Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-11-24


SIR"
that he sent it t. you, and you re-
ceIved it, You took this costly present
from married man. Oh, Priscilla, l
thought more of you, but now all is
over with us. My love is dead, and |
live but for revenge"
lie clapped his hat over his eyes and
rushed out of the room, leaving Pris-
ella nearly frantic with fear and
grief.
Meanwhile Mr.. Mayblossom had
quietly spent the morning attending
TO his business, and now, during the
MONDAY recess, was slowly vending
his way home, full of bissful antici-
pations OF loving welcome from his
wife and utterly unconscious of the
storm that was gathering on his do
nestle horizon.
He reached home and was greatly
astonished to learn from the cook
that though dinner was ready, there
was no wife in the house to share it
with him. She had come home in a
terrible rage, had gone directly TO her
room, remained there few minutes
and then left the house.
What could il mean. He went to
his wife's room. 1t was empty. There
was no cock on the mautel piece. All,
what was that? A letter addressed to
him and in his wife's handwriting.
He hastily opened it and read:
Forever farewell. BY the time you
s,read this letter i shall have returned
to my parents. Your deceit is discov-
cred 1 have learned all. First /
went to the dressmaker's and saw the
clock there, and then went to the
jewelers. and made sure that you
bought it and sent it to her. Do not
seek me for am forever lost Co you.
Your heartbroken ANNIE.
Sensible, good George burst
into fit of merry laughter as he read
this epistle.
"Here's fine mix-up," muttered
he, land all because my wife happen
ed to place her dressmaker's card
among mine when she was arranging
my card case yesterday. Well, l sup
pose I'll have to go after her and ex-
plain"
He went into the library below pre-
paratory TO leaving the house and dis
covered lying on the table another let
ter addressed to him.
"Hello!" exclaimed he as he opened
and glanced at the epistle more
| complications, and all on account of
that clock. Let me see;"
Mr.. George Mayblossom-I need
only state that Miss Priscilla Dusen-
bury is, or rather was, my affianced
wife to prove my right to call you to
account for your Infamous conduct of
| to-day. No man, and a married man
at that, shall give presents TO one i
love, or rather have loved, and DENY
me the satisfaction due to gentle
man. BY designating a gentleman to
confer with Mr.. Clark, a friend of
mine, in regard to the necessary ar
engagements. you will confer a favor
on yours, etc, AUGUSTUS ToMpKINs.
"Hoity, toity." cried Mr.. Mayblos-
som, fairly convulsed with laughter.
"A duel, as i livel Hang that clock,
anyway / wonder what will turn up
neXt?'
Il WILL" exclaimed a voice melo-
dramatically.
He looked up from the challenge he
was reading and beheld Priscilla
standing before him, wrathful as a
Nemesis and holding the unlucky
clock in threatening attitude.
"Mr Mayblossom, said she, ~
have come here to tell you l want
none of your presents. II had known
that you had sent me that clock
wouldn't have received it 1t has
already rot bed me of my lover, and
you can take your infamous gift back
again"
With that she hurled the poor clock
TO the floor and the glass globe was
shattered into a thousand fragments,
the pretty cupids lost their arms and
heads, the carved flowers were broken
and nothing remained of the beautiful
but unlucky timepiece save mass OF
RUNS.
"You giddy, headstrong girlv ex-
claimed he angrily. Now you've
done the damage without listening to
word of explanation.
II want no explanations from you
sir" retorted she, haughtily, leaving
the room
As she descended tn staircase she
encountered Mrs. Mayblossom with
her mother, a sensible, practical