Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1856-12-04


she took up knife, and tried TO white a
lew shavlngs. i guess | could complain
II pleased And the lips closed tight
over the white pearly teeth, spelling a re-
ally pretty mouth that seemed made for a
model of beauty.
But the dreariest hours will drag away
at last. at quarter to twelve, the table
was set, and the ham and eggs ready, the
buildings and potatoes baked-for he
should not have reason to complain of his
dinner, she had bitterly said to herself a
halt dozen times in the course of the fore
noon-and the pies made, and she ready
TO receive him in a very becoming attire,
with her hair banded over her white fore.
head IN wavy folds, and her bright eyes
cleaning with glance that stole from the
heart fires within, that never should burn
IN a loving, afectionate wife's breast.
4 am sorry spoke So thought Mr..
Weston, as he stepped off the door step,
'lor Eta Is good wife, and it is seldom
mat have reason 10 complain; but did
want good breakfast this morning, and
fell cross about it. But I'll try and not do
80 again. | wish | was not so quick to
find fault. | will buy her that book she
was speaking about the other day, and
make her d present of il; and | hope it
will make amends for my unkindness. -
And with that comforting resolution Mr.
Weston threw aside the slight ranking re-
morse that had disturbed him, and whis-
lied and sang at his work as cheerfully as
usual, forgelful Of his grieved wife, who
was pondering over and resenting his
harshness.
Here is the book, Eta, that you were
speaking about said Mr.. Weston, as he
stepped into the dining room punclually at
twelve. i know it is an interesting one
by the looks of it,
Thank you,' said Eta, coldly. Din
ner is ready And she seated herself at
the table, poured out the hot fragrant coffee,
passed the bread and butter to her husband
as lndtierenlly as only resentful woman
can do, and commenced eating her meal
in silence.
'E!ta'-the tone was very different from
The morning. one-'Mrs. Neal sent word
by me to you that Mrs. Carson and Mary
were coming there tomorrow afternoon;
and she would like to have you come over.
What shall tell herr
Tell her have no time to visit; have
enough to do at home And the lip curv-
ed little as she said this, but closed
hrmer than ever.
why, Eta, shall give her that answer?
Is it true!'
Yes. | work hard as | ought, and am
found fault with now; and | have come TO
the conclusion that had better stay at
home all the week, and no. spend any
time visiting. If had some one 10 pro-
vide kindlings or dry wood, or was willing
to eat a plain meal when the baby was SO
cross | could hardly get him out of my
arms, perhaps might go out; but. as it is,
| think had better make slave of myself
at once, and always stay at home and
work
Il am sorry you have such hard time
was the pleasant rejoinder. perhaps you
wish you were girl again-do you?'-
And there was an undercurrent of earnest
ness in the tone that the light spoken words
could not belle.
i wish had husband who thought
had done right sometimes. | might have
had such a one if had chosen was the
unwifelike reply; and it was sentence
too much; Mr.. Weston was quite sensitive
on that point; and he took up his hat and
left the room with feeling in his breast
towards his wife almost new 10 him.
i hope he will find out won't bear
everything thought Eta, as his footsteps
died away on the walk. But, after Willie
was hushed TO sleep, and the moons work
done, and the house still, with the restless
ness of an unquiet spirit, Mrs. Weston
walked out into the garden and down the
lane TO the clear pebbled brook, and layed
her hot brow in its cooling waters.
The wind sighed in the branches, and
rustled the glossy leaves, then swept far
away among the forest trees with voice
like the murmuring of the ocean waves that
ceaselessly beat against the shore. Such
a sweet peace seemed brooding over all of
natures works, that insensibly it soothed
Etla's perturbed thoughts; and she wander
ed back 10 the house with a few wild
flowers wreathed in her hair. Her lip
had forgotten its compression and frmness.
But must finish baby's Dress thought
Eta, as she ran softly upstairs to get the
materials. They had been mislaid, and,
after searching in all the drawers, she
opened Johns desk, thinking they might
be laid in there by some mistake. num-
Der of loose papers were scattered about,
and carelessly she took up and opened one
and another, until a soft ringlet of her own
hair fell in the drawer. One brief sent
ence-' My own dear Eta 's'-was all the
paper contained; but, rushing back like a
flood, came all the recollections of the
hour that she gave it TO him. 1t was a
fair summers night, and the bright moon