Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1853-10-06


and mother and father were the happies
of us all. Ba6yish! 1 won't be dicta
ted TOP said the young wife. Il an
married, if l am only nineteen, and my
own mistressp.
And the rebelious tones would come
: in spite of her determinations. Blu
then she thought of Harry, dear Harry
) whom she had learned to love so well
Her first impulse was to tell him, bu
, she had a great deal of good sanse, i
she was young, and she said to her
, self
No that would not do; then he'll
have to take sides with one or the other
) and either way it will make trouble. Il
may wean his love from me. No, no
I'll try to get along without; but l wish
had known more about her before
came here to live
And now she smiled and chatted gai-
ly with Harry, and hoped he had set
it down to the account of nervousness.
Still the hours passed slowly when he
was absent at his business, and she felt
uneasy every time she heard step on
the stairs, lest the old lady should sub
ject her to some new trial.
Il wonder what has come over En-
map said one of her sisters. She has
grown so grave and matronly. l half
hated Harry when he carried her of, and
l quite hate him now, for she is so Sc
date and moping. l desire to keep my
neck out of the matrimonial moose
Shortly after this Emma's mother
sent her some delicacy; manufactured
by herself, of which she knew her
daughter to be particularly fond. Mrs.
Hall brought it into her room and set it
down on the table as if she was testing
the strength OF the dish, and said
4 wonder if your mother is afraid
that you'll not have enough to eat here?
One would think you were child at a
boarding-school.'
Emma controlled herself by a strong
effort, and made no reply, simply taking
the gift from her hands with nod OF
acknowledgment. Every day brought
her some such petty annoyance, and her
father-in-law who was old and childish,
became quite as troublesome as his wife.
In these respects it required all her love
for Harry to carry her through.
She still adhered to her determina-
ton, however, to conceal her troubles
from her husband and though he no.
ticed she was less vivacious, he perhaps
thought the mantle of matronly dignity
so becoming to his young wife that he
felt no disposition to find fault with it.
In the meantime, old Mrs. Hall being
confined to her room with fit of infu-
enza, the reins of government were very
unwillingly resigned into Emma's hands.
The endless charges she received about
busting, and sweeping, and cooking, en-
ded always with this soliloquy, as the
door closed upon Emma's retreating
form
I'm a goose to tell anything about
it; she's as ignorant as Hottentot, it
will all go into one ear and out the 9TH
err
And the old lady groaned as the Wis
ion of the nose of the tea-kettle pointing
the wrong way, or the saucepan hung
on the wrong nail fitted through her
mind.
Emma exerted herself to the utmost
to please her, but the Cruel was always
mot quite right the pillow was not ar
ranged behind her back, or she expected
to find 'Bedlam let loose when she got
down stairs, and various prognostica-
tions of the same character.
Emma said Harry, 'how should
you like living five miles out of the city?
1 have seen a place that Just suits my
fancy, and 1 think of hiring it on trial
Emma hesitated. She wished to ask:
Does your mother go with us?' but she
only said
I could not tell you, dear Harry, how
should like the place till saw it; but
l should fear it would take you so much
from me. It would seem so odd to
have five miles distance between us for
the whole day. o, l am very sure l
shouldn't like it, Harry!'
And the charges of the mother-in-
law clouded her sunny face, and in spite
of herself tear dropped on her hus-
bands hand.
We'll, dear Emma, now I'm very
sure you will like it, land his large,
dark eyes had look that she could not
understand, with all her skill and prac-
tice in reading them, and SO I'm going
to drive you out this afternoon, and
well see, said he gaily kissing her fore
head.
%, what little Paradise, Harry
Look at that cluster of prairie roses!-
What splendid old treesl See how the
wind sweeps the dropping branches
across the tall grass? and that little low
window, latticed over with sweet briar,
and that pretty terraced iower-garden
o, Harry!'
We'll, let us go inside Emma
And applying key he held in bis
hand, the door yielded to his touch,a "a nc
they stood side by side in little rustic
parlor furnished simply, yet how taste.
fmlyi Table stands and mantle cover.
ed with vases, sending forth fragrance
from the sweetest of wildwood flowers
: the long white muslin curtains looped