Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 92 of 100
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94. OLD JUPE. boat coming from St. Louis, she had fancied me above other men; that she had been jealous of my preference for you ; that she made her hasty marriage in a fit of anger and unhappiness, not knowing that Mr. Parcell was really so bad a man as he was. Learning his true character by degrees, she had been more and more unhappy; but, instead of leaving him, was tempted to fall in with his practices, and had aided him in get- ting rid of large quantities of counterfeit money. “Then I asked her to visit you, and boasted of my too great happiness. Ob, Mary, shall I ever dare to hope for happiness again? 'The demon of jealousy awoke, more furious than be- fore. She went to you, meaning to do you evil. Knowing that der own life was one of sin which might, any day, result in disgrace, she resolved to drag you down, to ruin your happiness, to destroy my trust in-you. She placed the dies in the garret, and counterfeit money in your box. Severat times during her visit, she secretly took good bank-bills from your purse, replac- ing them’ with counterfeits, Sheinduced you to buy fine things, and forged the order for the piano, that, when you were accus- ed, there would be circumstantial evidence to strengthen the main fact. : “When I arrived in New Orleans I was met by your letter ordering me not to come home. I went to Annette. She said that she had heard the story, and gave me all the particulars ; asking me if she had not warned me, before my marriage, that you were a natural thief, and adding, that ghe had suspected you, when she was there, from the manner in which you had ‘dashed out,’ ete. She did not tell me that you would soon be a mother. Had I known that, I never should have left you, even at your own command. ‘As it is, 1 do not understand it. The blow was so unex- pected, as to destroy the calmness of my reasoning faculties; and before I could calmly review the case, I was far on my way to California. I have been all the time like one walking in darkness. I never felt you guilty. Ever, in my dreams, I saw you, mine, my Mary, pure and sweet, I loved you as such, mar- ried you as such, and yet, when I thought to go back to you there was the letter, there the apparent facts. ‘“Parcell and his wife came to California. He died, and she tried to win my affections from you. I sorrowed for you as for one dead. I never thought of any other woman. She never could have moved me to think of her. But, in the midst of my sad life, Jupe came. Faithful, devoted friend! He will some- time describe to you the extraordinary perils and delays of his Journey. He brought mé a piece of paper. It was not much, but Isaw upon it Annette’s attempt at forgery, and, as by a flash of lightning, the whole truth was revealed to me, 5 I hastened to her“and accused her; she denied all. That night, as if by the anger of heaven at her evil-doing, the hotel connicloooks.com