It, too, was torn into half a dozen or more pieces, and Browne ppent se^ eral minutes in putting them to gether twoor three fragments were altogether missing, but he managed to make out quite enough for his purpose. The telegram had been pent out and received that very day, and the following startling Beutence was clearly legible: — "Meet me at the stores to-moirow afteruo >n. Browne is a " ' The devil !' ejaculated the victim of jealously ; ' that is what she has been doing of late, is it I Shopping, forsooth ! And that infernal fellow calls me bad names, I've no sort of doubt. I'll be even with you yet, Mrs B. !' And after searching in vain for the missing fragments of the fatal paper, Browne aban doned himself i o the torments of the green eyed monster, and to the pleasurable anti cipation of detecting his wife's faithfulness on the morrow. The next day he started off to the city as usual, having first asked his wife, with a great assumption of carelessness, how she meant to occupy herself until the evening. 'I am going out this afternoon,' she answered ; ' 1 may meet mamma ; but I doa't know. ' 1 Meet mamma, indeed !' said her o >traged husband to himself. ' Oh. you deceitful little wretch !' and he departed, filled with schemes of vengeauce. The thought of exposing his guilty spouse so occupied Browne's mind that he found it impossible to concentrate his attention on business, and, after spending an hour or two in the city, he resorted to his club by way of passing the time until he should go to the stores. There he met several friends, and ordered an elaborate luncheon Jealousy had somewhat affected his appetite, so he en deavored to drown his sorrows in a bottle of claret and several glasses of potent brown sherry. In fact, by the time he arrived at the trysting place he felt perfectly equal to confronting half a dozen Lotharios, and in flicting condign chastisement upon them, unaided by the powers of the law. Browne, oddly enough, had never been to the stores before. 