The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1858-02-17

wife, but there was bad husband first;
that's gospel--Aarks gospel, anyhow,
and Marx Ware is going to act upen It.
Mary shall go to the ball to night with
her mother, and I will stay at home and
nurse my patience and my gouty leg. -
There's no evil ia her; she's as pure IS q
lilly, aud if she wants to see the world,
| why-she shall see it; and though +
can't go dancing round with her, never
will dim her bright eyes-no-no-no-
mol" .Rli@esit% Pig
"That win do, Tiffy; another pin in
this lace; now move that rose in my hair
little to the left; so-that will do"
"That will do" Tame praise for that
small Grecian head, with its crown of
braided tresses; for the full, round throat
and snowy, sloping shoulders; for the
round, ivory arms, and taperins, rose tip
ped fingers; for the lovely bosom and
dainty waist. Well might such beauty
dazzle Mark Wares eyes. till he failed to
discern the distance between May and
December. tet 'yaa'a4i-i $50 tis- .'f
Mark Ware had rightly read Mary
She was guileless and pure, a. he had
said; and, child as she was, there was
that in her manner before which the
most audatious eye would have shrunk
abashed. F8H lss li0 7aHa
When the young bride 6rst realized
the import Of these words she had besn
made to utter, till death do part u.s.
she looked forward with shaddering hor-
ror 1t the long weary, monotonous years
before Her homo seemed q prison and
Mark Ware the keeper. And size chaffed
and fretted In gilded fetters, while her
restless heart cried out--'Anywhere but
home.' Must she sit there in her prison
house, day after day, listening only to the
repinings of her own troubled hearth
Must the bee and the butterfly alone be
free to revel in the sunshine? Had God
made her beauty to fade in the sitting at
mosphere of darkened parlers, listening
"a. the complaints Of qusrulous old age?
Every pulse Of heart rebelled. How
could her mother have thus sold her2--
How could Mark Ware so funmagnani-
ususly have accepted the compulsory
sacrifcci Why not have shown her the
world, and let her choose for hsrselfi--
Oh. anywhere, anywhere, fron such .
homel 4yssi IS ,.4..a,,4st r.
There was no lack of Invitations abroad
for Mary had flashed across the fashioua.
BILE horizon like. some bright comet,
eclipsing all the reigni.g beauties. No
ball, no party, no dinner, was thought to
be . success without her. Night after
night found her enroute to some gay as
semblage. To her own astouishment and
her foolish mothers great delight, her
husband never remoHstratsd--ont the con.
trary, she often found upon her dressing
table some choice little ornament which
be had provided for the occasion; and
Mary, as she fastened it in her hair or
bosom, would say bitterly, he is anxious
that ], like the other appendsgss Of his
establishment. should reflect credit on his
faultless tsstel' ig.s. ~, 80 t..,.s,
Mistaken Mary. +. -se
Time passed en-, Mark Ware was
patient, as he promised himself to be.
Ills evenings were not 80 lonely now. for
his babe kept him company, the rsprieved
nurse vas emily too glad to escape to hel
pink ribbons and ohat with John q
the back gate It was . pretty sight
Mark and the babe. Old sge and in.
fantry are always . touching sight togeth.
er. Not smile or cloud passed over
that little face that did not wake up all
the father In Mark Wares heart; and he
paced the room with 1t, or lulled it to
sleep on it's breast, talking to it ~ il II
could understand the strong. deep love
Of which it was the unconscious sub,
ject, h,.s IS. & Ftysi =.
II am weary Of oil this" said Mark,
young wife. O. she stepped into her car.
riags, at the close Of brilliant ball. -
II am weary Of seeing the came faces, and
bearing the same nonsense night after
night. wonder II shall ever love any.
thing or anybody Mamns is proud Of
me because ] am beautiful aud rich, but
she does not love me. Mark is proud
OF me"--snd Mary's lip curlsd scorn.
fully, ''I.ifs Il 10 weary, and ] am
only slghtesal" aud Mary sighed hesy.
ily, f,ss 6,ss
On whirled the carriage through the do.
ssrsrted streets, deserted--save by some
iavsterate pleasure seeker like herself
from whom pleasure forever ices. %.
easionally = lamp twinkled, from some
upper window, who're . half starved seam.
strsas sst stitching her life away, or a
heart broken mother bent over the dead
form OF . babe. which her mothsr's
heart could III spare, although shs knew
not where . and, bread for, the remain.
Ing hahsl Who wspt beside her. Now
and then . woman. lost 10 ell that makss
woman loysly. dountsd In the aieksrins
street lamps while her moekiag laugh
rang out On the night lair, Mary shaa.
dered and drew back--thers was that Ia
its hollowness which might make even
dsvils tremble. Over head the sentinel
stars kept their tirelsss watch, and Mary's
heart grew soft nnder their gentle inau.
encc, and tears stole from beneath her
In shan and law ika noa rls unnn hnn ~