Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-04-26
EVENING STAR.
II 7 II USB nd.

To think how he could have grown so
provoked about such little thing as that
scarlet scarf. Well, there's no use try.
ing to drive him. I've settled that in nv
mind. But he can be coaxed, can't he
though and from this time henceforth
shan't | know how to manage him {?
Still, there's no denying, Mr.. Adams is q
very strange man.
You see, it was this morning at break
fast, said to him, L" Henry, / must have
one of those ten dollar scaris at Stewards.
They are perfectly charming, and viii
correspond SO nicely with my maroon
velvet cloak. l want to 90 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 irritated me
greatly. Beside that, l knew he could
afford to get me the scarf just as we'll as
not; only perhaps, my manner of re-
questing it did not quite suit his lord
ship.
Gentlemen who can afford to buy
satin vests at ten dollars apiece can have
no motive but penuriousness for object
ing to give their wives as much for a
scarf" [ retorted as / glanced at the
money which a few moments before be
had laid by the sid, of my plate, request
ing me to procure one for him; he al
ways trusts my taste in these matters
spoke angrily. lshould have been ser.
ry for it the next moment, IL ne had not
answered:
"You will then attribute it to my Pc
nuIiousness, suppose, when | tell you
| cannot let eu have another ten dol
lars"
"Well, then, [ will take this and get
me the scarf. You can do without your
vest for the present" and [ toek up the
bills and left the room, for nc did not
answer me.
"I need it, and must have it," So
liloquised as l washed ny tear swollen
eyes, and adjusted my hair for walk
down Broadway but all the while there
was a still small voice in my heart
Don't do it. Go and bug the vest for
your husband" and at last would you
believe it p that inner voice triumphed.
| went down to the tailor's, selected tbs
Test and brought it home.
Here it is, Henry, selected the color
which | thought would suit you best.
Isn't it rich !'' said, as I unfolded the
vest after dinner, for somehow my pride
was ali gone. had felt so much hap
pier ever since l had resolved TO icrego
the scarf.
As he did not answer lie, but there
was such a lcok of tenderness filing bis
dark handsome eyes, rs his lips fell 10
my forehead, that it was as much as
could do to keep from crying outright
But haven t told you the cream of the
story yet. At night, when he came
home to tea, he threw little bundle into
my lap. Wondering greatly what it
could be, | opened it, and there (would
you believe it?) was the scarlet scarf,
the very one set my heart on at Stew
arts yesterday.
"Oh Henry" said I, locking up and
trying to thank him, but my lips trem-
blcd, and then the tears dashed over the
eye-l2shes, and he drew my head to his
heart, and smoothcd down my curls, and
mumured the cid loving words in my
ear, while | cried there long time, bul
oh my tears were such sweet ones.
lie is strange man, my husband, but
he is 4 noble one too, only it is little
hard to find it out sometimes, and X
seems to ne my heart never said it SO
deeply IS it does tonight. God bless
him IN. Y. Visitor.