The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-04-28

| crushed the fata, note into nv
pocket and caught up my coat and hat
Come, baby" I sobbed, driven out
OF my senses for the m mute by nv
terrible pain, 1--WE will 20. When he
comes he shall discover that we are
gone.n
took up the little one. and wrapped
her in heavy shawl; then we left our
cheerful Preside, and set forth through
the pelting rain.
Why, what In the name OF wonder
has brought you out tonight, Jennie?'
cried my father, when we entered the
sitting-room. And you've brought the
child, too! What's up?"
shrank down beside nv mother.
and began to sob out my misery, my
head upon her breast.
John untrue?' repeated father. as
that what you're driving at? Oh, bosh.
Jennie; you're jealous, that's all. l
don't believe word of it. A truer,
better man than John don't breathe. I"
drew fsrth=the crameled note, and
held it toward him.
Hes out every night, I sobbed;
"and-and found that in his pocket =
Father pulled his spectacles over his
nose, and opened thesRote. A minute.
perhaps, he peered at Il curionsly, and
then he exploded with laughter.
"0h,s Jennie, Jennie, what a sell!"
he cried, What precious little fool
you are! Take this note, and look at
it again. Did you never see it before?''
| took the note and looked at it,
wondering what he could mean. The
name at the bottom Of the tinted sheet
caught my eye for the first time
grew hot with shame from head to
foot. The letter was my own, written
to John by my own hand in the days Of
our courtship. fe1fupon mothers
bosom, and burst into tears.
Come, Jennie, take up the child,
and III go home with you," said my
father. Now, don't you feel cheap"
did not; l only felt supremely
happy.
Home we trudged through the dark
and rain. John met MS at the door.
why, here you are, Jennie" he
cried. You've given me terrible
fright. ! was just, locking up to come
In search OF you"
'She's not worth the trouble, John"
put in my father, and then and there
he blu1ted out the whole story.
Forgive me, john" whispered.
He bent down and kissed me.
Nothing to forgive, Jennie. The
care so much about me. Sorry to have
made you suffer, though. ! was wrong;
l should have explained before, but
you see, Jennie, / wanted to surprise
you But we'll have it all out to night
I've been doing little extra work,
you sec. / wanted the money to buy
the anniversary gifts, and here they
are. To-morrow's the day, ,ut to-
| night will do as we'll"
He put them in my lap, the glossy
brown silk, that had coveted, the en-
broidered muslin for baby's robe
looked up with trimming eyes.
''Oh, John, how good you are. But
let nay happiness be perfect. Miss Dor
cas- says she saw you walking with
"Yes, she did," he interrupted, with
old Mrs. Grimes. l built her green
house; that was the extra work, Jen-
ME-"
Father laughed and buttoned up his
coat.
You're good-natured husband,
john" he said "She deserves.a sound
scolding for being such little goose"
"But I'll not scold her." said my
husband, with his dear hand on my
head, "and I'll never keep another Sc
cret from her Between married hearts
there should never be coucealments."
Goodnight, Jennie" said father;
"rm sorry for you. I'm sure you feel
cheap" ~
only felt unutterably happy
Emma Garrison Jones, in N. Y.
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