The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1892-04-22
MY FOOLISH JEALOUSY,
1t Led Me to Doubt a True and
Loving Husband

We've been married Just n twelve
month come next Friday, haven't we,
Jeunie?'
just twelvcmonth, John
lie was standing IN the doorway. my
handsome young husband. his dinner
basket on his arm, his honest eyes al
aglow with love and delight
':,hIst twclvcmonth- and now I've
GOT baby as we'll as wife Oh, Jennie.
grille, I'm the harpicst man aIivs.
Come here and kiss 'nc before 20, and
tell nc what you w NJ like IN" to give
ydu on the anniversary Of Our wedding
duv:
What's the use" ,GId. as received
his kiss; you know you haven't an
extra dollar to spare"
$50 l do; but v,el play at make
believe, a. the children do What
would YOU like To have provided yoU
could have it? Speak out girlie.''
laurbcd..aud fell 20 thinking
let me see. Thcr.'5 -oIE;aslr thing~
I want. John. ii, hard TO decide: but 1
think III take that dress pattern OF
brown silk, that we looked II down -
NiisOn'a the other day.
'.All right, and what FOR laly9'
oh. christening robe, of course
My husbands brown eyes danced.
Poor Jennie" lac said, I'm afraid
you'll not get en-. unIcss rvc keep MP
our game Of mallc-lciieve- By-by-
take good care of Blus ura
And. With another kl,~ for rs both,
he was gone.
20; baby to sleep. and frii 20 WORK
cleaning my kitchen and taking tartS-
We could not ;.I1Urd Ia keep a servant.
Johns wages being small. aHd had
ali the hOUscv.or.s on my hands: but l
did not mind il at all / loved my hus-
band. and h loved me, and u happier
couple did not live.
In the midst OF my busy work. in
comes Miss DorcaS Dent. an old friend
Of my mothers An old maid. too. was
Miss Dorcas. 4 great scofEcr at matri-
ncny, and Al mankind in general
so you're hard At il, Jennie" she
said, sitting down, and throwing back
her bOnnct-StriuEs, and drudUing
yourself 10 death, and that child on
vour hands, too, Such a trim. hand
some lass as You used to be. and look
at you now. \ poor, tagged slattern!
What q fool We We're to marry, Jennie!
Weren't yc. l.-- q.
NO. indeed, Miss DorcrS- I'd do the
same thing over again tomorrow.
.'Pah, Such simplctons - sou lasscs
are. Well. you'll open your eyes to the
truth soon enough. Working your
hands TO the bone, and spelling your
good looks, as if any man that ever had
breath was worth it l say. why don't
john supply hired girl?'
He can't afford it, Miss Dorcas.''
Cant he? Maybe not Has to
L. l,ss nj.
ures. does hc?-
mo. indeed" 1 answered, indiS
nantly; John never squanders Il
penny"
Miss Dorcas shook her ample sides
with sarcastic laughter
Never squandcrs a penny she
peateG; and never stays out at night,
either, or goes gallivanting round the
town with other women, and you be
At home darning his stockings? Don't
tell me about them, Jennie-these
good husbands know them.
haven't two eyes for nothing. Didn't
sec John only night fore last walk
ing down town, and another woman
beside him?'
john l gaspcd-''my John? Oh,
you must be mistaken
Il never mistake. Twas your John. g"
And who was the woman?"
Cant tell Didn't see her face"
When John came home to supper 1
determined to ask him, but feeling OF
shame kept me silent while we were at
table, and the minute he was done he
arose and took down his hat
''Why. john l asked, ARE you GO
ing out again? And it is raining, too. =
so it is; but l must go tonight
+ Jennie"
What for, John?"
/ His eyes fell, and he turned from me
in evident confusion.
'.Well-you see-don't ask me, Jen-
ME. I've promised to go, that's all; but
/ | sha'n't have to go again, may be.
My foolish, jealous heart rose in my
throat, and | stood hurt and silent.
John kissed me and kissed baby in
her crib Then he took off his coat
and threw it on a chair.
IF you don't feel too tired, little
wife, you might fasten in that sleeve
lining. Ill wear my thick coat to-
night"
He was gone, and after clearing
away our small table | sat down To
think, and l soon made myself miser-
able enough.
AT last thought OF John coat and
picked it up to mend it. 1t was his
best coat, which he had only taken foI
common wear a few days before.
/ brushing off the dust, l heard the
rustic of paper Ill the breast pocket
Is there 4 wife loyal enough, un
feminine enough, to refrain from pry'
ing into the secrets of her husbands
pockets when she has a chance?
/ drew the rustling paper forth II
was n note-a dainty, three-cOrnerec
affair, with a rosebud on the broker
seal. looked at the direction: ''JohI
Danton," my own husbands name
written in fine feminine characters
\ sharp pang pierced my heart,
mist dimmed my eyes What woma
was this who dared to write TO my huS
band? | must know. i had right I
know. / tore open the tiny sheet
MY DEAREST JOHN: Do not fail TO come 4
night. I am alone, and shall look for you
! J could not read another word. .
; blindness like that of death filmed un