Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1848-01-01

ever felt so bad before in nv life.
had utterly failed in this last vigorous con.
test with my husband, who had come of
perfectly victorious. Many bitter things
did ! write against him in my heart. and
largely did magnify his faults. believe
thought over everything that occurred
since we were married, and selected there.
from whatever could Justify the conclu.
sion that he was self.wlled, overbearinr.
unteeling man, and did not entertain for
ME particle Of affection.
IL was clear that had not been able 10
manage my spouse; determined as had
been to correct all his faults, and make
him one Of the best, most conciatinr, and
loving of husbands, with whom my wish
would be law. Still | could not think of
giving up. The thought of being reduced
TO a tame. submissive wife, who could
hardly call her soul her own, was not for
a moment to be entertained. On renec-
ton it occurred to me that ] had, proba-
bly,, taken the wrong method with nv
husband. There was q touch of stubborn.
ness in his nature that had arrayed itself
against my too earnest efforts to bend him
TO my will A better way occurred.
had heard it said by some one, or had
read it somewhere, that no man was proof
against woman's tears.
On the present occasion certainly fell,
much more like crying than laughing. and
so it was no hard matter, | can honestly
aver. to appear bathed in tears on my
husbands return between eleven and twelve
o'clock from the theatre. / cried from
vexation as much as from any other feel
ing.
When Mr.. Smith came up into tie
chamber where | lay, | greeted his pres
ence with half dozen running sobs, which
he answered by whstling the "Cracco.
vlenne" | continued 10 sob, and he con-
tinued to whistle for the next ten minutes.
By that time he was ready to get into bed
which he did quite leisurely. and laid him.
self down upon his pillow with an express
sion of satisfaction. Still snbbed on.
thinking that every signing breath drew,
was, in spite of his seeming Indifference
a pang to his heart. But from this fond
deusion, heavily drawn breath, that was
almost snore. aroused me. | raised up
and looked over at the mamie was sound
asleep
a good. hearty cry to myself was all
the satisfaction l had, and then wen, to
sleep. On the next morning / met Mr..
Smith at the breakfast table with red ewes
and sad countenance. But he did not
seem to notice either.
Il hope you enjoyed yourself at the
concert last night" he said. Il was de-
lighted at the theatre. Fanny danced di.
vinely. Hers is truly the poetry of mo-
ton"
Now this was too much! | will lcavc
it TO any reader-any female reader. |
whether this was not too much.
burst into food Of tears and Immediately
withdrew, leaving my husband 10 eat lis
breakfast alone He sat the usual rime.
which provoked me exceedingly. IF he
had jumped up from the table and Icfl The
house | would have felt that | had made
some impression upon him. But to take
things in this calm way What had /
gained! Nothing rs could sec. After
breakfast Mr.. Smith came up to the cham
Der, and seeing my face buried in a pillow
weeping bitterly--I had increased the flow
Of tears on hearing him ascending the
stairs--sad in low voice
Are you not well, Mary!'
| made 20 answer, but continued 10
weep Mr. Smith stood for the space of
about minute, but asked no further qucs-
ton. Then, without utterip! a word, he
retired from the chamber, and in a little
while after heard him leave the house.
| cried now in good earnest. Il was plain
that my husband had no feeling, that he did
not care whether was pleased or sad
| But determined to give him fair trial. If
| | failed in this new way what was | to do?
! The thought of becoming the passive slave
of domestic tyTant was dreadful. fell,
that could not live in such a state When
Mr.. Smith came home at dinner time was
in my chamber, ready prepared for a gUsh
of tears. As he opened the door looked
up with streaming eyes, and then hid my
face in pillow.
MARY" he said, with much kindness in
his voice, "what ais you! Are you sick"
he laid his hand upon mine as he spoke.
But | did not reply. | meant 10 punish
him well for what he had done as lesson
for the future. | next expected him to
draw his arm around me, and be very
tender and sympathizing in his words and
tones. But no such thing! He quietly
withdrew the hand he had placed upon
mine; and stood by me, could feel, though
not see, in a cold, erect attitude.
Are you not well, Mary he asked again
was still silent. A little while after
heard him moving across the floor. and
then the chamber door shut. was once
more alone.
When the bell rung for dinner. felt half
sorry that | had commenced this new mode
of managing my husband but as had be-
upn / Il ol tb ,0L, :,