And she showed me a ten dollar bill. I was quite surprised, and
verdantly enough, advised looking around for more money, which my
wife, brother and I industriously did for some minutes. It was full
four weeks before I found out where that ten dollar bill came from.
Meanwhile, my wife was received and was living in her new home,
being treated with great kindness by all of us. It was evident,
however, that she had something on her mind which troubled her, and
one morning, about a month after her arrival, I found her in tears.
I asked her what was the matter? She said that she had been
deceiving me; that she did not pick up the ten dollar bill in the
road; but that it was given to her by the clerk in the public house
in Bainbridge; only, however, for this: he had grossly insulted her;
she had resented it, and he had given her the money, partly as a
reparation, and partly to prevent her from speaking of the insult to
me or to others.

But by this time my hitherto blinded eyes were opened, and I charged
her with being false to me. She protested she had not been; but
finally confessed that she had been too intimate with the clerk at
the hotel. I began a suit at law against the clerk; but finally, on
account of my wife's family and for the sake of my children, I
stopped proceedings, the clerk paying the costs of the suit as far
as it had gone, and giving me what I should probably have got from
him in the way of damages. My wife too, was apparently so penitent,
and I was so much infatuated with her, that I forgave her, and even
consented to continue to live with her. But I removed to Greenville,
Greene County, N. Y., where I went into the black-smithing business,
and was very successful. We lived here long enough to add two
children to our little family; but as time went on, the woman became