something to poison the cat
The gripings and spasms are dreadful, they
say, Fse
And poison I'll take without any delay,
Though it do puff me up like a rat
30, tell me, thou prince of all druggists and
leechers.
What poison you keep in this place
For rats those unhappy-I mean pesky Great
To let them die easy, not puff up their feat
ures,
Nor make them turn black in the FACET
''Ah, madam. l geeve you re grandest povvdaire
Eat make re rat sweetaire ven deaf:
70 mooch you feel sorry you keel him. by
gaire!
Re rat die so zgently you see him. you swear
He vas only asleep in 70 betl
''vaire small, leetal pinch eez a dose; vat you
Depend on re size Of re rat
Re rat, ven he leetal eez vaire sen-sa-tief;
Won bieg rat. deesconsolate, no wish to lief;
Zjust gief him teaspoon Of zat.
At home in her chamber the poison she took,
And rolling in agony lay,
When hn, coming back for that coat on the
hook,
Fast mounted the stairs with an agonized look
Where his wife groaned in sweet disarray.
'Why, Name, what's the matter'" 30. john
pray explain
These letters found in your coat'"
THAT coat was my partners, worn home in the
''Not yoursH Quick I'm poisoned! tbs racking
my brain!
To the druggist-get some antidoten'
Tothe druggist be rushed: "Sir, you've poisoned
my Name"
Said the FIenchman: Keep on re apparel!
She want re rat poison-but knew re game
Vat don't black re face of re rat? Ven she
came
Ze powdaire of sugaire gave. All re same
She will lief eef she eat re whole barrelr
FRED EMERSON BROOKS,