Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1852-1853, 1853-05-12
HANNIBAL JOURNAL, MAY IL, 1853
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aFor charity's sake take me in,T said the
lively little Mrs. Grey, with a look Of mock
distress, as she peeped her bright face into my
room. III you'll credit il, my husband hasn't
spoken FIVE consecutive words since tea time;
and I'm Quite undecided whether TO request 10
have the roof raised, so that can breathe freer,
or TO go into a violent ft Of Mysteries. Matiy,'
said She, with a ludicrousy solemn air, 81
shouldn't be surprised If l had married the
wrong mani" LktI al
"Now, Edward is one Of the best creatures in
the world-lhat's Just ii ]" said she, jumping
up, shes too good. l can't think of fault he
has; he's awfully correct-a living reprooi to
me. Do compassionate me, Matty; have what
old ladies call Il mod ell husband Now, isn't it
o ply that goodness and stupidity generally go
togetherp" said she, laughing. MED is so mat
ter of fact Now, IL I'm reading book, and
come across passage that delights me, al
ways want to put my arms round the authors
neck aid kiss Kim Well, / read tito Ned, and
he says, quietly, (without looking up from his
newspaper ayes, it is pretty good" Oh
dear, he never gets up enthusiasm about any
thing" He lacks feeling. It's really ptiabe
Matty, Throwing herself on a sofa with sup
pressed yawn.)
"All is not gold that glitters, M'ry; and
there are gems, too, Of whose value the possess
or is sometimes ignorant. The butterflies that
dazzle in society are mostly mere moths at home
Abroad, they are elegant, refined, polished
brilliant and graceful, full of repartee and wit
! but by their own hearth-stones silent, moody
selfish, exacting and uninteresting. You'd new
er recognize them! You remember Vivian i
Well, that's his mental dsguerreotype. In pri
vate he's the most unloveable Of mortals."
"Well, this worlds humbug, them" sai'
Mary, cor IIh one Of its restless, dissatisfied
ones, and by the way, Matty, how came you Il
be an old maid9" .at
"Simply because you appropriated the on
} ly man ever wanted" was Matty's quiet re
ply.
The blood rushed TO Mary's temples she wa
at Matty's side in an instant, urging her TO
"full confession"
"Ah, see, my little lady, your heart is i
the right place, after all, else you wouldn't b
: jealous. I've great hopes of you Blessing
1 often brighten when we imagine they are 'abol
to take fightv Your husband never spoke
e word of love to me in his lire--I only wish b
r had! l shan't enjoin secrecy upon you as
+. my preference, because know very well yo
wouldn't have him know it for a kingdom!
y. I'm safe But, seriously, Mary, you don't kno
how 10 value Edward. A few more years owe
. your sunny head, and little more experienc
of the world, and you'd not barter him for II
o most brilliant idol your Imagination ever set u
n for your heart to worship"
2. That day was nearer than Matty prophesiet
Y, Mary shortly after was taken dangerously ill.,
e For weeks she balanced between life and dealt
re Whose supplicating eye sought the physician
If with such fearful anxiety? whose hand, wi
q more than woman's tenderness, smoothed h
>, pillow and shaded the iighi from er aching { !,
balls? who, with uplirled finger, crept soft
. about the house, hushing every noisy footfa
Is who surrounded her with every comfort al
IL luxury that affection could think of or mont
It hardly earned could procureP Who, VIII,
!, wearled with business cares, still kept untril
a vigil until the stars faded away, at the bedsit
ID of the poor sufferer?
l. Who grasped the physicians hand, sayin
10 "Save her 1t is life or death with me, as W.
% as Mary?" Who, but the ''matter- of fact" E
- wardP
~ One day, after Mary was convalescent,
y called to see Der. She was looking very Low
..e ly though pale and wasted. 0
"a "Thank God you are spared TO u.s." said
~ touching my lips to her forehead.
lie "Afler him, thank my husband" said Mar
ic with eyes liquid with feeling. sin this 81
te room have learned lesson l shall never f
n get. Oh, Matty! there may be deep, stro
,is love in the heart, where deeds, not words, d
the interpreters Please God to spare my Ii
my poor love shall be his reward for this p
Mary kept her word. ..,r-a
'or ."-. ... FANSY FERN.
n. -TOlive Branch,