French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1916-1919, 1917-03-08
THROUGH GREEN GLASSES.
A Man Sometimes FOrgets, and How
Jealousy Works When You Get
the Germ I'm the Heart
(By Old Hurrygraph in the State
TnnrnoI

fBy Old Hurrygraph in the State
Journal.l
Nelson Mccain was hfty-fve years
old when he married Marion Long
worth. Marion had firted through
six summers and winters as well. in
the whirl OF social functions at Hen
Jacksonville, Asheville, and other de-
lfghtfuI summer and winter resorts OF
Western North Carolina She was
thirty-three years the junior of Nelson.
For six months Mccain Was happy
In the realm Of welded bliss. With
him love was the beginning. the mid
die and the end of everything. But
people talked. They gossfped about
how foolish it was to take O wife not
OF his age. The gossip came to the
ears of Mccain. But he loved on
BlindIy; madly. Then he lit his torch
from the fre-brand OF the jealous field.
It was at q social function at the
Mccain home, Fifth Avenue in Hen
Jacksonville, that the master Of the
house. by chance, overheard two Of
the guests discussing a mutual friend,
no wist relating to Mccain. He
caught these words:
isn't it foolish for an old man like
that to marry a young woman hardly
half his age, and expect her to smile
upon no one but himself? She GER
tainIy hoodwinks him. When he is
away, then she does her flirting Vigor-
ously."
Mccain was disturbed in mind
nightly. Could this be his beloved
Marion?
He would watch her.
He did.
The opportunity to satisfy his now
excited jealous mind came a few days
later. On his way home, one after
noon, he say a stylishly dressed young
man opposite his residence, leaning
against a tree, gazing intently at an
open window of his home. He is
flirting with Marion. sure, thought Nc
Cain. 1t is positive proof.
He rushed madly into the house to
find his wife in the room with the
open window. She flushed and quick
Y crumpled in her hand a piece of pa
per. "Tri1es, as light as air, are to
the jealous-minded proofs as strong as
hoIy-writ." To McCain's mind the
evidence vas clear.
He pretended not to notice her
seeming confusion and bushes, think
ing she would say something about it.
But not a word to satisfy him did she
utter. He caressed her lovingly, and
made an effort to get hold Of the hand
holding the note. She resisted. Then
he demanded to know what she was
~concealing from him. 1t was a plot to
deceive him. She denied any such
thing. He took the note from her.
"Who is writing to you?" he de-
manded, a shis rage rose.
I'm sure / do not know. / found
it on the floor"
Found it on the floor, Ell? With
the window open, and that young chap
across the street, gazing in here to see
that you got it?"'
Il know nothing about it," replied
Marion sweetly.
Found it and haven't read it," he
stormed as his face grew redder.
Marion replied, smiling, "I did not
have time to -ead it before you came
I'm.
Then Mccain, trembling with a par
oxysm Of jealous rage, opened the
crumpled note and read:
MY Darling One: I think only OF
you. I must see you. l cannot live
SOA' "OOL WC at 3SsU o CLOCK
tomorrow afternoon. in the lane, I'M
der the old apple tree, and 1 viii tell
You how much l love you"
And turning the scrap of paper over
TO ind the name, which vas on the OIL.
pos1te side, he paused for breath; his
lace revealed several coIors; his voice
modulated almost to a whisper as he
read:
yours lovingly,
NELSON MCCAIN"
8 1t was a letter he had written, when
On boy, to his first sweetheart, but had
not sent her. He had the day before
been looking over and destroying some
old papers. This N had escaped the
fire in some way.
Marion's opportunity had arrived.
She was slow in letting it pass. Mel
son had to give her a limousine and a
diamond ring before perfect peace was
restored.
And yet, some people say a wife
not half as old as her husband does
not love her hubby. Perish the
thought!