M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1855-01-12
MY HUSBAND.
By VIRGINIA P. TOWNSEND.

My husband was a very strnge man.
To thing how hC should have grown so
provoked about such 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 thought and from this time hence
forth shan't know how to manage him2
Still. there's no denying MIR. Adams is
very strange man. . .r.g
You see; /, was this morning at break
fast, said to him. "Henry, must have
ons Of those ten dollar scarfs at Staart's.
They are perfectly charming, and will
correspond SO nicely with my maroon
velvet cloak. want TO 60 out this NOR
ming 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,
careles kind of tone, knew he could
afford to get me the scerfj just as we'll as
not, only, perhaps, my manner OF re-
questing it did not quite suit his lord
ship. ....s .... -t
"Gentlemen who can afford to buy
satin vests a: ten dollars apiece, can
| have no mutive but penuriousness for
objeSting 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, re-
questing me to procure one for him; he
always trusts my taste in these matters,
| spoke angrily. should have been
sorry for it the next moment, II he had
not answered; -e '''f' 'fi'''
"You will then attribute II to my
penuriousness. suppose, when tell
you cannot let have another ten dol.
lars to-day" g. . s3 c.'a ..5E
"Well, then, Twill take this and get
me the scarf. You can do without your
vest this fall" and | took up the bills
and left the room, for he did not answer
/, mo.
al need 1t, and must have IT," soil.
loquzed as | washed my tear.swollen
eyes and edjusted my hair for walk
do wn Broadway, but all the while there
was a still small voice in my heart,
, whispering: "Don't do it. Go aud buy
the vest for your husband" and at last
(would you believe ili) that inner voice
triumPhed. went down to the tailor's
selected the vest, and brought it home.
"Hers il is, Henry. selected the
color which | thought would suit you
best. Isn't it riCh1" said, as unfold
ed the vest after dinner, for somehow
my pride was all gone. l had felt so
. much happier ever since had resolved
to foreeo the scarf. :4't o.
lie did not answer me, but there was
such look of tenderness filling his dark
, handsome eyes, as his lips dropped to
, my forehead, that it was as much as l
conld do to keep from crying outright,
But havn't told you the cream of
the story yet. Atnisht, when he came
home TO supper, ne threw little bun.
die into my lap Wondering greatly
what it cauld be, opened IL, and there
(would you believe itO was the scarlet
scarf, the very one set my heart on at
. Stuarts yesterday. eA
"Oh! Henry,"I / said, looking up and
, trying to thank him, but nay lips trsn-
bled, and then the tears dashed over my
eyelashes. and he drew my head to his
heart, and smoothed down my curls, and
murmured the old loving words in my
: ear, while cried there long time; but,
oh! my tears were such sweet ones.
: He is strange man, my husband, but
= he is noble one. too; and his heart is
3 3 in ths right place after all, only it's
= little hard to find il sometimes, and II
seems to me my heart never said itso
deeply Os i. does to-night-God bless
e him. 20 l'+'.