Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-01-06

and exert a soothing effect on the tenn
per. He made choice Of three, which
he arranged in a graduated scale, to be
used according TO the urgency of the
occasion; gentle, more gentle, and
most gentle, as the outbreak was, or
became violent, more violent, or most
violent. The scale contained only 8
degrees. AS the heat rose, this con-
jugal thermometer fell; but below the
third and lowest degree was all zero
and underlined mystery. Patience act
ed the part of mercury reversed.
The melodies were the following,
and were arranged in the following or
der: ain my cottage near wood"
"Sul margine DUN rio," and "Home,
sweet Homen" They were all Of a
pleasing, touching character, the last
purely domestic, and under the cir
cumstances, conveying a delicate sat-
ire likely TO do good He had hither-
to played these popular airs on the
German flute; but he proposed now to
execute them in a graceful, apparently
unprecedented, whistle. Not such a
whistle as may be heard in the streets
proceeding from the lips of vulgar and
coarse-minded butcher boys, but su-
perior sort of thing, such as no gentle
man need be ashamed of. In fact, the
original, wild production cultivated
and improved, as the crab is changed
into the pippin.
His plan thus settled, Edward felt
his mind easy, and he awaited the re-
appearance Of Mrs. Somerton with a
graiifed consciousness of being ready
for whatever might occur.
In due time came coffee. The in
Ijured lady came too, and with placid
countenance, betrayed no evidence OF
its late unamiable expression.
Neither husband nor wife made any
allusion 10 their misunderstanding, and
they passed delightful evening made
up of conversation, the piano-forte, and
chess.
But the next morning-the very
next morning, Rose favored her dear
Edward with number two Of the Sc
ries. She wanted him to walk out
with her, and he declared tina, unfortu-
na,eIy, he should be too busy to go out
all day. This was quite sufficient raw
material for girl of spirit to work up
on.
"I'm sure you don't want TO go, Ed
ward" said she pouting in exact unit
alton Of fit number one. "At least
you don't want to go with me-"
Edward plunged both hands into the
pockets of his dressing gown-thrcw
himself indolently upon the sola-ga-
zcd abstractedly at a bronze bust Of
Shakespeare on the mantcl piece-and
began whistlng in low, plaintive
melody; if it was ain my cottage near
wood"
"If it were any one but your wife
continued Mrs. Somerton with pointed
emphasis, "you would be ready enough
to come; but the wives are always ne
elected"
Mr.. Somerton continued whistling,
81 beg, Mr.. Somer,on," exclaimed
Mrs. Somerton, with whitening look,
"that you will not whistle in that dis
graceful manner while am speaking.
IL lam not worthy Of your love, |
trust am worthy common attention"
Edward plunged has hand deeper
into his pockets-removed his eyes
from the bust Of Shakspeare-and fix
ed them in intense regard on bust Of
Milton. He paused suddenly in the
air he was whistling, and commenced
anathcr: it was "Sul margine dun
rio."
Mrs. Somerton retired hastily, with
her pretty face buried in white cam
brio pocket handkerchief.
For five whole days after this scene
all was halcyon weather. Doves might
have beheld and enyied. Honey was
still in the moon, and no impolite ref
erence TO either of the two foolish
quarrels gave any. the slightest, dash
of bitter.
But--on the sixth day there appear
ed clouds. Edward had been in town,
and had promised to bring a pair of
new bracelets for Rose. lie arrived
home punctually at dinner time, but
without the bracelets-he had forgot
ten them. put it to you whether this
was not enough TO try the temper of a
saint3 They were going the next eve