Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1853-11-10
HOW Hu.bana. Ma, R.Is.

little wife, 81 have favor to ask o
you. You have a friend whom / dis
like very much, and whom / am quit,
sure will make trouble between u.s.
VIII you give up Mrs. May for my sake
Mary?"
A slight shade of vexation crossed
Mary's pretty face as she said, "yol
are unreasonable, Harry. She is lady
like, refined, intellectual and facinating
is she not?"
eyes, all of that; and for that very
reason, the influence over one so yield
ing and impulsive as yourself, is more
to be dreaded, if unfavorable. l an
quite in earnest, Mary, 1 could wish
never to see you together again"
"Pshaw!" dear Harry, that's going
too far, don't be disagreeable; let u:
talk of something else. As uncle JEFF
says, ''how's tradeF" and she looked
archly in his face.
Harry didn't smile.
"Well," said the little wife turning
away and patting her foot nervously,
"I don't see how / can break with her,
Harry, for a whim of yours; besides
I've promised to go there this very
evening"
Harry made no reply, and in a few
moments was on his way to his Office.
Mary stood behind the curtain and
looked after him as he went down the
street. There was an uncomfortable
sitting sensation in her throat, and
something very like tear glittering in
her eye. Harry was vexed, she was
sure of that; had gone off for the first
time since their marriage without the
afectionate good by that was usual with
him, even when they parted for an hour
or two. And so she wandered restless,
amid the pictures and vases, all gifts
from him, either before or since their
marriage-each one had a history OF
its own-to the tender association con-
nected with Harry. There was a bou-
quet, still fresh and fragrant, that he
had purchased on his way home the
day before, to crafty her passion for
flowers; there was choice edition OF
poems they were reading together the
night before, with Mary's name written
on the leaf, in Harry's bold handsome
hand. Turn where she would some
proof of devotion met her eye. But
Mrs, Aayi She was so smart and
satiricall She would make so much
sport of her for being ruled so by Har-
ryi Hadn't she told her all the men
were tyrants, and this was Harry first
attempt 10 govern her. No, no, it
would not do for her to yield.
So the pretty evening dress was taken
out; the trimmings re-adjusted and re-
nodded, and all their little etceteras OF
her toilette decided. Yes, she would
go; she had made up her mind to that.
Then she opened her jewel case; little
note fell at her feet. She knew the
contents very well. 1t was from Harry,
(slipped Silly into her hand on her
birth day with that pretty bracelet. }
1t couldn't do any harm to read it over
again. 1t was very lover like for a
year old husband, but she liked it,
Dear Harry and she folded it back and
sat down more unhappy than ever, with
her hands crossed in her lap, and her
mind in most agreeable state of ir-
resolution.
Perhaps, after all Harry was right
about Mrs. May; and if he wasn't, one
hair of his head was worth more to her
than all the women in the world. He
had never said one unkind word to her
never! He had anticipated every
wish; he had been so attentive and
solicitous when she was i'll. How could
she grieve him?
Love conquered The pretty robe
was folded away, the jewels returned
to their case, and with a light heart,
Mary sat down to await her husbands
return.
The lamp was not lit in the drawing
room when Harry came up the street,
She had gone, then (after all he had
SADLY He passed slowly through the
hall, entered the dark and deserted
room, threw himself on the sofa with a
heavy sigh. He was not angry, but he
was grieved and disappointed.
The first doubt that creeps over the
mind of the affection of one we love is
so very painful.
"Dear HarryP' said welcome voice
at his side.
| "God bless you, Mary!" said the
happy husband; you've saved me
from keen SORROW"
Il Dear reader, won't you telll) there
are some husbands worth all the sacrif-
ces living heart can makel
| FANNY FFRE