Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-01-19
THREE WOMEN.
Two Were Fooled by Being Very JeaI-
ousIIIncIined.
Another Was OnelWho Was too Sharp for the
Lawyer.

LAYING couple. Mrs. Wells would have
shakan hands on bet with anybody
that her husband was the very stan
dard of goodness and honor. and that
,is affection for her was of the UNI
divided variety.
one evening after tea Mrs. Wells ex.
cused herself and vanished into the
Kitchen to give the maid orders for the
morrow. This done she returned to
min her husband. Beyond the dining
room into the library she could see
Mr.. Wells peering through his spec
tacles at a piece of paper in his hand.
The gleefu spirit within her con-
IN behind her husband, whose hearing
was none too keen, and taking him I'M
awares. Half way across the library
floor her eyes bulged and she stopped.
The paper in the hands of Mr.. Wells
was A violet-tinted sheet of notepaper.
On his knee lay q square envelope to
match. upon which she saw distinctly
his name and business address, traced
in dainty feminine hand, and the at.
mosphere of the room was fragrant
with a sweet, delicate odor of violets.
For a moment Mrs. Wells felt be-
numbed Her first impulse was to rush
forward and snatch the letter from his
grasp but he deliberately returned il
to the envelope. slipped it into his coat
and smiirgly gazed at the new wall
paper. So, unseen, unheard, Mrs
Wells ratreated to the darkness of the
dining room for an instant, then
audibly rustled back into the presence
of her innocent-looking spouse.
All the evening she thought of the
lavender hued missive in her hus-
bands inside pocket. He had but one
female relative, his mother, and Moth
ing could ever tempt her to use any
thing but plain, white stationery.
You'd better leave that coat at
toiioiAoNs Su66ColCu esAi %
Wells, most eagerly. That one has
an ugly spot down the front; TN clean
it for YOU
"Ye-eh. All right" answered Mr..
Wells, half asleep before the fire. yet
dreamily approaching the thoughtful
ness Of an excellent wife.
The next morning Mr. Wells was re-
minded to wear some other coat,
which he did, and being in a rush to
get off to business, evidently forgot all
about the concealed letter. to the de-
light of Mrs. Wells. The moment her
double hearted emi-self slammed the
front door and was gone she raced up
stairs to the captive coat and drew
forth the sweet-scented, pale-purple
mischief maker All the wrath within
her surged and raved at sight of the
fashionable penmanship, all angles AMI
straight lines She thought of a few
meaningful things 10 say to Mr.. Wells
as she jarked the love message from
hiding. and here is what the billet
doux revealed:
Our violet waters will cure acute
heartburn. Give them trial.
Mrs. Wells caught a glimpeS of her
self in the mirror. and, as she con-
fessed to her bosom friend, she actual
ly had not the nerve to look herself
square in the face. She slipped back
to the breakfast table and drank cup
after cup of coffee while she undid the
knk in her estimation of guiltless Mr.
Wells
Here is a neat little one told by
lawyer as a joke that happened to
himself:
Now" said the lawyer who was
conducting the cross examination,
will YOU please state how and where
You first met this mani"
Il think" said the lady with the
sharp nose, that it was"
Never mind what you think in
terrupted the lawyer. I'VE want facts