Kansas City daily journal., 1897-01-03
REAL DOMESTIC TRAGEDY.
Showing How Men. Were HeartIess
DeceiverS Ever.


From the Boston Transcript.
Harry" said Mrs. Hartleigh the other
morning. with a serious look upon her face,
ARE you sure that you love me the same as
you did before marriage?'
Why. you little stmDleton." exclaimed
Mr. Hartleigh, gently pinehing his better
halfs bewirchihg little chin, what ques-
uon! OF course do"
And you will keep all promises you make
''Reiigiously"
and whatever ask OF you you viii do?''
Yes; that Is to say, darling, everything
in reason
An, Harry. in our e9urtsRip, days you
No. probably not. ssatia, Harry with 2.
SMILE that bore on the .5eFSeEi .pE, esnieisrti
thar you do not care so much for your
Mamie as you used 10 do.
Nonsense, darling, ! meant anything
that ii is possible FOR NE TO do
never out of your mind? That you are al
ways, always thinking Of your pet?'
ou are never out OF my mind an in
st1nt while / am awake, and when | am
asleep you are always with me in my
And Harry dear, can trust you?''
Always, darling, and with anything. OF
whom do 1 think or care except your sweet
Rut, then, men are so ehangerul"
g, some men, darling, but not your loving
always true TO you. always keeping you in
my thoughts, always bent on pleasing sou,
always ready 10 respond TO your behests!'
Are you sure, Harry
- have a great favor to ask of you.
oh, that's it; well, it is granted before it
is asked"
harry. my love. be careful how you
promise, recillessly. II IS no common thing
an going to ask of You"
1t makes no difference what it is. darl-
lnE: you have my promise
- GU may think me foolish. Harry. but
this is such IN awful thing to ask of YOU
Awful? Why, what in the world can il
be: You arouse my curiosity. Come, dear.
Well. dear. yOn are sure you won't think
me unreasonable"
Not bit.
Nor exacting?"
.nOn't trine, Harry; this is a serious
Serious? You don't mean that you have
been cooking something?''
What an idea! No.
with us2'
Harry, you know better than that!'
hen, for heavens sake, tell me what
Il will. But don't start. and don't refuse
me. Here is a letter. dear that / want YOU
- mail II is important. Now you mustn't
You silly little goose! And It is only
ms. Why didn't You tell me at once? OF
the corner as ! go by"
And you will not forget TO do it,"
J'orget2 Impossible
Oh. Harry, you don't know what n load
you have taken of my mind. Here it is;
now be surei"
They embrace and kiss and Mr. Hart
leigh goes OF with the letter in his hand
50 as TO be sure not TO forget to mail IT,
and his little wife goes singing about the
house, happy in the assurance that she has
n husband whom she can trust
IN the evening Mrs Hartlcigh, after the
customary greeting. discovers dust on her
huSbands coat. Proceeding to brush it OF
Will her hand, she perceives that there is
something in his breast pocket what
nave you lhere2' she asks
Nothing that know Of" Harry replies.
But mechanically he thFusts his hand into
me pocket arN draws something thence
with the eNclamation. BY Jove.''
i is that letter which he promised 10
mail ~
y HIS little wife bursts into tears. "Oh
aafiy! she cries; mother told the truth.
ILe men are an alike. Ny dream of happi-
ness Is over. Ny husband has proved false
On. why was l ever horu,"
Mrs HaTtleigh did not go home to her
mother, but in few days she appeared on
the street IN new seal Sacque and a per-
tect love of bonnet