The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1893-05-26
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shall be in a position to snap my
fingers asfate and set up as nv
own boss. Then we SHAH have
no more Of these cruel paintings.
And you VIII be true to mes''
@As l always am. he ne.
sponded. You did not forget
to put that photo Won had especis
ally taker for me in my grip.
sack, did youa'
..oh, dear. NO! Are you sure
you will look at it sometimes.
lover
"Yoa wicked little doubter; you
know ! should be wretched with
out at least such a precious sem.
blance of my pet to look at daily,
nightly. =
Draw the veil of charity over
his grief and the treachery OF
one in whom he had unbounded
confidence. In brief, she, his
only love, his pet, his wife, had
secretly planned to make him
.wretched. ! She had takenthat
photograph from his gripsack,
AMI was gloating over his misery
when he should discover that
only memory renamed to him,
for the time being, of his darling's
looks.
1.-The dear fellow, how he viii
scold me for the trick. she
thought; .'but / will send him the
photoin the very first letter. Z
Thus appeasing her conscience
she waited for his first letter. 1t
came from Chicago.
"My hearts delight, , it began.
SCOT here o. K. this A. M. Have
been wrestling with the trade all
day, and a tough time I've had of
it. Weary and tagged, / have
retired to my room, shut the
gildeI atmosphere of sin that
envelopes this terrible city, and
taken from my satchei yoar
sweet picture. 1t is before me
as ] write. | shall kiss it when
/ have said my evening prayers.
1t will rest under my pillow. 1t
is my one solace until / hold you,
my sweet wife, in these faithful
arms again.
Thus far had she read, then
she toppled over on the floor.
What comfort she found there
it's hard to say; but a great de;
termination rose within the
stricken wife, who went out an
hour later and sought a tele.
graph Office.
Her husband had been saying
his prayers abroad that evening,
and when he got to his hotel
about midnight his spiritual
emotions received a rude shock
by a telegram from his only
love-" 1t was elaborate for a
despatch; but under the circum-
stances one could not expect an
outraged wife to transmit her
feelings by the slow mail The
despatch read:
You are no longer the only
drummer who is not a liar, as
you have always claimed. Let
the fraternity make you their
chief in the art. Had you taken
the pains even to look for the
photo you say your prayers to,
you would have discovered that
/ had-to tease you-removed it.
My faith in you is dead, deadm
The husband clutched his hair.
"What the devil did | write to
her, anyway?p he muttered.
After a while his face cleared.
by Jove! Unjust have been
piling on taffy. That's what a
man gets for trying to make a
woman feel good! Poor little
dear, what a fume she must be
in! Lucky for me she gave her
grievance away. What geese
women are! Bless her little
noddle, her faith shall be resur-
rected." Forthwith he tele-
graphed to a knowing friend:
"send, me, first mail, photo of
my wife. Beg, borrow, steal it
somehow. NUNS the word.
Will write particulars
About a week later, a drum
mer, in dignified martyrdom,
stood face to face with stern
| but very wept.out wife.