The Davenport daily gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1869, 1857-04-01
SANDERS 4 BRO. 0aletts.
q. X. WEST, State Democrat.
H. fischer 81 Co, Der Dsmgeya
THE DAILY GAZETTE
'v."N INSTANTANEOUS.
rTY "NAKIra UP."

Is tt TEE "KkXIn0 Up
i wish hadn't said It'll Dear mel
what wouId give if Icould recall it,
murmured Mrs. Leeds, as she lsaned
her face down on the arm she had
rested on tie breakfast table, while
the thick tears sobbed up into her blue
eyes.
She was q pretty little woman, the
wife Of q year, though the tears dim
med her face; and the trouble at her
heart shut of the roses from her cheeks
that cheerless November morning,
with the dull 5rownish clouds piled
low about the sky, and the hoarse
vind crsaking and crumping through
the trees outside.
To think, too, continued the lady,
raising her lead once more; and alb
strsotedly lifting the cover Of china
tss pot, he should have spoken so
Grossly and sharply to me just because
! said should like that new velvet
at Myers.' Well, l don't believe, for
my part, there ever was such q thing
~ woman satisfied with what she
has got. l think il real upkind Of
him, any way, and nothing in the
world would have made me believe,
before | married Henry Lee'ls, that
be would have used that tone or those
words in speaking to me. But !
guess was more to blame than he,
after al, for said good many sstiri-
cal things almost wish my tongue
had been cut of before they passed
my lips, but, somehow, my temper
got the better ofme, and he went off
without one kind word or evan kiss.
ing nae! Here was another outbreak
eftsss.
"He wont be home till night, and
how can ! get through this long, dis
NAL day, knowing all the tine that
Halls angry with me-he who has
been such q true, generous, lsving
husband? How ! wish could see him
just . minute, AMI, forgetting all my
pride, wind my arms about his neck
and say, Hal I'm really sorry; won't
you forgive me this onee!--and will,
TO"
1.-The pretty lady slrang up from the
table, 4 new determination hsightsn-
ing the laint color in her cheeks, and
bringing back the sparkle to her blue
eyes.
sI'll take the omnibus and 90 right
down to the Office and make up with
him; see If / don't
The young merchant was leaning,
with . weary, half detected sort of OK
presssion over his desk, about which
were scattered bills, drafts and letters
in endless confusion. Something has
gone wrong. His clerks knew this
when they came into his store that
morning, so gloomy and rsticent, so
thoroughly unlike his usual brisk, en-
ergstic, jovisl manners that always
carried sunshine into the dark ware
rooms. Even the porter felt some
thing Of this, for he stood at respect.
full distance from his employer, and
did not indulge in any oil his stale
jokes.
Suddenly the merchant looked up,
and saw bis wife making her way
though the store straight 10 his desk.
How pretty she looked that morning,
in the little tasteful velvet hat, with
its crimson trimmings sbeut her soft
cheeks that were SO charmingly be.
coming, and that half smile dimpling
the small rosy mouth, he hardly be-
lieved it had said such very unkind
things to him only two hours before.
Now Harry Leeds was very proud
Of his wife, and OF the evident admira-
ton which her occasional advent at
the store always excited. lie rose
up to meet her, the surprise half chas-
ing the cloud theretrom, She came
close up to him.
Harry whispered the soft, timid,
Aser voice, 'l'm SO very sorry said
those cross things to you this morning
! was greatly to blame, and they've
made me unhappy ever since, 80 I've
come way down here to make up, AMI
hear you say once more that You love
me-
The cloul was all gone. There
was q world Of fond tenderness that
looked down from those dark eyes on
the lady.
why bless your little heart, AIDE
line, you haven't come clear Oh here
for that! ! was more to blame than
you, a great deal, but some business
matters we're troubling me, and then
Pm a touchy fellow, | guess, any
how :.
sNe. you're not; but shouldn't
have lived through the day, if l had
felt all the time that you were displeas-
ed with me. But do you ove lae just
% well az evsrf
That smile, that glance, would
have satisfied any wife.
THAT vile Of mine is Little angel;
ANYHOW murmured Harry Leeds to
himself. as he arranged his disordsred
desk, with face as changed and as
bright az the sky outside, for the sun
had suddenly plunged through the
clouds. If we have pretty good sales
this week, III just get her that carpet
for q Christmas present, see it don't.
[Arthur's Home Magazine.
EARLY TEAcHINas.-We all know,
fhouoh perhaps few OF ma ever thought