The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1858-01-13

this is questioning too closely.
/ 81 will be back in a moment she said
and, passing from the room, she went lightly
up the stairs.
Both tone and manner betrayed her secret,
or, rather, the possession of a secret with
which her husband was to be surprised.
Scarcely had her loving face faded from be-
fore his eyes, when thought returned, with a
single bound, to an unpleasant event of the
day; and the waters Of his spirit were again
troubled. lie had actually arisen and crossed
the floor once or twice, moved by restless
concern, when his wife came back with the
dressing gown and slippers. She was trying
to force her countenance into great express
sion, to hold back the smiles that were con-
tinually striving to break in truant circles
around her lips, when single glance at her
husbands face told her that the spirit driven
away by the exorcism of her love, had re-
turned again to his bosom. lie looked at
her s0berly as she came forward.
"What are these 7" he asked, almost cold
", repressing surprise, and affecting an ig-
norance that he did not feel in regard to the
beautiful present she held in her hands.
They are for you, dear" was the reply.
" made them."
!" For me" he exclaimed. "Nonsense !!
What do | want with such jimcrackery :
This is woman's wear. DO you think
would disfgure my feet with embroidered
slippers, or dress up in that gown? Put
them away, dear, your husband is too much
Of man to robe himself in gay colors, like
clown or an actor" And he waived his
hands with an air Of contempt.
There was a cold, sneering manner about
him, partly affected and partly rcal-the re-
suit of his uncomfortable state of mind.
Yet he loved his sweet wife, and would not,
of set purpose, have wounded her for the
world.
This unexpected repulse--this cruel re-
ception of her present, over which she had
wrought patiently, in golden hope, for many
days-this dashing to the earth Of her brim-
full cup of joy, just as it touched her lips,
was more than the fond young wife could
bear. To hide the tears that came rushing
to her eyes, she turned away from her hus-
band and, to conceal the sobs she had no
power to repress, she went almost hurriedly
from the room, and, going back to the cham
Der, from whence she had brought the pre-
sent, she laid il away out of sight in closet.
Then covering her face with her hands, she
sat down, and stroye with herself TO be calm.
But the shadow was too jeep-the heartache
too heavy.
Ina little while her husband followed her,
and discovering, something to his surprise,
that she was weeping, said, in slightly re
proving voice, Why, bless me, not in tears .
What silly little puss you are Why
didn't you tell me you thought Of making
dressing gown and a pair Of slippers, and
would have vetoed the matter at once You
couldn't pursuade me to wear such Haunting
things. Come back to the parlor," nc said,
taking hold Of her arm, and sing and play
upon the piano. The Dream Waltz or
I The Tremolo,' Dearest May or The
Silly Night are worth more TO me than
forty dressing gowns, or cargo Of embroi-
dered slippers"
Almost by force he led her back 10 The
parlor, and placed her on the music stool.
He selected layorite piece and laid il be-
fore her. But tears were in her eyes, and
she could not see note. Over the keys her
fingers passed in skillful touches but when
she tried TO take up the song, utterance fail
ed, and sobs broke forth instead Of words.
How foolish !" said the husband, in a
vcxed tone. " am surprised at you." And
he turned from the piano and walked across
the room.
a little while the sad young wife re-
mained where she was left thus alone, and in
partial anger. Then rising, she went slowly
from the room-her husband not seeking 20
restrain her, and going back TO the chamber,
sat down in darkness.
The shadow which had been cast upon her
spirit was very deep; and though the hidden
sun came out again right early, il was . long
time before his beams had power 10 scatter
the clouds that ioated in loves horizon.
The shadows were cast Father, husband,
wife, sister, brother, son, nciehbor--are pi-
ming for the sunlight Of our faces We
have given you two pictures OF liic's true
pictures, not as mirror, but as a kaleidO-
scope. In all their infinitely varied rcla.
tions, men and women. seliishly Of thought
lessly-lrom design, weakness, or ignorance
are casting their shadows upon hearts that
are pining for sunlight. A word, look, a
tone, an act will cast shadow, and saddpn
spirit for hours and days. Speak kindly,
act kindly, be fOrgettcrs Of self, and regard
ers OF others, aud you will cast but few
shadows along the pathway Of life. The
true gentleman is always tender ut the feel
ings Of others--alWays watChful lest he
would unintentionalIy- -alway shrinking Nhcn
with others, Of their pleasure instead Of hi.
own. lie casts but few shadows. Be gen
tlemcn--ladies, or--in word that includes
all gracrs and cxcollcnccis--b Christians
for Il is the Christian that casts fewest shad.
Ows Of all.
A lazy boy makes a lazy man, as sure as a
crooked tSig makes crooked tree. Who
ever saw boy grow up IN idlcness that did
not make shiftless yagabond when he be.
came a man, unless he had fortune left him
to keep up Appearances The great mass
Of thieves, and paupcrs, and criminals that