Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1892-03-12
Danton." my own husbands 'afa&
wr;%&en in fine feminine characters

sharp pang pierced my heart. .
mist dimmed my eyes. What woman
was this who dared to write to my hus'
hand? must know. had right to
know. tore open the tiny sheet
"My DEAREST JoHN; Do not fail TO come TO-
night ! am alone and shall look for you
] could not read another word.
blindness like that OF death himco my
ewes. a faint. horrible sickness crept
over me. Miss Dorcas had told me the
+,rth John was untrue 20 me. And ]
had loved him SO!
crushed tho fata! note into my |
pocket and caught up my coat and hat
.Come. baby" sobbed. driven out |
of nv senses for the minute by my
terrible pain, 1--WE will go. When ne
comes he shall discover that we are
gone.'
took up the little one. and wrapped
her in heavy shawl: then we lett our
cheerful fireside. and set torth through
the pclting rain.
| 'Why, what in the name OF "onoer
has brought you out tonight Jenn'ef
cried my father. when we entered the
sitting-room. ''And You've orous"' 'ne
child, tool What's upf
| shranl, down beside my mother.
and began to sob OUT my hiseiS' NY
head upon her breast
..Jobn uutrue?" repeated father rs
that what you're driving at? Oh, hosh:
Jennie; you're jealous, that's all. l
don't believe a word Of it. A truer.
better man than John don't breathe.
drew forth the crumrled note. and
held it toward him.
"ue's out every night" l sobocd:
"and-and found that in his pocket.
Father pulled his spectacles over his
nose. and orcned the note. minute.
, pcrhaps, he peered at it curionsly' ana
then he exploded with laughter. ,..
"Oh, Jennie. Jennie, what sen!
he cried. What a precious little 1901
: YOU are! Take this note, and look Al Al
=, it again. Did you never see u oe'oIe
" took the note and looked at IT
wonder;no what he could mean. The
name at the bottom Of the tinted sheet
. CAUGHT nv eye for the first time
:. I grew hot with shame from head Il
>. foot. The letter was my own, writer
~ to John by nv own hand in the days o
onr courtship l fell upon mother
bosom, and burst into tears
..Comc, Jennie, take up the chllo
!, and III go home with you, saio M
~ father. Now, don't you feel cheap?
~ did not; only felt supremei
~ happy. ., H., =
!. Home we trudged through inc I'LL
~ and rain. John met US at the door
:. "Why, here you are, JENNIE q
~ cried. you've given me terrlo
IT, fright was just locking up 10 co'A
,S in search Of you ,,
-. nut in INV father, and then ana 'ne
rs he blurtcd out the whole story.
'e' .Forpivc me, John" whispered
He bent down and kissed me.
~ ..Sothinp to forgive, Jennie.
" Nv f,,t is. I'm rather pleased to see )
"a; care so much about me. Sorry TO ma
made YOU suffer. though was wror
T., should have explained bcto'c'
n,. YOU see, Jennie, I wanted to s"rPr,
'cN vou INT we'll have it all out to mig
ns I've been doing little extra wo'
~ vou sec. I wanted the money 10
vi, the anniversary gifts, ana nero I'll
Wv, ore. To-morrow's the day, but
,;c, night will do as we'll.
He put them in my lap the s'os
brown silk, that had coveted, the c
broidered muslin for baby rooe'
.os looked up with brimminS eyes
's .ss ooh John. how good you arc.
our let my happiness be per'ec.. M.ss .,,
o,,,. cas saws she saw you walking with
,,aI "Yes. she did" he interrupted, wv
, ,d >Irs Grimes | built her gre
ont old M's 49,, ., ,rorl. +
house; that was the extra worN' .
ME"
70 Father laughed and buttoned up
cas- coat.
..Yon're sood-natured husba
dig john he saio' I;.tIe eroose
But I'll not scold her." said
;,.s husband with his dear hand on
head. land III never keep another
ro. crct from her Between married he
ght, there should nc|Il T.. .,i1 r,t
n be I'm sorry for you. I'm sure you
)on't cheap" , how,
hesc ! only felt "nu.'e''S
Emma Garrison Jones, IN ~.