Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-09-15
meeting his vife's eve he smiled and


trouble yourself about me. pray"
lie passed on but didn't 90 far. and
as he stood, whispering soft nothings
to sentimental Kate Marshall. his eyes
occasionally wandered to his wife
How pretty she was looking and how
gay she was. and now coquettishly
she was exchanging light repqrtee
with that flirting fellow, Tom Harri-
son, and all the time the handsome
stranger never left her side. 1t was
perfectly evident that he adrnired her
IF she were not married woman
he would certainly fall in love with
her, She, my wife," and he felt a little
resentful Of the admiration.
Nettie Palmer had never sung more
sweetly or danced more gracefully
than on this evening.
Don't you think, Nettie, you have
| danced enough for tonight?" said her
| husband toward the close of the even
ing, ''fOr married woman" he added.
perhaps So" she answered, cheer
fully, 'but I've enjoyed myself 50
| muchl Really, 1 almost forgot | was
II
again"
"And behaved like one," he said,
rather cody. "Nho is that fellow
that has been in attendance upon you
all the EVENING" he inquired, as they
walked downstairs.
Chat remarkably handsome man
with the expressive dark eyes, do YOU
mcan?
Il never noticed his eyes, nor that
he was at all handsome" he replied
stif1y.
"Oh, I thought you meant Capt.
Lowell Of the artillery, All, here he
is-just enc moment, DEAR l quite for,
GOT
And Nettie spoke a few words to the
captain i'll passing, of which her hus,
band could distinguish only something
about that book"
Upon my word he said. sarcasti-
cally, ''yod appear very intimate al.
ready"
Because, love, we've discovered that
were cOngenial spirits. We like the
same things, books, music, scenery; in
y
opinions on most subjects You know
how pleasant it is to meet with one
who can comprehend you; not your
outer self merely, but with. a sort of
soul sympathy"
Soul fiddlesticks!''
you never did have much senti-
ment, Bob" sighed Nettie, in an in
jlued tone.
Sentiment be hangedl Come, Nettie,
BE- quick with your wrapDings. It has
been a stupid evening, and l shall be
glad to get home and to bed"
When Robert Palmer came home
next morning he found his wife not
crying rs before in her bedroom, but
III the parlor practicing a new song.
Capt. Lowell called this morning."
she said, land I have promised to sing
this for him at Nr3. CampbelIs.
'Ahr' he answered, with IN express
sion Of Indifference; and as his wife
again struck up with the first few
notes he muttered to himself: Con
found Capt. Lowell
At Mrs. Campbcll's, Capt. Lowell
was again in attendance upon pretty
Mis-. Palmer, and then other gentle
men discovered her attractions, piQ1-
ancy, coQuettishness and f1irtableness,
and so in a very few weeks Mrs Pal
mer was belle. She did not seem i'll
the least to care who her husband
was attending upon, and, indeed, he
could rarely get L word with her at
all when at the gay assemblies which
they constantly frequentcd.
He sometimes gave her Il hint that
she was mo longer Il girl" and that
he was her husband; but she only
laughed and said there was no harm
done, and that she was enjoying her
self so delightfully."-, and felt herself
more 4 belle than even when Il girl
which was true, because she had not
fiirted then, being absorbed heart and
soul in Bob Palmer. But now it was
Capt Lowell who appeared chiefly to
occupy her thoughts, as well as good
part OF her time. She sang anil danced
with him; she read the books he sent,
and so frequent were his visits, so con-
slant his attentions, that at last Mr..
Robert Pabner's wrath burst forth.
''Nettie," he said, as he one day
closed the door on the departing cap
tain, II really cannot permit this IT,
60 on any longer. Your conduct to me
is most uneXpected--mOSt astounding.
You are by far too intimate with that
fellow, Lowell. He is constantly i'll my.
house, and last evening he scarcely
left your side, while you stood for two
hours the center of a group of chatter
ing, grinning popinjays like himself
''Why, Bob, you yourself blamed me
for playing Wallf1OWer and spider,
and said you were ashamed of me-"
81 am more ashamed of you now
he retOrted, severely.
"NOw, dear, that is quite Ulreason-
able of you. Didn't you tell me that
l would please you by enjoying my
self and flirting a little? You know
you did," added Nettie, reproachfully,
land now I am obeying you, you get
jealous"
Jealous? Not l. But l am offended
and insulted-yes, and disguised as
we'll If only you could hear the re-
marks about yourself and that Lowell
Similar to those I heard in regard
! to you and Miss Baden, I presume?"
! said his wife.
"What is Miss Baden to me-" he de-
handed angrily.
And what is Capt. Lowell to me?"
You encourage him, madam. You
| flirt with him."