The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-08-27

o'iShIhess SO Felied. Never before. had n
word Of lIis been answered 10y ANYTHING but
smiles and love responses.
"Tm sorry, Edward" How the sad,
trenulous voice of Ida rebuked the young
husbands unkindncss. at shall not be so
agaip."
And she kept her word Suddenly, he
had awakened her from bright, dreamy
illusion. She had been in n kind of fairy
land. The hard. every day working world.
with its comm"r working day wants, by an
unlooked,for shifting Of scenery, had struck
with an unorely aspect upon her startled
vision; ; the jagged edges Of the real wound
ing painfully her soft ideal. But once ava.
kened, she never slept again. 1t wis the
first shadow that fell dimIy and coldv upon
her married heart-rhe first, and to the life
experienced, we need not say the last.
Burnt toast and bad tea To think that
common things like these should Lave pow.
er to shadow Young heart basking in the
sunlight of love! Ida had thought of her
husband as almost Indifferent to The vulgar
wants his words made manifest. She saw
clearer now. He was but flesh and blood
like the rest.
Very-very tenderly spoken were pll the
words of Edward 10 his young wife, during
the shadowed evening that followed this first
dimming of their home,light. And Ida
who felt the kindness of his heart. tiled to
smile and TO seem as Of old. But, some
how, she could not force into existence the
smiles she wished TO send out a. tokens of
forgiveness. Thoughts Of the bad ten and
burnt toast, the usual "-ah there Law the
smart !-evening entertainment she had
provided or, rather, suffered to he provided
bv un>kilful hands-were her own any more
skilltu 2 for her returning husband haunted
her all the while.
1t shall not be so again " Not idly
uttered were these words. All the evening
she kept repeating them to herself with u
steadily increasing purpose and clearer
vision. Edward shall never have another
occasion for rebuke."
Several times during The evening. the
young husband WAS tempted to refer to the
conversatiun held with his mother, in explain
alton Of his own conduct, hut he wisely
kept his own counsel. OF all things he
dreaded an arrangement between his wife
and III 'ther.
On the next morning, Edward noticed
that his young wife left their chamber ear.
lier than usual, and went down stairs. Not,
however, 10 fill their home with music, as
she had often done. Her matinee WAS the
singing tea kettle, not the stringed piano.
She had a heightened color. when she took
her place at the breakfast table, and poured
for her husband the fragrant coffee. made
bv her own hands, because she had discov-
cred that her Indifferent cook was igonarant
Of 4 i, IL, I,
was almost accidental the recollection of
some good housewife talk had served her
in the right time. The warm praise he
slowed by Edward on the coffee was ample
reward.
Ida bought cook book during tho day
That sounds unromantic. But il was even
so and she studied it for hours. During
the afternoon her mother in.law came in :
and Ida urged her to stay to tea. The old
lady accepted the invitation; not. we are
sorry to say, in the very best spirit. Size
had opened the war on Edwards butter
fly" young wife, and she meant to follow it
up. When Edward came home and found
that bis mother was there his splits fell
lie saw, bv the corners of her mouth. that
she had not forgotten their interview Of the
NaN tiihI aIbiC IIIIIlU
was not a whit mare charitable. lda's face
WAS little shadowcd; ; but she was cneer.
fu, ansl very attentive to his mo,her-and.
happily, ignorant Of h'r true feelings. She
came and went from the breakfast room to
the parlor frequently. evidently with house
hold cares upon her mind.
Tea WAS al length announced. Edwards
heart trembled. His mother arose, and,
with rather cold mir. accompanied her
children to the room where the evening
meal awaited them. The table had an ut.
tractive look. new to the eyes of both Ed
ward and his mother. il was nlain that
another hand besides the servants had been
there. Ida poured the tea, and Edward
served the hot biscuit and cream toast
The eyes of the latter were on his mother.
she lifted, with an mir which he under
stood to say. Poor s,ntf !" the cup of tea to
her lips. She tasted the fragrant beverage
set the cup down--liltcd and lasted again.
Thr infusion was faultlessl Yes, even to
her critical taste. Next the biscuit, and
next the toast was tiled. Mrs. Goodfellow
herself could not have surpassed them.
Have vou changed your cooklr The
old lady looked across the table, curiously
at Ida.
g No, mother" answered the young wife,