The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1855-02-28

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Come, come, Constant, don't talk of saeri-
fees" continued his friend coolly. eff Mrs.
Hathaway is worldly, depend upon it, Miss
/ Hathaway is the mothers own child Think
you her mother could ever have forced her to
marry poor clergyman if he had not been to
her taste? Never
i Constant was silenced.
Mr.. Hugheswas now impatient to be married.
He wanted TO travel during the summer, give
! himself one good holiday before he returned to
busy life again, and he must have his beautiful
little wife with him.
why delay?" be urged with Mrs. Hatha
way. No matter for preparations We can
make them AFTER" he said smiling. Il must
furnish my house, but would prefer postpon-
ing it till the fall, when can have Fanny's
taste to assist me-"
The little bride elect joined her mother and
1 lover just in time to hear the last phrase, and
she exclaimed with great naTvett:
..oh pray do. You men have no taste, and
know nothing about such things, and I would
much prefer choosing for myself
Mr.. Hughes, who was delighted with every
new proof of her ''youth and freshness, . could
not but smile at this, for he knew that had she
been some years older she would have felt as
all women Do upon that most delicate Of sub
Ijects to bride without fortune-furniture
But Fanny was too young fer such scruples,
and though Mrs. Hathaway caught her breath
somewhat quickly at her daughters frankness,
yet when she saw it succeed SO well, was quite
as well pleased that it had happened, for she
had her own doubts as to Mr.. Hughes taste,
and felt that she would rather the important
business was left to Fanny.
There was now nothing to wait for but the
1 bridal paraphernalia, as that was indispensable
even to Fanny, and Mr.. Hughes impatience
was obliged to wait the pleasures of half the
milliners and mantuamakers in town. In the
course Of time, however, the last dress was
sent home and all was ready. The happy day
arrived, and surrounded BY large party the
ceremony took place
A prettier bride surely was never seen than
the youthful Mrs. Hughes, as she received her
friends a few days after, attired in her bridal
dress of snowy white, with its graceful veil Of
delicate lace confined to her small head by a
wreath of exquisite white roses.
She might have passed for a vision of youth
i innocence and love, had it not been for the
bridegroom who stood at her side.
The summer months had fled, and Mr.. and
Mrs. Hughes had been settled some weeks in
town, when he said to her one afternoon.
Fanny, have business in Washington next
week. Imust start on Monday. Will you 90
with me, love-"
ssText week?" she answered. "Oh no,you
know the new furniture will be home next week
4 and much rather stay and see it all arranged"
Mr.. Hughes looked a little disappointed at
her preferrng the furniture to his society, but
as she continued gaily:
81 will have it all in order before you return
and every thing will look SO bright and beauti
/ ful you wont know the house."
Reassured by this, thinking it was to adorn
and enliven his home that she preferred re-
naming, he answered.:
every place must look bright where you are,
my beautiful love-" but he found Fanny was
not to be hattered from her resolution, and he
gave the matter up.
The fortnight Of his absence was most busly
and happily occupied by Mrs Hughes, in di-
recting changes and movements, which indeed
made her husband doubt at first, on his return,
whether it was his own house which he was
entering, and which had been furnished about
4 FIVE years before Mrs. Hughes death, and had
been arranged by her solely and entirely with
aview to his comfort. Being an indolent man,
4 who hated the trouble Of mounting stairs, his
wife had converted the back parlor into his IL
brary, the small room which opened off being
his study, sacred from all intrusion. AS he
now entered and glanced about seeing moth.
/ ing but mirrors and ottomans, he said in amaze
i ment:
'sWby, Fanny, what have you done with my
books?''
.sOh, they are all up stars,'' she cried Il
/ have had the back room in the second story
arranged as the library Is it not all beauti-
fulg she exclaimed, as she threw her arms
around him in an ecstasy of delight, rather at
her furniture than at seeing him again, and then
as she drew him about, pointing out with great
volubity and delight all she had done, it was
not in the heart of man, not certainly of one in
'love, and who had been so long absent from
home too, to find fault with creature so Young
and beautiful. Besides, the thing was done
and it would be more trouble to get the books
back than to let them stay, SO he contented
himself with saying, as he seated himself on the
sofa, and drew his little wife beside him,
And so you have moved my books up stairs.
The little room is my study suppose?''
'Oh nop' she answered, ''that is my dress
ing room. You can study, you know, in the
library. have fitted it up with rose -colored
curtains and on she went with history Of
its furniture, which she told with such childish
glee that he could not but be amused in spite
of himself.
ssFanny, dearest" said her husband after
tea, as he took something from his pocket,
''hand me the light
whats that?" she asked Jas she approached
him. "What have you there9"
s.@nOnly cigar" he answered
"a cigar she exclaimed. ssWhy, what
are you going to do?''
Il am going to smoke" said he smiling.
"What else should I do with cigar?'
..smoke!" shesexclaimed. ''smoke in my
beautiful rooms! You'll ruin my curtains,
(she spoke as if the furniture had been earned
by the sweat Of her brow and not his, can't
permit such thing. Why what Goth you
are to think Of it!'' she continued playfully, as
she took his fingers in her little hand and drew
the clgara away.
Nay, nay, Fanny said he seriously, 'it