The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1892-04-22

eyes, a FAINT, horrible sickness crePt
over me. Miss Dorcas had told me the
truth. John was untrue to me. And l
had loved him so,
l crushed the fata! note into nv
pocket and caught mp my coat and hat
Come, baby" l sobbcd. driven out
of my senses for the minute by my
terrible pain, 1--WE Will go. When he
comes he shall discover that we are
gone
took mp the little one. and wrapped
her in a heavy shawl; then we left our
cheerful fi-esidc, and set forth through
the pclting rain.
Why, what in the name of wonder
has brought you ont tonight, Jcnuic?'
cried my father. when we entered the
Sitting-rOom. And you've brought the
child, too, What's up2"
shranlI down beside my mother,
and began to sob out my misery, my
head upon her breast
John untruc?~ repeated father "Is
that what you're driving at? Oh, bosh.
Jennie: you're Jealous. that's all. /
don't believe 4 word Of it y trucr,
better man than John don't breathe"
drew forth the crumpled note, and
held il toward him
>
"-and-and found that in his pocket"
Father pulled his spectacles over his
nose, and opened the note. \ minute,
perhaps, he pecred at it curiously, and
then he exploded with laughter.
'-Oh, Jennie, Jennie, what sell,'
he cried. What 4 precious little fool
You are, Take this note, and look at
il again. Did you never see II bcforc?"
took the note and looked AT il.
wondering what he could mean. The
name 1t the bottom of the tinted sheet
caught my eve for the first time.
I 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. / fell upon mothers
bosom, and burst into tcars.
Come, Jennie, take up the child.
and III 90 home with you" said my
father. Now, don't You feel chcap?-
! did not; l only felt Supremacy
happy.
Homo we trudgcd through the dark
and rain John met us At the door.
Why. here you are, Jennie he
cried You've given me 4 terrible
fright ] was just locking up TO come
in search of YOU"
shes not worth the trouble, John"
put ia my -athcr, and then and there
hc biurtcd ont the whole story.
''Fo~givc me. John" / waiap pcred-
He bent down and kissed me.
Nothing 10 forgive, Jennie. The
fact Is. I'm rather pleased TO see you
care 50 much about RE. Sorry to have
made you suffer, though. | was wrong;
/ should have explained before, but
yOu see. Jennie. / wanted to surprise
i.
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, but to-
night will DO Is we'll
He put them in my lap, the glossy
brown silk. that had coveted, tho en-
broidered muslin for baby's robe. l
looked up with brimming eyes
oh, John. how good you are. But
let my happiness be perfect Miss Dor
cas- says she saw you wal king with"
-'Ncs. she did" he interrupted, with
old Mrs. Grimes ] built her green
house; that was the extra work, Jen-
ME
Father laughed and buttoned up his
coat
You're 4 gsod-natured husband,
.Ioni.. = l,e said ''She deserves.a sound
( scolding for being enoh a little goose"
But III not scold her, said my
/ husband. with his dear hand Oh il. ;,
head. and III never keep another Sc
cret from her. Between married hearts
| there should never be couccalments-'
Goodnight. Jennie" said father;
! I'm sorry for you. I'm sure you feel
/ cheap"
! only felt unutterably happy
I Emma Garrison Jones, in y. y.
! Weekly.