"I drew my check for the amount and carried it home. I was reading it in the library when my wife entered. I casually, in an unconcerned way, although my heart was trembling, placed it on the table. I looked at my wife. Her eyes were flashing. She held the evening paper on which I could read the headlines.--'Rare Book brings $3010.'
"I knew the storm was coming. She said I was an ingrate, a dissipater of her fortune, a fool, a heartless villain, a--
"I grabbed the first thing at hand,--it was 'The Fifteen Joys of Marriage,'--and threw it at her head. It struck her arm and fell upon the floor. When I stooped to pick it up, noticing the poor, bruised, broken corner, I looked about. My wife was gone.
"The next day she served me with the papers for the divorce which is now a _cause célèbre_.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Unpublishable Memoirs, by A. S. W. Rosenbach