Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-02-27

home whence he had transplanted her and
she had been nurtured in an atmosphere
of love and kindness, such as little strength
ems the spirit for the trials and the
strife which sooner or later, all must en-
counter. @ e'Gt #S1.
Henry Howard loved his young wife
with ar intensity of affection which strong
proud natures such as he can alone feel !;
but she never dreamed when her brown
head rested against the heart whose every
pulse throbbed with love for her, which
it is seldom the lot of woman to receive
that strong will, and resoluteness of
purpose, which no circumstance had
evolved to her perception, might for u
time hold in subjugation even love for
herself ftg arr .af .o,e.-
HE shall not see how his remark pain
ed me; l will wipe away the tears, and he
shall never dream | had shed any" said
Mrs Howard, rising up, and pacing her
parlor with flushed cheeks and an unsteady
step Il shall meet him with cold polite
ness on his return and he shall learn that
Ellen Howard is not child, whom he
can order at his will. Oil Henry, Henryl
to think, the tears were dashed away,
and the rising sob hastily swallowed down,
but very bright vision in the past had
evoked them. a.,r .a
well, 1 suppose did speak rather
hastily to Nellie, this noon, and I feel
half like calling myself a scoundrel for it
soliloquiscd the young merchant, as he
paced small room situated at one end of
his large building, that afternoon, with an
abstracted air and rather troubled brow.
II dare say, the poor child sits there all
alone, feeling as if her heart was almost
broken, but-hang it! her remark touched
my feeling at point where they are most
sensitive, and the words had passed my
lips before | was aware of it. l ought to
remember, too, how took her (bless her
sweet little self y from home where never
stern or angry word had met her ear,
and how told, on that night when she
lifted her blue eyes so trustingly ON me,
and laying her little hand in my own,
promised to be mine, that would guard
her from the very shadow of evil, that her
Happiness would be far dearer to me than
the life which would be nothing without
her.
And now, when she has been the sun
shine of my house for only six months, /
have--Henry Howard, you're rascal
and there's no use of denying it, and you
don't deserve that little jewel of wife
you have, any more than some other per-
sons you thought didn't
d The heart of Ellen Howard beat quick
ly that night as the sun went over the
house tops, for her ear caugh the sound Of
well known foot fall in the hall. .i
Then quiver of pride rippled over the
red lip, and when her husband entered the
room, instead of springing forward as she
had always previously done, to receive his
caress, she remarked, quietly lifting hel
eyes from the pages which she had been
for the last two hours pcrusing, "You are
very late this evening Henry"
The voice, the manner, chilled the tide
of warm feeling which had been gaining
depth and strength all the afternoon; foI
Henry Howard had returned with the in,
tentions of making full concessions to his
wife for all that was hasty or unkind in
his conduct at noon.
But the words he was about to speak
died on his lips, as he met the cool, almost
IRONICALLY courteous reception, and simply
remarked, Yes, / was unavoidably de
tanned, he seated himself by the fire ant
took up book. ..-
In little time they went out to supper
How unlike it was to former ones. The
lamp still poured its soft; silvery shine or
: the white china, and the glittering urn
but the smiles which had sweetened the
tea, and the loving words which had giyer
rich flavor to the mullins, were no long
er there.
But the shadow on two loving hearts
and the breach widening continually be
, tween them-these were there.
a And so the meal ended. Alas II, wa
the type Of others. .
o Two days had passed away and the cold
ness which had sprung up between the
" newly married pair still continued.
Il Il can bear it no longer; this very nigh
= ] will go to him, and lay my cheek agans