Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1853-04-08

ting up such dinner, and now the excitement was
over and felt the reaction began to ask myself
what had got for it. Just nothing at all. Ny
husband either did not would moi see that there
was anything to be reconsiled about. blamed him
for bis insensibili.y. .sOnce," thought I, he
would have noticed any change in my voice. or any
shadow which came over my spirits; now I can
really be to him and he does not mind it at all
had doleful af ernoon of it. | was restless
enough trying first one employment then another.
but nothing wculd suit. | went down to tea fur
ther if anything from the right point. than had
been at noon. | sat detected and silent. My hus-
band tried once or twice to engage me in CONVERSE
ton, without success.
annette" said he, at length in kind tone 'do
not you feel well to-day? O.
Mot very" said l, with sigh.
"What is The matter :"
"My head aches; the baby kept me awake almost
all night" This was the truth, but only in part,
and / felt guilty as said it. Then he begged me
to go and lie down on the sofa. in the paror and
said he would read to me anything that would
like to hear.
felt this was kind in him. 1t was like old times;
the times you see, had been but that day: but
to me it seemed very long but this was not what
wanted. wished to have the trouble cleared away,
not bridged over; and determined to hold out
until it could come to this, and he should see and
feel that could not be made happy after cross
word, without sense of mutual contrlton and tor
giveneSs; so would not stay and be read to, but
told him must 60 to bed. left him in his easy
chair, and his study lamp and book and bright fire,
in regnIa old bachelor STYLE and went off into the
nursery and then to bed, and cried myself to sleep.
You laugh Kate. as if you thought was fool
think myself
How dill it all end, Annette :"
Il held out week, becoming every day more and
sad-sulky, may we'll call it. When
was left alone, | used to take my baby up and cry
over him as if my husband was dead, and the child
was all had left in the world. Dear me! how un-
happy was. and every day added to it. | would
find something in his conduct to pain me every time
we met He either too attentive or not attentive
enough talked too much or 100 little.
He bore my moody i'll humor most patiently think
! ing was i'll. One day he came home and told
he had obtained weeks leave of absence, and had
engaged carriole, and must pack up myself and
baby and be ready to start in an hour rs he was 60
ing to take me home to my mother.
! 1--WE may as we'll have journey as pay doc
tors BILL Annette" said he and as to have you
dropping about in this style any longer, am not 60
! ing to. We will send off old Bridget lock up the
house. run away from all care and have some fun"
He looked up so kindly, could have fallen upon
his neck and wept my heart out to think how sulky
| had been but there was no time then to talk it
over / hurried away to pack, but before was half
through with the packing resolved that would
tell him the whole story from beginning TO end. The
moment | came to this determination, the load was
gone : my heart seemed light as feather; the ex-
preston of my countenance and the tones of my
voice changed. | was conscious OF it and ne noticed
it as joined him. at the appointed hour.
! ''Why, Annette" said he, getting ready has
cured you. We may we'll stay at home now.
That will do, Kate, the rest of the story will
sound sentimental to a third party
! mo no. Annette. t. at would be leaving out the
very cream of it. Tell us how you settled it"
SWELL we rode on, enjoying the change until to-
wards dark. Baby then fell asleep. 1t was very
quiet hour-every thing about was beautiful and
peaceful. felt deeply, and longed to have all my
heart pure and peaceful. Tears of real penitence
came into my eyes, and before knew it, they were
dropping down upon my baby. My husband turned
and saw them"
'What is the matter Annette said he
80, am sorry said |.
"Sorry for what, love-" said he, are you not
happy9 Does anything trouble you %
{ am sorry that have been sulky this week. >
What do you mean," said he looking and
more puzzled.
How can you help knowing :" said I. Then l
began at the beginning and told the whole story
How rose, feeling irritable and was provoked to
say the first 1rord how he tod me my things
were not nice his mothers and went off vexed
then how he got over ii and forgot all about it, and
would not help to feel good naured by saying he
was sorry. How had brooded over it all the week
how it had festered away in my heart and poison.
ed all my enjoyment. What torrents of tears
shed when alone, as thought it was all over with
us, and we should never love again had once
loved.
lie heard me through without making 4 single re-
= mark, and then he burst into a loud laugh. Il
want to know. Annette said he 9 if that is what
allied you this week g.
EYES, said |. Upon this lie checked the horse
and began to turn round
"What are you going to do - said l.
Going back" said he, if that is all viii CHI i
the matter with you
laughed heartily as he did, far now my sin wa.
confessed felt very happy but pulled the 9th
rein and drew the WHIP the of the horse
and away he went like bird, towards my mother.
home.
But, made resolution then, Kate, that if eth
had aught against the other it should be settled
before the sun went down. that might 90 tt
sleep if not at 'peace with all the world" at least
at peace with each other forgiving and forgiving.
This resolution have faithfully kept, and have
never another week of such misery as I have
been telling you about, and trust never shall.
hope you will find in your relations, Kate, al
the enjoyment do. This is the best wish | car
offer you and that your CROSS WORD may alst
be your last.
Americans In Paris.
t A Paris letter of 9TH ult. says
t The first presentation of Americans to Louis Ma
: poleon, since he has been Emperor and 10 Mrs Bo
: naparte, since she has been Empress took place a
the IuiIleries. on Thursday night. About sixty Amer