Arizona silver belt., 1894-08-25
A JEALOUS WIFE.
Why She Never Doubts Her Hus-
 bands Love,

her jealousy remained.
 "A jealous woman" his aunt assured him, "can make any man miserable"
 "A jealous wife, declared his near est friend, will make you wish you had
 taken my advice, which is that the immortal Weller gave to his son.
 Don't marry vidder, he said, Go hang yourself first an you'll be glad on it arterwardr ! am presuinptuous enough tO paraphrase that: Go hang yourself before you marry a jealous woman, and you'll De glad on it arter- wardN
 But Harold Groves had only laughed. When was man or a woman in loyo ever apt to listen to anything so disa- greeable as common sense? And he was in love, honestly, sincerely and passionatcly. So he married Norine Hale, and was most ridiculously hap py for two years. Their life together yves simply ideal His few faults he corrected. r faults she had, they re manned undiscovered by bim, One day he summoned courage to tell her the remarks that had been made concern ing her jealous disposition.
 SEe looked up at him with grave, shining eyes.
 T do sogs loyalty" she repf.cc,3, s.i.gga- ply
 And 1t may be he would never have discovered ut all that Norine was ieal ous ii it were not for the burglary.
 Harold Groves was a lawyer. He transacted much of his business at home and had ld lis studya lgrpe desk, iu which he kept papers of nm portanye, deeds and memoranda re-. latlng to the affairs of his clients. The desk looked sadly untidy, and in the opinion of Norine, was decided blot in the eSquisitely neat little room. where some of their pleasantest hours were spent
 Harold, she said 10 him one eveu- ing, as she leaned over his chair, and smootAcd back his dark locks caress- ingly with her pretty white fingers, "l really shall tidy up that desk one of these days The litter of dusty papers, books and pipes is positively disgrace ful.
 He gave her glance of alarm.
 "Don't--fo for mercy's sake, dearest know now where to put my hand on everything want--dou't.H
 But the fear that she might do so in- duced him To lock his desk, and keep il locked thereafter Noriue noticed it and laughed
 "At least you have shut the disorder out of sight she avowed, gayly. My threat was efiicacious to that extent Indeed, dear how you can ever tell one of those tmesome documents of yours from another, is a mystery to me"
 A certain blue, starlit March night they went upstairs, leaving the cozv apartment in dainty order. During the night Norine was awakened bv what sounded like click. She sat bolt uprig in bed.
 "Hark!' she breathed Listen, Harold"
 Both listened inteutly,
 1t is very cold night" he said, al length. You merely heard the frost cracking on the window pane. Co to sleep, love.
 Treasured, she did as bidden, but, on being aroused early by the servants cry of dismay, she hastened down to find the lower rooms in a state of cx- trcme confusion. Drawers had been pulled out, the desk Of the master forced open, and papers were seat tered broadcast in an evident search for valuables.
 My ruby ring~ cried Mrs. Groves. ''l lefb it on the mantellast night. And my watch was in the Chinese cabinet where I put my pocxetbook Send for the police, Harold! They have all been stolcn!'
 'I shall go, cried Groves.
 And be s.arted off on run.
 For several minutes Norine stood staring around in bewilderment. Then, mechanically, she began to arrange the disordered apartment She picked lp the pieces of a shattered vase, threw them in the grate, strengthened a twisted drapery, lifted some scattered sheets of paper, laid them on the leaf of her husband'sf3rced desk, end sud lenly retreated step, turning very white. Open before her. having eyi- ientlY been wrenchrd wide. in the nope of finding money, was a square morocco box. Tn the box was bundle 1f letters and photograph The let .crs were in a woman's hand, and the smiling, pictured face, was that of NOriue's dearest friend.
 She held tight 10 a chair-back. to Seep from falling Her temples .hrobbed. A hot flush drove the pal or from her cheeks. The buzz in Der ,ars was deafening. She put out her lan3, took up one of the letters, read 1 t through. It was just such love ettcr as any refined, affcctionate girl | night have written. It began oMy | Dearest and ended 'Your loving | Annie" It bore the date of the year previous to Norine's marriage She ook Up another folded sheet, opened, 1 danced through it. brief, sad little i iote it was.
 My dear it ran, fate has been hard to us | t is gooa-by we must say-we who love each l 'ther sol But not Rood-hy forever We must | 'NNf Oh Dfiit.FihE IT c'tNu btLcIt ullQ uuplus | or ultimate happiness tcgether It shall sure | , come Your desolgtc ANNIE"
 Harl,! There were footsteps-voices!
 The young wife hastily replaced the etters, drew back from the desk The | lext instant Harold, accompanied by | policemen and detectives, was in the loom. He went directly to Norine.
 Ny love-" he said, ''what shock | his has given you! You are white as i ghost"