Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1892-03-12
MY FOOLISH JEALOUSY.
!t Led Me to Doubt q Truo and
Loving Husband.

..Wc'vc been married just a twelve
month come next Friday. haven't we,
Jennie?"
.Just twelvemonth, John!'
lie was standing in the doorway. my
handsome young husband, his dinner
basket on his arm. his honest eyes all
arlow with love and delight.
Just twclvemonth. and now We
rot baby as we'll as wife. Oh, Jennie,
rirlic, I'm the happiest man alive!
Come here and kiss me before go, and
tell me what you would like me to give
YOU on the anniversary OF our wedding
day?"
whats tile use," said. as received
his kiss; 'you know you haven't On
extra dollar to spare.
$50 do; but we'll play at make
believe, as the children do. What |
would you like to have, provided you
could have it? Speak out, girlie:'
laughed and fell to thinking.
"Let me see. There's somany things
| I want, john it's hard to decide; but
think I'll take that dress pattern OF
| brown silk, that we looked at down at
| Wilson's the other day"
| ..All right, and what for baby?'
| "Oh, a christening robe, of course.
| My husbands brown eyes danced.
poor Jennie he said, I'm afraid
QUILL not get 'ern, unless we keep up
our game of make believe By-by;
take good care of Blossom"
And, with another kiss for us both,
he was gone.
got baby to sleep, and fell to worK'
cleaning my kitchen and baking tarts.
We could not afford to keep n servant,
Johns wages being small, and mad
|
did not mind it at all. l loved my hus-
band. and he loved me, and a happier
couple did not live.
In the midst of my busy work IN
comes Miss Dorcas Dent, an old friend
of nv mothers An old maid, too, was
Miss Dorcas, 4 great scoffer at matri-
mony, and at mankind in general
so you're hard at it, Jennie" she
said, sitting down, and throwing back
her bonnct-strings. land drudginG
yourself to death, and that chlld or
your hands, too! Such trim, hand
some lass as you used to be, and loo'
a. you now. y poor, tagged slattern
What a fool yc were to marry, jennie
Weren't yc, now?'
mo, indeed. Miss Dorcas; Id do th'
same thing over again tomorrow
'.Pah. Such simpletons as you lasse
n are Well, you'll open your eyes to tn
" truth soon enough. Working you
Il hands to the hone, and spelling you
|c good looks, as if any man that ever ha
breath was worth it. l say, why don
John supply 4 hired girl?"
"Ic can't afford it, Miss Dorcas.'
ie Cant he? Maybe not. Has I
suuandcr too much On his own plea
urcs, does hc?
mo indeed" l answered, indit
penny"
Miss Dorcas shook her ample sld'
with sarcastic laughter.
K, Never squanders penny! she r
peatcG; and never stays out at nigh
either, or goes gallivanting round II
town with other women, and You
at home darning his stockings? Dor
tell nc about them, Jennie-the
r good husbands-I know them.
haven't two eyes for nothing. Did,
- I see John only night fore last wal
ing down town, and another wom
beside him?'
john" l gasped-"my John? G
YOU must be mistaken
IL never mistake. Twas your Johr
Ind "And who was the woman
ave Cant tell. Didn't see her face.
orc When John came home to supper
'ais determined to ask him, but feeling
piJ shame kept me silent while we were
table, and the minute he was done
- arose and took down his hat.
"Why, John" l asked, ARE you
ing out again? And it is raining, to
$50 it is; but l must go to-nlS
Jennie"
N What for John""
ling lis cvcs fell, and he turn ed from
~ ~ y. in evident confusion.
81 VI "Wcll-you sce--don't ask me. j
:, nic. I've promised to go, that's all;
| sha'n't have to go again. maybe.
NV foolish. Jealous heart rose in
throat, and stood hurt and silent.
John kissed me and kissed bah,
llts her crib Then he took of MS {
and threw it on n chair.
IF YOU don't feel too tired, II
orsei wife, YOU might fastcn in that sle'
sE,.ey lining. I'll wear my thick coat
night"
He was gone, and after clea'
avav our small table l sat down
think, and I soon made myself mi
,cr. able enough
'oAa Atlast thought of Johns coat
picked it up to mend it. 1t was
sum best coat, which he had only taken
common wear few Gays oeI
- Brushing of the dust, l heard
e rustic of paper IN the breast pocke
Is there a wife loyal enough,
feminine enough, to refrain from
inr into the secrets of her husba
SR rockets when she has n chance?
drew the rustling paper forth
was q nosc-G dainty, thrcecern
In. affair, with rosebud on the er'
wv srsl | looked al the difrGtiori y.