True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-02-06
dress with girlish delight.

SASS' Wv" 6NhSh uChSh"
DO you like me so, sirl' she inquired,
turning eagerly towards her husband, and
looking up in his face,
Percy made no answer at FIST. Two
short months before, Wien Daisy stood
in the parlor of her cottage home, on
their wedding night in her simple white
muslin gown he thought her the fairesl
flower that e'er the sun shone on;' but
now he could compare her only to an an.
gel, as she stood before him in her light
airy robes that fell in light folds 10 her
delicate feet; her cloudless eyes hall
veiled by their long lashes; her long sun.
ny hair waving over her white shoulders,
her fair cheek just tinted with rose
flush; lips half parted with a bright
smile; and her round dimpled arms
stretched involuntarily towards him.
4 thought looked pretty, dear Percy,
she said doublfully, coming and leaning
her sunny head on his arm, 'but am
afraid you are not satisfed--I should no,
have dressed so much only you told me
must; such things seem very strange.
wonder what mamma would say-deal
mamma! to see me now
| Il will not lie II you just what l think,
lest should turn your little head said
Percy, STOPPING down, and kissing her
soft hair; then drawing her arm through
his, he led her down the broad stairway
and into the drawing room.
Daisy trembled when her guests arri'
we'd, but her husband was 60 near her
that she felt the protection sufficient t,
keep her from embarrassing mistakes
and so passed through the trying ordea
quite 10 his satisfaction, until his eldes
sister, Miss Isabella Vernon, remarked tt
her mother in loud whisper;
She will do very well, but she's nc
style; and why, for goodness sake, doe:
not Percy tell her to put on her gloves!
To which Mrs. Vernon replied afel
leisurely surveying poor Daisy through
her glass:
she looks well enough but she is toe
simple. am surprised at Percy's
choice. His wife is not an Agnes Nor.
wood Daisy and her husband both
overheard these remarks. He looked
annoyed, but pressed the white unglovet
hand that lembled on his arm like snow
flake, very tenderly; while she, less Gu
by the words than BY the thought Of hel
own unftness for Percy, wondered who
Agnes Norwood could be.
Days and weeks passed on, and the
happiest hours the little bride knew, were
passed in her own study; when Percy
seated in the great crimson velvet easy
chair beside her own tiny one, patiently
listened while she repeated the lessons
she had SO carefully learned; or when HI
read 10 her from the books he loved
Sometimes, indeed, her poor young heat
grew almost tired in its endeavor to grasI
The ideas, which seemed so easy and un
derstandable 10 Percy that he neve
though, to explain them 10 her; and ther
she listened to the musical flow of hi
fine voice, or watched the varying ex
preston Of his features. In the gay ant
: fashionable circle in which she now move,
Daisy never felt quite at home. To b
sure she easily learned to conduct herse1
with propriety and grace, but unless he
husband was with her, she was still sh,
and timid with strangers.
One night about six months after he
marriage she had slipped noiselessly fror
the great drawing.rooms Of Mrs. Vernon
dwelling, that the noisy voices and ga
laughter might not sound so loud and ha
entered the conservatory alone. TIL
flowers were very beautiful and rare
most of them exotics; but as she wan
dered up into distant corner, her ey
fell on bunch Of sweet scented violeti
j Oh, they were so like home She DIRE,
nearer, and leaned over them. One Q
: two were still fresh, but the most {
, them had dropped and withered. Dais
/ shuddered, for her husbands words spt
, ken so short time since flashed acros
her memory; and although she knew h
loved her, she had begun to fear sh
, should never be able to make him happy
: She stood. half hid by stately japonic'
when she heard her husbands 'sIvoice, an
] he entered the conservatory, with a ia
, magni6cen! looking woman on his arm
Il No.. 'hsis no. like you, Miss No