American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-05-31
MY HUSBAND.
By VIRGINIA F. TOWNSEND.

My husband is very strange man.
To think how he should have grown SO
provoked about such a little matter as that
scarlet scarf. Well, there's no use trying
to drive him. I've settled that in my
mind. But he can be coaxed-can't he
though--and from this time henceforth
shau't know how to manage him? Sill
there is no denying that Mr.. Adams is
very strange man.
You see it was this morning at break
fast, said to him, "Henry, must have
one of those ten dollar scarfs at Stuarts
They are perfectly charming and will cor
respond so nicely with my maroon velvet
cloak. Iwant to go out this morning and
get one before they are all gone"
"Ten dollars dom grow on eveI4 bush,
Adeline; and Just now times are pretty
hard you know" he answered in dry
careless kind of tone, which irritated me
greatly. Besides knew he could afford
to get me the scarf just as well as not per-
haps my mannep of requesting it did not
suit his lordship.
Gentlemen who can afford TO buy satin
vests at ten dollars apiece, can have no mo-
tive but penuriousness for objecting 10
give their wives as much for scarf"
glanced at the money which a few minutes
before he had laid beside my plate request
ing me to procure one for him. he always
trusts my taste in such matters. | spoke
angrily, should have been sorry for il
the next moment, If he had not answer
ed.
tr,h hut fo
robustness suppose, when | tell you |
cannot let you have another ten dollars to-
day"
"Well, then, will take this and get me
the scarf. You can do without your yes
this fall" and took up the bills and lef
tho room, for he did not answer me.
II need it, and must have it," solilo
quized, as l washed my tear swollen eye
and adjusted my hair for walk dow
Broadway; but all the while there was
still small voice in my heart whispering
"Dont do it. GO and buy vest for you
husband" and at last. would you believ
it?) that the inner voice triumphed. wen
down to the tailor's, selected very fin
vest. and brought it home.
"Here it is, Henry. | selected tn
color which thought would suit yo
best. Isn't it rich ?" | said as | unfolde
the vest after dinner, for somehow m
pride was all gone. had felt so muc
happier since l had resoved to forego th
scarf.
He did not answer me, but there wa
such look of tenderness filling his dar
handsome eyes. as his lips dropped
my forehead, that it was just as much "A
l could do to keep from crying ouI
right.
Butt havn't told you the cream of tn
story yet. At night when he came HON
to supper, he threw little bundle into m
lap. Wondering greatly what it could be
Iopened it, and there was the scarlet scar
the very one had set my heart on at Stuart
yesterday.
"0h Henry" l said, looking up an
trying to thank him, my lips trembled, an
then the tears dashed over my eyelashe'
and ho drew my head to his heart, an
smoothed down my curls. and murmure
the old loving words in my ear, while
cried there long time; but, OIL my tear
were such sweet ones.
He is strange man, my husband, br
he is anoble one, too; and his heart is i
its right place after all. only il is lttl
hard TO find it sometimes; and it seems
me my heart never saw it so deeply as
does to- o-night-God bless him.