The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-02-19
J. HOLCOMB, Editor & Publisher.

the object of her misery, this ideutica
= James Taylor, was racing to his office a
if he had on seven leagued boots, wishin.
the client in heaven who was TO detail
e him that evening from his jewel at home
It his precious little wife. Love her Why
he adored her. The very earth, sky anC
r air had changed since this prettiest, dearest
. most bewitching of women had blest hi
E home. Love her Why there was no
moment of the day that she was absen
from his thoughts; far away from the
dull, dark office they were warming in a
green shady home, where a bright, gay.
delicate woman was fiuing hilher and
thither with thousand and one LILLE i'm
porlant cares and occupations in it. She
would imagine dozen times in morning
how she would meet him when he return.
eI-teling him with a serions face how
miraculously busy and industrious she
had been, and what wonders were perform
ed in consequence, and then laughing in
spite of herself and looking so ridiculously
shy when he opened his eyes in assumed
astonishment at the relation. Why, put
ting his love for her out Of the question,
she was certainly better fitted than any
woman in the world for him. James lay.
Ior. For he was melancholy and reserve
ed; she as merry as May, with perfect
lunacy in the way of talking. He was
indolent, and liked to be amused and en-
terained, and how could he be more so
than with this creature, as changeful and
caprcious as an April sky-yet who in
all her moods and variations never forgot
TO be charming. Not love her, Why
the very kitten on the hearth knew better.
What if be never told her so it was en-
tirely piece of supererogalion ; it would
have been like saying that skies were blue
and flowers were fair. And we! silly
Mrs. Taylor, Tor the lack of something
better to do, had actually persuaded and
wept herself into this idea.
With her visitors her lachrymose mood
vanished and after their departure sat
absolutely con:riving ways and means to
annoy this good-for nothing husband Of
hers, till he was forced to display some
kind Of motion-rage, if he would not love.
Nerved by the bIisstuI thought, she closed
doors and windows, for he would not be
home till past one. and laid her head on
her pillow, with flush on her cheek, and
the brightest of smiles around her lovely
mouth.
Little did Mr. James Taylor think, as
he bestowed "a fond admiring glance on
the sweet face, what havoc and destruction
the willy lady had been plotting against
his peace. There is nothing like trife
TO overurn ones philosophy so argued
Mrs Taylor-one can summon quantities
of resolution for great events, but little,
every day annoyances who can endure
with stoici ism! She was determined 10
Eenrage her husband; perhaps he would
absolutely scold her. What triumph
Mr. Taylor the evening before had request
ed his precious wife to have breakfast pre-
cisely at seven, for the same business
which took him out then, would occupy
him the next morning; he must positive
ly be at his office at half past seven
o'clock.
But Mrs. Taylor gave no directions of
the kind, consequently seven, quarler-past,
half past had arrived and 70 sign or token
of the meal. Mr. Taylor did not pretend
10 interfere with the servants, so went out
In the garden in search OF his wife. She
was among the roses, looking as blooms
ing, innocent and unconscious as posi-
BILE.
Danny" said Mr. Taylor, in the mild
est Of tones, " breakfast is not ready, and
| am in a great hurry to go. You forgot
to speak OF it last night. didn't you}"
"You cannot certainly expect me 10 re-
member every thing, James," returned
his wife, with most Indignantly remon>
strating expression. ~ did not say
word about it,"
Mr. James Taylor did not make the
smallest reply 10 this amiabIe remark from
his little bride, but turned and went into
the house. A foil quarter of an hour
elapsed before Mr. Tay lor was summoned
TO the table, and she loitered ten minutes
longer by way of teasing him to the utmost,
then made her ppearance, thinking it quite
possible that she might find her spouse
with whip in his hand, or at all events
despatching his meal alone. But he sat
quietly reading the paper, as if there were
no such things as impatient clients or pro-
crastinated engagements 10 the world
Fanny bit her lips with vexation, and pro-
ceeded to pour out his coffee. If he had
only been sukey it would have been some
thing gained, and she tormented him with
questions in hopes of discovering this ;
but he answered her as pleasantly as usu-
al, and at length petllioning to be Used (,
he bid her good morning in the blandest
of tones.
Mrs. Taylor felt quite happy when he
departed, who can doubt it She had
been making herself exceedingly disa-
greeable, and all to no purpose. Faint
heart never won" thought she, at length
F" III try it again"
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