The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1853-04-20

our table fif 20 be eaten, said 4, and
almost started at the sound Of my own
soice--s you had better live at home il
vol are not satisfied. or else provide
me with decent servants. Ieannot do
eserything-take care Of my baby all
might and get breakfast too"
ss did not know before that l was
so very unreasonable" !" said he in tone
Of injured feeling. He sat few mi-
nutes. then rose, left his uniastrd
breakfast, pus on his hat and went oif.
"When 4 heard the door shut be-
hind him. all my. temper left me. l
went into nv rooin. locked myself in.
sat down and cried like child. This
was the first eross word l had ever
spoken to my husband. II seemed to me
as IL some sudden calamity had beIallen
us. | worked myself up TO such pitch
Of feeling. that walked about the room
wringing my hands.
"Oh, IT il. all over with us" thought
l "we shall never be happy again in
this world" This thought made me
unspeakably miserable. I felt as If a
black pail had fallen around me. and in
The future there was only black-dark-
ness. In my misery. sought to com.
fort myself by blaming him. lie need
not have spoken so TO me, at any rate.
said I, out loud; he might have seen
how felt; IL was too much for any
one to bear. Itreally was not one bit
kind in him. Ii is plain enough that
he does not care for me as he once did.
Then. 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! II is really
too bad.n
Don't look so dreadfuIly sober,
Kate. Nv baby cried at this time, and
| had 70 run before was through with
my catalogue Of grievances, yet | had
gone far enough to get well on the
wrong track again. began to calm
myself with the reflection that il there
had been a great wrong done. | was
not the only one to blame for it. Twas
very sorry that had spoken cross to
him, but thought he ought to be sorry
too. Before my baby had finished cry
ing, came to the conclusion that
would not exhibit signs of penitsnc,
until saw some in him.
So bathed my face, that no traces
Of tears might remain, dressed mysel
with unusual care and went down TO oil,
Bridget, to give some very particula
direction about the dinner. did thi
with martyr-like spirit. | meant L
try my best to make him sorry for hi
injustice. resolved to reproach hin
with first rate dinner, one as good a
his mother could cook To wbet tn
edge of my delicate reproof, | mad
with my own hands, most excellen
cup Of coffee.
One o'clock came at last, though
thought it never would /; the door open
ed, and | heard his step in the hall
l0f all things in this world--he wa
whistling. He came to the table wlt
bright face, from which every trac
Of the mornings cloud had disappear
led, and he sat down and lnoked aroun
with a pleased expression.
l why. Annette" said he, "wha
nice dlnner..'
II am glad you are pleased" said
. in a subdued tone.
"Capital," said he, the best roas
we have had this season."
He was so much taken up with m
delicate reproofs as not to notice thi
) | was out of spirits. Twas half pleas
ed aud half provoked, but kept ratl
er still, making little conversation, e,
! cept in reply to him. After desser
! | handed HIM cup Of coffee. He W;
: quite astonished. "Why, Annette
said he, 81 do believe you went
/. work to-day to see what YOU could do
D He had hit the truth, though witho'
i the least suspicion h the cause. NJ
n first impulse was to be honest and u
' with it by asking-is it as good as yol
mother makesl This would have gi
4 Ell the key to the whole story
!. would have ferreted it out, and v
1 should have settled it there but [ fe
o ashamed to. siPped my coffee in !
/ ,Ience. The golden imoment passe
/ and my good angel took his fligl
n Pride had the day. even began
be vexe.l at his enjoying good dinn
I SO much and so easily forgetting VIII
D had caused me SO much suffering. /
n was very busy ON that day and did n
d stay with me as long as usual to cha
n but went off whistlingeven more chez
!. fully than when he come.
l. Iwent up into the nursery to thu
n it over. Baby was asleep; the ra
d was pattering against the windows; L
/; wind was RISING, and to me the wor
e looked dreary enough. had tir'
Is myself out getting up such dinner. al
4. now the excitement was over and t
to the reaction. | began to ask mys'
Ut what i had got for it. Just nothing
d all. My husband either did not
ID would not see that there was anythi
,e to be reconciled about. lbiamed h