too much in his company; admits to her husband that her juvenile partiality for this early suitor still lingers in her feelings, and so causes that worthy man some uneasiness; but she ends by casting her girlish fancy to the winds and avowing herself a fond as well as a faithful wife. “The guests think they have seen him before.” They have! And also they have heard, rather more than twice before, two of the speeches which are uttered: “As a soldier it is my business to make widows,” and “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.” This is the story: _Helen Freeman_ loved _Robert Grey_ and by him was beloved. _Robert Grey_ had jilted _Lucile Ferrant_, of New Orleans. _Lucile_ informed _Helen_ of this fact, and _Helen_ therefore repudiated _Robert Grey_ and wedded with _John Rutherford_, of the United States Senate. _Matthew Culver_, a politician, hostile to _Robert Grey_ in politics and at the bar, and wishful to defeat _Robert’s_ attempt to obtain an office, persuaded _Lucile_ to apprise _Rutherford_ that _Robert_ and _Helen_ had been lovers, and by many persons were thought to be so still. _Rutherford_, investigating this tale, discovered that _Culver_ had maliciously and meanly schemed to make mischief and that the attachment of _Robert_ and _Helen_ was probably one of the sentimental “flames” which are customary in youth; whereupon he rebuked _Culver_, talked frankly with _Robert Grey_, advising him to stick to his legal business, and presently procured his appointment to a lucrative office, at the same time assuring _Helen_ of his delicate consideration for her feelings and his intention to take good care of her. _Culver_ then went to South America and stayed there, while _Miss Ferrant_ repaired to the South of France, and _Robert Grey_ greatly distinguished himself by laborious diligence in the public service. This adjustment might have been expected to content all parties concerned, but it did not content _Rutherford_. His wife actually had “loved another” before she loved him, and on that fact he brooded, stating that his heart contained nothing but “bloodless ashes.” Perhaps _Helen’s_ sentimental fancy had lasted. Juvenile flame was only a phrase. As sagaciously remarked by _Emilia_ in “Othello,” “ ... jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they’re jealous.”