Hannibal journal. (Hannibal, Mo.) 1853-1853, 1853-05-09
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lively little Mrs. Grey, with look Of mock
distress, as she peeped her bright face into my
room, "lR you'll credit Il, my husband hasn't
spoken five consecutive words since ten time,
and I'm quite undecided whether 10 request TO
have the roof raised, 80 that can breathe rrocr,
or to 60 into violent NJ OF Mysteries. Mutty,"I
said she, with a ludlcrousIy solemn DIR, al
shouldn't be surprised IL had married the
wrong man"
"Now, Edward il one Of the best creatures In
the world-lhatS just Ill" said she, jumping
up "hos too good. | can't think Of Fault he
hast he's awlully correot--a living reproof TO
old Indies call model husband Now, isn't II
Npi.y thNt goodness and stupidity generally 60
tcgetherp" said she, laughing. "Ned Is so mat
ter Of fact. Now, II I'm reading q book, and
come ocross q passage that delights me, ul-
ways want 10 put my arms round the authors
neck and kiss him, Well, l read II TO Ned, and
he says, quietly, (wilhout looking up from his
nowSpuper,) "Yes, Il Is pretty good" Oh,
dear, he never gets up enthusiasm about my
thing" He lOoks feeling. It's really pitiubIc,
Multy (throwing herself on sofa with sup.
pressed yawn.)
"All Is not gold that glittcrs, Mary, and
there ore gems, too, OF whose value the possess
or IL sometimes ignorant. The butterflies that
Abroad, they are elegant, refined, polished.
brilliant and graceful, full Of repartee and witt
but by their own "Reminiscences silent, moody,
selfish, exaoting and unintoresng You'd nev.
er recognize them! You remember Vivian p
Well, that's his mental dugucrreotype. In pri-
Vuto he's the most unoveuble Of morluls."
"Well, this worlds humbug, them" said
Mnry, TOR rM one Of its restless, dissatisfied
ones, and by the way, Matty, how camc you 10
he on old mlid9"
"Simply because You appropriated the on
~ man l ever wanted" was MatIy'S quiet no.
The blood rushed 10 Mnry's temples; she wus
at Matty'S side in IN instant, urging her 10 u
full confession"
"Ah, | see, my little Indy, your heart iS in
rhc right place, after all, else you wouldn't be
jealous. I've great hopes Of you Blessings
often brighten when we imagine they are about
10 take ilighr Your husband never spoke u
word Of love 10 me IN his lre--I only wish he
hndl shOn't enlon GCcrccy upon You rs TO
my preference, because know very we'll you
wouldn't have him know il for kingdom so
I'm sorcl But, seriously Mary, you don't know
how to value Edward. a few more years over
your sunny head, and q little more experience
Of the world, and you'd not barter him for the
most brilliant idol your imagination ever set up
lor your heart 10 worship,
That day was nearer than Mutty prophcSicd !
Mary shortly after was taken dangerously ILL.,
For weeks she balanced between life and DEATH
Whose EupplicOlng eye sought the physicians
with such fearful anxiety whose hand, with
more than q womnn's tenderness, smoothed her
pillow and shaded the light from her aching eye
bNllsP who, with uplTted finger, crept softly
about the house, hushing every noisy football,
who surrounded her with every comfort and
luxury that affection could think OF or money
hardly earned could prooureY Who, when
Nenried with business cares, still kept untrhg
vigil until the stars faded away, at the bedside
Of the poor sufferer
Who grOsped the physicians hand, saying,
Save herl II Is life or death with me, as we'll
us Mary?" Who, but tho "matter- of.faot" Ed
ward9
One day, after Mary was oonvOlcscent l
called 10 see her, She was locking very love-
ly, though pale and wasted.
THANK God you arc spared to us" said |,
touching my lips to her forehead
"Aiter him, thank my husband" said Mary,
with eyes liquid with feeling. I'm this sick
roonNI have learned lesson shall never For
get. Oh, MAttyl there may be deep, strong
love In the heark where deeds not words, urc
the interpreters Please God to spare my life
my poor love shall be his reward for thisW
4 Mary kept her word,
FANNV FERN,