Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-10-28

Then to be always telling me what nice things
his mother cooks, when he knows am irving
TO do my very best to learn to please him. 1t
is really too bad
Don't look so dreadfully sober, Kate. NV
baby cried just here, and l had to run before
was through with my grievances, vet had
gone far enough to get well on the wrong
track again. I began to calm myself with the
reflection, that if there had been a great wrong
done, was not the only one to blame for it,
| was dreadfully sorry that had spoken cross
to him, bnt | thought he ought to be sorry too
Before my baby had finished crying, came to
the conclusion that would not exhibit signs
of penitence until saw some in him.
So bathed my face, that no traces of tears
might remain, dressed myself with unusual
care, and went down to old Bridget, to give
some very particular directions about the din
ner. did this with a martyr-like spirit.
meant to try my best to make him sorry for his
injustice. resolved to reproach him with a
first rate dinner, good as his mother could
cook. 10 whet the edge of my delicate re-
proof, made, with my own hands, most
excellent cup of coffee.
One O'Clock came at last, though thought
it never would; the door opened, and | heard
his quick step in the hall. OF all things in
this world, he was whistling He came to
the table with bright face, from which every
trace of the mornings cloud had disappeared,
and as he sat down looked around with
pleased expression.
Why, Annette, said he, 'what nice din
ner.'
Il am glad you are pleased, said l, in sub
dued tone.
Capital said he, the best roast we have
had this season.
lie was so much taken up with my delicate
reproofs as not to notice that was out of spir-
its. was half pleased and half provoked /;
but kept rather still, making little conversa-
tion excepting in reply TO him.
After dessert, handed him his cup of cof.
fee. He was quite astonished. 'Why, An
nette, said he, 4 do believe you went to work
to-day 10 see what you could do
He had hit the truth, though without the
least suspicion of the cause. My first impulse
was, to be honest and out with it BY replying,
Is it as good as your mother makes! This
would have given him the key to the whole
story-he would have ferreted it all out, and
we should have settled it there; but | felt
ashamed TO. | slipped my coffee in silence
The golden moment passed, and my good an
gel took his flight. Pride had The day.
even began to be vexed at his enjoying good
dinner so much, and so easily forgetting what
had caused me SO much suffering. He was
very busy on that day, and did not stay with
me as long as usual to chat, but went off whist.
ling even more cheerily than when he came
went up into the nursery and sat down tC
think it over. Baby was asleep; the rain was
pattering against the windows the wind was
rising, and TO me the world looked dreary
enough. | had tired myself all out, getting mp
over, | felt the reaction. l began to ask
myself what | had got for it. Just nothing al
all. My husband either did not or would moi
see that there was anything 10 be recorciled
about. blamed him for his inscnsbility.-
Once thought |, he would have noticed any
change in my voice or any shadow which
lcaun cniritc I h,
cross to him and he does not mind it at all
| had doleful afternoon of it. was rest
less enough trying first one employment ant
then another, but finding nothing which woult
suit. | went down TO tea, farther if anything
from the right point than | had been at noon
| sat detected and silent. My husband triet
once or twice to engage me in conversation
without success.
Annette, said he at length, in kind tone
do you not feel well to-day1'
Not very,' said |, with a sigh.
'What is the matter g
My head aches; the baby kept me awake
almost all night This was the truth, bu
only in part, and felt guilty as said it,
Then he begged me to 60 and lie down on the
sofa in the parlor, and said he would read Il
me anything would like to hear.
felt this was kind in him. 1t was like ole
times; the new times, you see, had been bul
a day, but to me it seemed very long yet i
was not what | wanted. wanted to have the
| +rr,hto oil rod hridyod nd
determined TO hold out until it should come II
this, and he should see and feel that coult
not be made happy after cross word, with
out scene Of mutual contrition and forgive
ness; so | would not stay and be read 10
but told him must 20 TO bed. | left hin
in his easy chair, with his study-lamp an,
book, and bright fire, in regular old bache
or style, and went off into my nursery, ant
then to bed, and cried myself to sleep
You laugh, Kate, as if you thought was
fool. think SO, myself now.
How did it all end, Annette 2
Il held out week, becoming every da.
more and more sad, and sulky, | may a
we'll call il. When was left alone, uset
10 lake my baby up and cry over him as
my husband was dead, and the child was al
[ had left in the world. Dear me hov
unhappy was, and every day added to 1t
| would find something in his conduct /
pain me every lime we met. Either he wa
100 attentive or not attentive enough; talke
TOO much or too little.
He bore my moody ill-humor patiently