The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 187: what you’re looking at

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180 That Deceptive Telegram. face. But she held it as her divine right to do the former and keep a watch over him on the quiet. Only once had she ever been able to secure even a sus- picion of her husband. He had once, several years be- fore, shown great interest in a girl of his parish who had gone to the bad. No one else ever thought of the Rev. Alfred Brown in connection with her disappearance, but his wife decided that he needed watching. There were certain seasons of the year when Mrs. Brown’s jealousy became abnormally active. They were in the spring and fall, when the Bishop of Chicago sum- moned his clergy to meet him at St. Paul’s Cathedral in solemn semi-annual conclave, and to these convocations the Rev. Alfred Brown was wont to go, although not a member of the Chicago diocese. It was his one recrea- tion, and they always asked him to address the meet- ing. As a general thing, Mr. Brown took his wife with him on these occasions and the couple stopped with a friend on Cass street, near St. James. But in the spring of 1888 this friend was obliged to take a trip to California and Mr. Brown was obliged to seek quarters elsewhere. A bachelor friend hearing of his difficulty wrote asking him to put up at the North Side Clubhouse during his sojourn in Chicago. Mrs. Brown did not like to trust her hus- band among a lot of ungodly club men, but the spirit of economy was almost as strong in her breast as was the spirit of jealousy, and she at last allowed him to accept the invitation. Mr. Brown accepted her decision with Eomichooks. co