Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1855-01-19
Ny EImsnand.
by VIRGINIA +. TOWNSEND.

by VIRGINIA +. TOWNSEND.
My husband was very strange man.
10 think how lie should have grown so pro-
yoked about such little matter as tha,
scarlet scarf Well, there's 10 use trying
to drive him, pye settled chat in my mind.
Blu, he can be coaNed--cant he though +?
--and from this time henceforth shaht l
know how 10 manage him? Still, there's
no denying Mr. Adams is very strange
man.
Yoa see, it was fhis morning at breakfast
| said 10 bin, "llenry must have one Of
those ten dollar scalis at Stuarts. They
are perfectly charming, and viii correspond
50 nicely with my maroon velvet cloak.
want TO so out this morning and get one be-
fore they are all gore"
"ren dollars don't grow on every bush.
Adeliue; and just now times are pretty
/ hard you know" he answered, in dry, and
eGrelcss kind Of tone, which irritated me
greatly Besides that, knew he could af-
ford to get me the scarf just as well as not,
only perhaps my manner Of requesting it
fdid not suit bis ofdsbip.
'Gentlemen who can afford TO buy satin
vests at ten dollars piece. can have no
motive but penuIiousness for otjectiny to
give their wives as much for a scarf" re-
torted as glanced at the money which a
few minutes 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 n3Xt moment, if he had
not answ cred.
"You will then attribute It to my renu-
riousncss, | suppose, when tell YOU l can
not let you have another ten dollars to
day"
"Wcll, then. will take this and gc! tbe
scarf. You can do without the vest this fall,
and l took up the bills and left the room
for he did not answer me.
ae" need it, and must have it, sollo
qpized as washed my tear swollen eye
and adjusted my hair for a walk dowi
; Broadway, but all the while there was
tsti small voice in my heart, whispering
bYDou'L do it. Go and buy the vest fol
your husband" and at last (would you be
Iieye it?) that inner voice triumphed.
wen; down to the tailor's selected the vest
and brought 1t home.
,"Ilere it is, Henry. l selected the color
which [ thought would suit you best Isn't
il rich ?" said as uafolded The vest after
dinner, for some how my pride was all gone
| had felt so much happier ever since re-
solved TO iurego the scarf.
He did not answer me, but there was
such look Of tenderness filling his dark,
handsome eyes, as is lips dropped to my
forehead, that it was as much as could do
TO keep from crying outright
But havn'l told you the cream Of the
story yet. 1t night, when he came home
to supper, he threw little bundle in my
lap. Wondering greatly what it could be,
| opened it, and there (would you believe
it0 was the scarlet scarf, thevery one set
my heart on at Stuart's yesterday.
ooh! Henry" said, looking up and try
ing to thank him, but my lips trembled, and
then the tears dashed over my eyelashes,
ana be drew my head TO his heart, and
smoothed down my curls, and murmered
the old loving words in my ear, while l
cried there a long time; but oh my tears
were such sweet ones.
He is a.strangc man, my husband, but
he is noble one, too; and his heart is in
the right place after all only it's little hard
to find it sometimes. and it seems to me my
heart never said it SO deeply as it does to-
night--God bless him.