Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-08-18

nY HUSBASD.-My husband 10 very
strange man. To think how he should
have grown so provoked about such lit
tie matter a. that scarlet scarf. Well,
there's no use trying to drive him. I've
settled that on my mind. But ho can be
coaxed-can't he though? and from this
time henceforth, shAn't | know how TO
mAnsge him? Still. there's no denying,
Mr.. Adams is very strange man.
You see, it was this morning at break
fast, | said to him, Henry, i must have
one of those ten-dollsr scarfs at Stuarts.-
They are perfectly charming, and will cor
respond so nicely with my maroon velvet
cloak. / want to go out this morning and
get one before they are all gone.
Ten dollars don't grow On every bush,
Adeline and Just now times are pretty
hard, you know he answered, in dry,
careless kind of tone, which irTitated me
greatly. Beside that, knew he could af-
ford to get me the scarf just is well as not
only, perhaps my manner of requesting it
did not quite suit his lordship.
Gentlemen who can afford to buy sat
in vests at ten dollars apiece; can have no
motive but penuriousness for objecting to
give their wives as much for = scarf
retorted, as glanced at the money which
few moments before he had laid by the
side of my plate, requesting me to procure
one for him; he always trusts my taste
in these matters. / spoke angrily.
should have been sorry for it the next mo,
ment, if he had not answered.
you will then attribute it to my penu
riousness, 1 suppose, when l tell you
cannot let you have another ten dollars tc
day?
We'll, then I will take this and get mt
the scarf. You can do without your yes
this fall and l took up the bills and lef
the room, for he did not answer 1t.
4 need it, and l must have it, / solilo
quized. as l washed my tear swollen eyes
and adjusted my HAIR for a walk dow
Broadway, but all the while there was
still small voice in my heart whispering
Don't do it go and by the vest Tor you
husband and at last would you believ
it that lesser voice triumphed. wen
down to the tailor's, selected the vest, ant
brought it home.
Here it is, Henry I selected the colo
which l thought would suit yor the best
Isn't it rich :? | said, as I unfolded tn
vest after dinner, for somehow my prid
was all gone, l had felt SO much happie
ever since l had resolved to forego tn
scarf.
He did not answer me, but there wa
f such a look of tenderness filling his dar
and handsome eyes, as his lips dropped
my forehead, that it was as much as
, could do to keep from crying outright.
But l haven't told the cream Of the sc
ry yet. To night when he came home
supper he threw little bundle into m
y lap. Won lcring what it could be, l ope1
ed it, and there, wsuld You believe it, WI
the scarlet scarf, the very one I had set n
heart on at Suart's yesterday.
oh! Henry l said, looking up ar
j trying to thank him, but my lips tren
bled, and then the tears dashed over m
] eyslashes, and he drew my head to b
| heart, and smoothed down my curls, al
k murmured the old loving words in n
f ear, while l cried long time, but 0. n
# tears were such sweet ones.
He is a strange man, my husband, b
l. he is a noble one too, and his heart is
:, the right place, after all, only it's lit
q hard to find it sometimes, and it seems
If me my heart never said it so deeply as
does tonight. God bless him