The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1860-07-06
Blue Eyes Behind a Veil.
BY LUCY A. RANDALL.

Mr.. Edge was late at breakfast-that
was not an unusual occurence-and he
was little disposed to be cross-which
was likewise nothing new-so he retired
behind his newspaper and devoured his
eggs and toast without vouchsafng any
reply save unsocial monOsyllables 70 the
gentle remarks Of the fresh-looking little
lady opposite, to wit: Mrs. Edge. But she
was gathering together her forces for the
grand final onslaught, and when at length
Mr.. Edge had got down TO the last para
graph and laid aside the reading sheet, il
came.
"Dear, didn't you say you were going
to leave me hundred dollars for my furs
to-dayi"
"whOt fursl" (ROther shortly it was
spoken.)
"Those new sables, dear, my old affairs
are getting shockingly shabby, and re-
ally think"
"Oh, pshawl what's the use of being so
extravaganza / hav'nt any money Just
now to lay out in useless follies. The old
furs are good enough for any sensible wo-
man TO wear"
Mrs. Edge-good, meek little soul that
she was-relapsed into obedient silence,
she only sigh soft, inward sighed, and
presently began on new track.
"Henry, will you 60 with me to my
Ount's tonight"
"Can't you go alone!"
"Alonel How would il lookl" Mrs.
Edges temper--for she had one, though
il didn't very often parade itsell-wns
lE.s-1.. gfNa., a
of those little attentions you used to pay
me--yOu never walk with me, nor pick
up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress
as you once did"
"Well, fellow can't be forever watt
ing upon the women, can he" growled
Mr.. Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Miss
Walter last night,whon you never thought
to ask me il wanted anything, though
you knew perfectly well thOt had head
ache. don't believe you care so much
for me as you used 10 dogn
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pret-
ty, with tears in her blue eyes and quiv-
er on the round rosy lips.
"Pshaw!" said the husband, peevish-
| ly. "Now don't be silly, Mariaw
"And in the stage, yesterday, you new
er asked me Il / was warm enough, or
put my shawl round me, while Mr.. Brown
was so affectionate to his wifel 1t was
mOrtifying enough, Henry-it was in
deed!"
al didn't know women were such fools,
said Mr.. Edge sternly, as he drew on his
overcoat TO escape the tempest which he
saw rapidly impending. "Am the sort
Of man to make a ninny Of myself, do
ing the polite to any female creature!-
Didy you ever know me to be conscious
whether a woman had a shawl on or a
swallow tailed coat!"
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind a
little pocket handkerchief, and Henry
the savage, banged the door loud enough
to give Betty in the kitchen a nervous
start.
"Raining again! l do believe we arc
going to have a second edition of the
Deluge, said Mr.. Edge to himself that
evening as he enscOnced his six feet oi
iniquity in the southwest corner Of caI
at the City Hall, "Go ahead, conductor
can't you. What are you waiting fori-
Don't you see we're full and its dark al
readyl"
ain one minute, sir, said tho condhc,
tor as he helped little woman with bas
ket on board. SNOW, sir, move up a BIZ
if you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable
didn't want TO move up, but the light o
the lamp, Just ignited, falling full on the
Ipearly forehead and shining golden hai
Of the new conner, he altered his minI
and did move up.
"What lovely eyesw quo;h he mental
ly ushe bestowed a single acknowledging
smile.
"Real violet blue! the very color ad
miTe most. Bless mel what business hal
an old married man like me thinking a
bout eyesl What would Maria say th,
jealous little minxl There, she's drawn
confounded veil over her face, and thu
! light is as dim as a tallow dip! But thos,
were pretty eyes!"
The fair pOssessor Of the blue ey es shiv
cred slightly and drew her mantilla clos
er around her shoulders,
"Are you cold, Missl Pray honor m,
by wearing my shawl. ] don't need il a
all myself"
"She did not Tefuse-she muFmure'
some faiRt apology for troubling him, bu
llt was not a refusal.
"No trouble-not bt!" said he Will
Slucrity, arranging il ON the taper shoul
der; and then, as the young lady hande'
her fare 20 the conductor, he said to him
self, 'what a slender, lovely little hand
II there's anything that l admire in a VIC
man Il Is a pretty hand! Wonder wha
kind of a mouth she's gOli Il must b.
delightful if il corresponds with her hai
and eyes. Plague take that veill"
Bot "plagueP whoever that mystica
power may be, did not take possession o
: the provoking veil, 50 Mr., Edges curios
ity about themouth Of the blue-eyed dam
sci remained nnmatihed.
rHave you Eoom enough, Missi / fea'
yon are crowded. Pray sit little close
"Thank yoh sir" ~as the soft reply
coming from behind the veil, as Mr.. Edg,
ra ptuTOuEly reAeoted-"lke an Enge