The home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1857, 1857-01-22
"MA3Na IT UP"
A Nice Story pr Married People

81 wish ladnbaid /! Dear me! what
would | give If Eouldonly recall it,"
murmured Ms. LeHs, al she leaned her
lace down on the a n sh' had rested on
the breakfast able,ghilsthe thick tears
sobbed up in ner big eyes.
Sho was pretty w,ma,, the wife Of a
year, though the tears dnmed her face,
and the trouble at herheat shut Off the
roses from her cheeks shatcheerless No.
vember morning, with he lull.brownish
clouds piled low about(he ky, and the
noafse wind cracking hd cmmping thro'
the trees outside.
"To think, too" coninucl the ladv,
raising her head once moe, and abstract.
edly lifting the cover oft ! clina teapot,
"he should have spokerb 10 ctossly and
sharply 10 me just becausel aid | should
like that new velvet at MFRS, Well, / |
don't believe Tor my part, aat,here ever
was such a thing as woman being salts.
fed with what she has got. thin. it
was real unkind ofhim anywaS and moth.
ing IN the world could have made lac be.
e-r '-e''c-ii Henry soeA.1sS A.1sS,, at
he would have used that tone or thos
words in speaking to me. But guess
was more to blame than he. after all, 70
said good many satirical things. Il al
most wish my tongue had been cut out be
fore they passed my lips, but, somehow
my temper got the better Of me; and h
went off without one kind word, OF evel
kissing mel"
Here there was another outbreak o
tears.
"Hc won't be home till night, and how
can get through this long, dismal, drea.
ry day, knowing all the time that Hal's
angry with me; he who has bean such a
true, generous, loving husband? How
wish | could see him just minute, and
forgetting all my pride, wind my arms
about his neck, and say, Hal, I'm real
sorry; won't you forgive me this once?'-
and aciH too."
The pretty lady sprang up from the ia e.
ble' new determination heightening the
faint colotin her cheeks, and bringing
back the SPARKLE to her blue eyes.
GILL take the omnibus, and go right
down to the office. and make it up with
him; see if / don't!"
lheyounsmerchant was leaning, with
weary hall detected sort of expression,
over his desk, about which were scatter.
cd bills, drafts and letters in endless con.
fusion. Somfaing had gone wrong. His
clerks knew TBS when he came into his
store that mofhng, so gloomy and reti.
cent, so thorous shly unlike his usual brisk,
energetic, jovial manners that always car.
rled sunshine inh the dark ware.rooms.
Even the portet felt something of this,
for he stood at aNspectful distance from
his employer, AMI didn't indulge in any OF
his old stale joktA
Suddenly the qerchant looked up, and
saw his wife makbg her way through the
store, straight to is desk. How pretty
she looked that horning, in the little,
tasteful velvet hatwith its crimson trim.
mings about her sdl cheeks, that were so
charmingly becomt 8, and that half smile,
dimpling the rosy, |pall mouth, that he
could hardly beliet had said such. very
unkind things to hi only two hours be.
fore.
Now, Harry Iced fwas very proud of
his wife, and OF the evident admiration
(which her occasiona advent at the store
t always excited. He bse up to meet her,
s surprise in his 4 ke half chasing the