The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-02-13
SCANDAL IN THE MAILS.
How COnscienceIess Advertiser Wake
the Jealousy of Trusting Wives.

Chicago Mail.
Scandals are going to be numerous and
spicy. They are not going to be common
scandals either. They are going. to be
COS Worth Of millinery in court to listen
to them, and $3.50 a week alimony after
ward. A. S. Ballantine came very close to
being an early victim in the scandal crop.
He was SO close to it that he is shivering
still from the effects. This morning he
was gazing, into the bottomless abyss Of
divorce and he told Postmaster Hesing.
He left the Metropoie Hotel so early that
people began to be afraid he had gone into
" awake. and it was trying to his nerves
TO have a man stick a letter so close under
his nose that his whiskers brushed it off
the table.
See what you've doner' shouted Mr.. Bal
lantine excitedly. Look at THAR
This is what Mr.. Hesing read as soon as
he had recovered from his SURPRISE:
MY own ~darling-YOur very welcome let
ter reached me and l will be elighted to
have you call tomorrow at the time you
mention. After your departure Saturday
evening / found you had dropped a haber-
dasners bill. Curiosity suggested looking
over the same, when | noticed among other
items a charge of 1925 for a pair of mems
gloves. Inasmuch as you nave been prac-
tcing economy, L am going to give you a
little pointer on this same subject. You
can buy the best gloves on the market at
Slickson & Snug's for s1.10.
Hoping, this finds you in the best of
health and that you will not disappoint me
tomorrow evening, L am. with more love
than L can express without setting fire TO
the paper, your " little darling.
JEANNE"
but that of a ~well-known New York firm.
1t puzzled Mr.. Hesing just the same. how
ever, and as he looked from Ralantine To
the neat. womanly handwriting he was NOT
at all sure he was awake.
It's all your fault" said Ballantine.
why. what's the matter?' Inquired the
postmaster blandly. That's a very pretty
letter and 1 think you're a mighty lucky
man.
Lucky, shrieked Ballantine. lucky, Do
you know my wife got hold of the blamed
thing, and would not speak to me for four
days? My life has been a burden to me ali
the time. and you did it."
"You don't suppose L wrote the ~letter?'
Look at this, too" continued Ballantine.
depo5iting a large red frecracker on the Ia
BILE. See what you are doing. You let
these go through the mails"
How can l stop your love letters going
reaching for the drawer where Colonel Sex
ton used to keep a revolver.
why, you don't suppose that's a love
letteri"eXclaimed Ballantine, and Mr.. Hes
ing assured him he could bank on the af-
~fections OF any girl that wrote like that
Then Mr.. Ballantine explained that a
New. York glove had destroyed the temple
geance. 1t began TO dawn on Mr.. Hesing
that he had been deceived bv an advertise
meut just as had Mrs. Ballantine. He
started away from his table when his visi-
tor began to tear open the firecracker,
which proved in the end to contain nothing
more explosive than a circular. Mr.. Hes
ing says he won't allow any haberdasher
to come in and flirt with his fellow-citi-
zens, and he has written to Washington
about 1t