"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—
"She went no further.
"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 acause célèbre.
"At last I was free!"