Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-06-09
9n 0riigiinal Storg,
Written for the Advertiser.
THE WIFES PUNISHMEN T ;
OR,
WVOMAM'g g?pRATAGEM J
RI JENNY WOODBINE.
CHAPTER I.
gaze upon thy face, young bride,
Where lilies mid the roses hide,
And where the shadows softly glide
CHAPTER I.
BY JENNY WOoDBINE


into the tame slave you are, Mary Hilliard-do
you fancy I will sit with prim mouth, and fol-
ded hands, and let Clarence have his own way
Lord! and Master forsooth, we shall see. Its
all very we'll to talk about wife's duties
devotion, forbcarance, and all that sort Of stuff
sounds finely in novel, but its quite namby-
pamby in real life. Now as for my part
wouldn't have fair skies all the time if could
'twould be so horribly monotonous. No, give
me storm now and then, the clearing up
would be so beautiful"
Mary billiard shook her head, "Ieu will
think differently after marriage"
"No, am in earnest-this 'billins, and
eooing,' and 'my DEAR any. all the time makes
me sick. Now it would be 80 nice to have
Clarence stalk across the room with that The
atrical air of his and call me "Mrs. Staten %
should enjoy it so hugely. Then in my own
good time, would make the stern voice melt
to its own fute-like tones, and murmur Mona, D
as only he can say it."
"Yes-Moina Burton, we shall see. You,
and Clarence can make up easily now you are
lorers but the making up of married folks
is different thing. 1t may be pleasant, to
have lover pout, but the cold, decisive sneer
of husband is different affair altogether-a
smile would be infinitely more preferable"
"Psha am not baby. But here comes
Clarence now-vanish through that side-door,
and you will see how manage him."
"Well, Mona how do you do this evening !?
busiy engaged I see-what are you doing,
writing verses?
No, Clary-only note."
GA note-may ask to whom 2"
eyes, you may ask, but I don't know, that
] will aRsuer."
Clarence Staten flushed little, but replied
good humoredy, "I'd like to know, Mona"
II don't know that it is any affair Of yours
we are not married yet, Clary."
Her tone was the perfection Of coolness.
81 know we are not but as we are betroth-
ed, fancy I have some little right to know
your correspondents"
His own voice lost portion Of its sweetness.
"Why, Clary, believe you are growing jeal-
ous."
No reply.
"You may see the direction if you like"
Keep your own secrets-1 have no right to
pry into them"
He picked up Harper which lay on the table,
and turning it upside down, pretended to read
Mona's face flushed little; but she soon re-
covered as the door-bell rang and Mr.. Wood
was announced. Clarence bowed coldly; not
so his lady loye-she had never welcomed this
long neglected suitor so warmly.
at has been quite an age since saw you,
Mr.. Wood-really your visits are like those Of
angels, few, and far between"
Mr.. Wood smiled, blushed, and looked e1-
tremely silly. "You fatter me, Miss Mona"
"Not Mona if you please-I only allow the
favored ten to call me thus" This was said in
ajesting tone; but she carefully averted her
eyes from those Of Clarence, who looked up
with pleased expression Of face-he might
call her Mona-hs only.
The spirit Of mischief had taken possession
Of Moina, who was by no means free from faults;
she frted desperately Il believe that is what
young ladies call it) with Wood-allowed him
to lead her to the Piano-piayed all the songs
he liked best; but studiously avoided the favor
ties of Clarence.
AS for Clarence, he was "putting on airs" as
Molina termed it-he took no part in the con-
versation, and played the lordly Don to perfec-
ton. She enjoyed it while Wood was there
at least she was wildly gay-laughed hysteri-
tally and said the most reckless things. But
in her secret heart thorn was ranking.
With all her faults she was true woman,
and loved Clarence Staten with all the force Of
her nature. Her gallant departed at last and
she was left alone with the one who was to be
her future husband.
"Clary, you are so quiet this evening"
He maintained dignified silence-she moved
about restless, and unhappy.
"Clary, do read aloud to me, feel so stupid" "
81 have nothing to read"
She moved over, and took possession of the
footstool at his feet.
Ah! Molina, where was your pride then?
"Clary do believe you are Enthusiastically
jealous and of that simpleton Wood, now aren't
yon ashamed Of yourself, eh?"
\ faint smile crept around the corners Of lis
handsome mouth. With all his strength-with
all his manhood, and worldly wisdom, he could
not resist that bewitching gaze.
"Come, make friends with me, Clary-there's
good bov-the frown on your brow is not
half so handsome as the smile on your lip
wonder it does not frighten some penniless eli
ent to death. There give me your hand now,
are you vexed with me- Clary2"
Molina possessed one dangerous fascination
her eyes-I say dangerous, because she knew
how to use them. No: not vexed Mona, only
panied" He began playing with one Of the
long curls, which foated orer her white, bare