Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1852-12-16

all this, until he cane to the cofe, and said in
half vexed tone 139
"sI do wish We could ever have any good
coffee, Annette. Why cannot you make it as
mother does?
IS This was a drop to much for me, and I
boiled over.
You never think anything on our table
fit to be eaten,' said I, and I almost started
at the sound Of my own voice, you had better
live at home if you are not satisfied, or else
provide me with decent servants. I cannot
do everything-take care Of my baby all night
and get the breakfast too
- did not know before that was so very
unreasonable said he, in tone of injured
feeling.
''He sat few MON ents, then rose, left his
untasted breakfast, put on his hat and went
| off. When I heard .l.es door shut behind him,
all my temper left Inc. 1 went into my room
locked myself in, sat down and cried like a
child. This was the fist cross cord [ had
ever spoken tony husband. It seemed to me
as if some sudden calamity had befalen us.
[ worked myself up to such pitch OF feeling,
t.at I walked about the room wriuging my
hands.
":O it is all over with u.s. thought I; I'VE
shall never be happy together again in this
world This thought Made me unspeakably
miserable. l felt as ifa black pail had fallen
around me, and in the future there was only
darkness. In my misery sought to comfort
myself by blaming him He need not have
spoken so to me, at any rate said I, out loud;
: he might have seea how felt it was too
much for any one ty, bear 1t really was not
a bit kind in him. 1t is plain enough he does
n for bao I
to be always telling me what nice things his
mother cooks, when he knows | am trying to
do my very best to learn to please him. 1t is
really to bad
Don't look so dreadfully sober, Kate.
My baby cried just here, aud had to ruu be-
fore | was through with my catalogue Of
grievances; yet bad gone far enough to get
we'll On the wrong track again began to
Calm myself with The reflection that, it there
had been great WRONG done, was not the
| only one to blame for it. l was dreadfuliy
sorry that [ had spoken cross to him, but |
thought he ought to be sorry, too. Before
my baby had finished crying, came to the
conclusion that | would exhibit no signs of
penitence until saw some in him.
g So l ba'hed my face, that no traces of
tears might Remain, dressed myself with I'M
usual Care, and went down to Old 81 idret to
give some very particular directions about the
dinner. did this with martyr-like spirit
meant to Try my best to make him sorry for
his Injustice. Tesolved to reproach him with
first rate dinner, good as his mother could
cook. To whet the edge of my delicate re-
proach [ made, with my own hands, !. most
| excellent cup OF coffee.
One O'Clock came at last, though thought
1t never would: the door opened, ,nt | heard
h's quick step III the ba !. Of all things in
this world he was whstiing! lie came to
the table with bright face, from which every
trace OF the mornings cloud had disappeared,
anu as ne sat down he looked around with q
pleased expression.
"'Why, Annette said he, what nice
dinner
g am glad you are pleased, said I, in q
subdued tone
Capital, said he, 'the best roast we have
had this season.
. lie was so much taken up with ny deli
cate reproofs as lot to notice that was out of
spirits. Was halt pleased and half provoked :;
but kept rather still, making little converse.
ton excepting in reply to him.
After dessert | handed him his cup of
coffee He was astonished. why, Annette,
said he, l do believe you went to work to-
day to 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 cut 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. l slipped my coffee in silence.
The golden moments passed, and my good
angel took It's hight-pride had the day. 1
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 az
long as usual to chat, but went off whistling
even more cheerily than when he came.
81 went up into tie nursery and sat down
to think it over. Baby was asleep; the rain
was pattering against the windows, the wind
vas rising, and to me the world looked dreary
enough. had tired myself all out getting