St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-04-23

written In fine feminine charactG-1
A sharp pang pierced my heart .
mist dimmcd my eyes What woman
was this who dared to write to m hus-
band? ! must know. had q right 20
know. ] tore open the tiny sheet
my DEAREST !oax: Do not fail to come TO-
night am alone. and shall look for yja-"
could not read another woil A
blindness like that Of death filmed my
eyes, . faint, horrible sickness scrept
over me. Miss Dorcas had told use the
truth. John was untrue % me. And !
had loved him sol
crushed the fatal note into my
pocket and caught up ny coat ans: hat
Come. haby." ! sobbcd. drivca out
OF my senses for the minute by my
terrible pain. ''wc will 60. Whvn he
comes he shall discover that We arc
gone"
took up the little one. and whipped
her in heavy shawl: then We lett our
cheerful fireside. and set forth Though
the pelting rain T:
why. what in the name Of wonder
has brought you out TO- night, Je1nie9'
cried my father. when we entered the
sitting-room. "And you've brought the
child, too! What's up?"
shrank down beside my mpthcr.
and began to sob out my misery. my
head upon her breast
John untruc?" repeated father rs
that what you're driving At? Oh, sbosh.
Jennie; you're jealous. that's I'll
IL y~oys - "A
better man than John don't breathe. +"
drew forth the crumrled mote. and
held it toward him
''Ile's ont every night" ] sobbed:
''and-and found that in his posket /"
Father pulled his spectaclcs over his
nose, and opened the note. A minute,
perhaps, he pcered at It curiousl.s. and
then he exploded with laughter.
''Oh, Jennie, Jennie. what . scll!'
he cried what precious little fool
you are! Take this note. and look ut
it again Did you never see it betore?''
took the note and looked at il
wondering what he could mean The
name at the bottom of the tinted sheet
caught my eye for the first time
/ grew hot with shame from head to
foot The letter was my ow q. written
to John by my own hand in ,he dsys OF
our courtship- fell upon mothers
bosom, and burst into tearA
Come, Jennie, take up the child.
and I'll 60 home with you," said my
father. ''Now. don't You feel chcap?"
did not; only felt suprcmely
happy.
Home we trudged through the dark
and rain. John met US at the door,
"Why. here you are. Jennie" he
cried. ''You've given me . terrible
fright Iwas just locking mp to.come
in search Of you"
s'Shc's not worth the trouble, John. |"
put in my father. and then and there
he blurted ont the whole story.
Forgive me. john" whispered
He bent down and kissed me.
Nothing to forgive. Jennie. The
fact is. I'm rather pleased to sec you
care so much about me. Sorry to have
made you suffer. though ! was wrong;
I should have explained before. but
you sec, Jennie. wanted to surprise
you But we'll have it all out to night
I've been doing . little extra work.
you sec. wanted the money TO buy
the anniversary gifts, and here: they
are. Tomorrow's the day. but TO-
night will do as we'll"
He put them in my lap. the glossy
brown silk. that had coveted, the em-
broidered muslin for baby's robe ]
looked up with brimming eyes.
''Oh. John. how good you are Rut
let my happiness be perfect Miss Dor
cas- says she saw you walking with"
"Yes. she did, }" he interrupted. with
old Mrs GrimcA built her green
house; that was the extra works Jcn.
ME-"
Father laughed and buttoned up his
coat
you're . good-natured husband.
John" he said ''She dcserves'a sound
scolding for being such . little goose"
"Dut I'll not scold her" said my
husband. with his dear hand ON my
head, '.and Ill never keep another Sc
cret from her. Between married hearts
there should never be conccalments." !"
Goodnight. Jennie" said father;
"rm sorry for you I'm sire yos feel
cheap"
I only felt unuttcrably happy
Emma Garrison Jones' In n. T..