The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1900-01-19
Mrs. Middlerib'S Letter
Story Of Wife Who Exasperated
Her Husband INDEPENDENTLY.

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Mr.. Middlerib paused with his coffee
cup raised half way to his lips, as his
wife took the letter from the servant.
She turned it over once or twice,
gazed earnestly at the address, and
said:
81 wonder who 1t can be from" She
looked ut the stamp.
81 can't make out the postmark," Mrs.
Middlerib said, carefully studying that
guide to the authorship of letters. at
isn't Perrysvillc 1t looks something like
Tonawanda, but l don't know anybody
in Tonawanda. l wonder If it isn't in
tended for York? Cousin Ann Jackson
used to visit in York. Why don't they
make the postmark palmer, 1 wonder?
! believe it's Indianapolis, after all!
Then it's from Eleanor Mcpherson,
whose husband you met last summer
In Canada. 1t isn't Indianapolis; it's
Lacon. That's where Lilias Marshall
lives. That isn't an L. either. No; it's
New Philadelphia, Ills. can make
1t out now. Don't you remember? Uncle
Abner Beasix went out there in the
grindstone business. l wonder If any
thing haS-oh, pshaw, fts-what Is 1t?
It's r; R-o-m-Oh, now | see-R-o-m-e,
Rome. Why 1t must be from-oh, dear
me. 1t isn't Rome, either. l can't make
It out at ALL"
And she turned it over and looked
mournfully at the receiving stamp on
the back.
at was received here at Z o'clock
this morning she said finally. Nov,
where would letter have to come
from to get here at o'clock? If you
knew that, we could tell where it came
from"
LET me look at it," said Mr.. Middle
rib, who was beginning to fidget with
impatience.
NO" replied the wife, turning back
TO the postmark once more. II can see
what 1t is now. It's Spartansburg, Ky.
Sarah Blanchard went there after she
married. ! expect she wants to 1t
isn't Spartansburg, either; it's Gridley.
That's where Cousin JAMIE Buskirk
lives. Her husband went out there and
bought grist mill. l wonder If she's
coming on this summer! / hope, IL she
does, she won't bring the children. But
1t isn't from her, either. think that 1t
is Mount Pleasant-oh! it's from Aunt
Harriet Murdoch, and know they've
all been killed In that dreadful cyclone.
i can't open the letter, my hand trem-
bles so. Do you know the last thing l
said to her when she moved out west?
/ said 1t isn't Mount Pleasant, ell
Their. There are only five letters In it.
can't make anything out of it."
Perhaps" said Mr.. Middlerib, with
IL slight tinge of sarcasm In his infiec-
tion-"perhaps we'd better send after
the carrier who brought 1t. He may
know"
'But 1t Is SO tantalizing," complained
Mrs. Middlerib, ito receive n letter and
then not be able to tell who or where it
Is from"
''Did you ever try opening letter to
ascertain these facts? asked her hus-
band.
The Lady looked at him. with an ex-
preston Of spcechless disdain upon her
features and half whispered, "If that
isn't like man." as though any wom-
an ever looked into a letter until she
had guessed all round her circle of
relatives and friends and clear through
the United States postal guide to decide
whence and from whom 1t came.
This particular postmark, however.
was too blind" for the most ingenious
expert to decipher. and at last, with
deep sigh and little gesture Of despair,
Mrs. Middlerib yielded to the inevita-
bic and resignedly opened the letter,
pausing once or twice In the act, how
ever, to look longingly back at the tan
talizing postmark.
"At last" groaned her husband, who
by this time was burning up with curl
osity
But she laid the envelope down and
looked at 1t little while before she
turned to the unfolded letter In her
hand.
Her husband by a desperate effort
controlled his rising wrath, and in
voice hoarse and strained besought
her to read the letter, as it was late,
and he should have been down town
half an hour ago.
She did not answer. She opened the
letter, turned the first page to LOOK for
the end Of it, went back to the first
page, settled herself in an easy posi-
ton and said:
"Well. l will declarer' Then she read
on in silence and Mr.. Middlcrib ground
his teeth. Presently she said:
Him.
She read three or four more lines
with eager eyes and noiseless lips, and
suddenly exclaimed:
81 don't believe it!'
Then she resumed her voiceless Pc
rusal of the document and Il moment
later astonished her husband by look
ing up ut him and asking:
al wonder If that is 500"
Mr.. Ali:ldlerib replied in mocking
tones that ut must be so or the post
mark wouldn't have said IT." but her
eyes were glued TO the page once more
and she made no response.
"Oh" she fairly shrieked. Ibid you
ever?'
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