Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1850-01-26
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MAKES CHANGE"
BY MRS. ]. c. NEAL.


called him Charie'--throwing down the
second number of Copper6eld, with a
yawn. 81 think l must go and see how
the boys come on this evening. l don't
believe l've been near the ROOM since
we've boarded here"
"And leave me all alone! !" pouted his
lovely bride, or wife, rather, for they had
now been married full three months-
"Why, Charlie"
"Well, Lucyw
81 didn't think you would have been
tired of your little wife SO soon. But it's
what l might have expected" And by
this time her voice lost itself in sobs.
"There, there, now," said her kind"
hearted husband, kissing her as he spoke
''Don't get into such fret, pretty one
But you know l have not passed an eve
! ming away from you since we returned
from Saratoga and the boys think ] have
cut them. / must go tonight. met Ned
Ludlow at the Post Office, and he tells me
they are going to have rehearsal of some
of the Ernani music, and wanted my flute.
One must make sacrifices for ones friends
somptimes-so | must 'tear myself away
from you for an hour or two"
"Well, go, then. | know it's only an
excuse. Pvc seen for some days you were
growing tired of me. You went TO sleep
last night in the rocking chair, and l sitting
right by YOU"
eyes, and what were you doing ~
"Why, working dear, beautiful crotch
ct bag for cousin Ellen's bridal present"
II hate crotchet. You never can speak
word when you're counting those con-
founded beads"
"You didn't think so once, when l did
that elegant mazarine blue and silver purse
for you, when we were first engaged
Snow, Lucy, please don't cry, darling:
But l must 90 tonight. So good bye; fll
be back ass
"Not before midnight, I'm certain,'
broke in the lady; and, as the door closed
with a sound much resembling what cross
children call "Slam," she threw herself
upon the sofa and sobbed as if her husband
evening,
Sob. sob sob! Oh, how unhappy she
was How she wished she had never been
married-that she had never left "p. ra'sw
Sob! sob. How very dreadful TO have
ones husband tired of your society. "Oh,
dear! oh, dear" and Lucy Wood began
to believe, as she uttered this heart-rend
ing exclamation, that she belonged to that
numerous and formidable class Of society,
"injured acomsR."
Her hvsterical outbreak had drowned all
external noises; and it was only after a
repeated double knock, that she became
conscious some one was at the door.
II was Mrs. Tyson, who had room on
the next floor of the same hotel-a nice,
motherly looking lady of fifty or there
| abouts, who had become very much inter-
ested in her young fellow boarders.
81 saw Mr.. Wood 90 out, my DEAR"
said she without seeming to notice the
swollen eyes OF her hostess, weeping is
| not becoming TO most faces, though we
have seen one or two in our lives who
could bear this severe test.) $50 thought"
continued Mrs. Tyson, 81 would just come
in and sit a little while; and ] don't like 10
ntrude when MIR. Wood is in--I know
young people consider their best friends
dc trOp sometimes"
"1'm sure you're very good; but you
never need be afraid of that, ,"-and here
the sense of her wrongs rushed back afresh,
and found vent in new flood Of tears.-
Then followed the most natural thing in
the world. The whole Of scene first was
recounted 10 her sympathsing listener,
with codocil accompaniment, that ''she
was sure Charlie was tired Of her, and
wished he had not mattled," and much
more to the same effect.
SIT will not seem very kind in me, after
your generous confidence, dear Mrs. Wood,
to tell you that such thoughts ought not to
be told, even TO me. Just think what a
risk you ran If i had not been prudent,
elderly person, who has lived long enough
10 see the folly and unhindness of gossip
and tatting, think what story | might
have made from il A mutual friend of
ours, for instance, would have reported
every where tomorrow, that ahe Woods
lived very unhappily; and, between us,
guess they are both sick Of their bargain.-
In fact, Mrs. Wood told me as much her
selfn No, you must lay it down as first
principle of married life, never to confide
even TO yout dearest friend any little dis
agreement or mlsapprehension that may
arise between yourself and husband. Sym
pathy, In these cases, does mote harm than
good; and, after all, ii is on your own
Judgment that you must principally rely !;
for no one but youtself can Understand all
the circumstances. You are not offend
ed ?"
''Oh, no." said Lucy, already calrned by
this plain statement of an obvious TRUTH
81 would not have any body think we
liv'i unhappily for the world Why,
Cha rlie has always been devotion itself.-
He never spoke cross word TO me. Only
how does il happen, since ! have told you,
Mrs. Tyson--how does it happen he seems
so Indifferent lately, and can even leave
me a whole evening. 1t was not so before
our marriage"
al wonder if he has remarked no differ
ence in your"
SIN me! oh, no, Why ! would not .Firt
| for the woIld,o