Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-10-17
NV Husband.

My husband is very strange man. To think
how he should have grown so provoked about
such little matter as that scarlet scarf. Well,
there's use trying to drive him. 1'v set
tied that on my mind. But he can be coaxed
can't he thought and from this time hence
forth shan't l know how to manage him p
Still there's no denying Mr.. Adams is a very
strange man.
You see it was this morning at breakfast 1
said to him, ssHenry 1 must have one of
those ten dollar scarfs at Stuart's. They are
perfectly charming and will correspond so
nicely with my maroon velvet cloak. l want
to go out this morning and get one before they
are all gone.'
ssTen dollars don't grow on every bush, Ad
cline, and just now times are pretty hard, you
know he answered, in dry careless kind of
tone, which irritated me greatly. Besides
that l knew he could afford to get me the scarf
just as we'll as not. Only. perhaps, my man
ner of requesting it did quite suit his lord
ship.
.:Gentlemen who can afford to buy satin
vests at ten dollars piece, can have no mo-
tive but penuriousness for obiecting to give
their wives much for a scarf, l retorted,
as | glanced at the money which a few mo-
ments before he had laid by the side of my
plate, requesting me to procure one for him ;
he always trusts to my taste in these matters.
/ spoke angrily. l should have been SORRY
for it the next moment, if he had not answer
ed
s'You will then attribute it to my penurIous-
ness, suppose, when l tell you | cannot let
you have another ten dollars to day!''
s'WeIl. then, will 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 me.
81 need it, and l must have it, soliloqui
zed, as l washed my tear swollen eyes, and
adjusted my hair for walk down Broadway,
but all the while there was still small voice
in my heart whispering, ssDon't do it, go and
buy the vest for your husband,'' and at last
would you believe it?-that inner voice tri-
umphed. | went down to the tailor's, select
ed the vest, and brought it home.
s.Here it is, Henry l selected the color
which thought would suit you the best. Isn't
it rich!'' said, as unfolded the vest after
dinner, for somehow my pride was all gone.
l had felt SO much happier ever since l had
resolved to forego the scarf.
He did not answer me, but there was such
look of tenderness filling his dark and hand
some eyes, as his lips dropped to my forehead,
that it was as much as l could do TO keep from
crying outright.
But havn't told the cream of the story yet.
Tonight when he came home to supper he
threw little bundle into my lap. Wondering
greatly what it could be, Iopenedit, and there,
would you believe it, was the scarlet scarf, the
very one | had set my heart on at Stuart's yes
terday.
90! Henry said, looking up and trying
to thank him, but my lips trembled, 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 1 cryed long time,
but O, my tears were such sweet ones.
He is strange man, my husband, but he is
a noble one too, and his heart is in the right
place, after all, only it is little hard to find
it sometimes. and it seems to me my heart
never said so deeply as it does tonight,
'God bless him.