Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1860-06-08
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BY YT6Y A RANnAYY

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BY LUCY A. RANDALL.
Mr.. Edge was late at break that
was not "a unaSuit Occurrences and hel
was.a little disposed to be cross= Which
was likewise nothing new, 90 hsrstirsd
behind his newspaper and devoured his |
eggs and toast without vouchsafng any
reply save unsocisl nonosyllables to
the gentle remarks Of the fresh looking
little lady opposite-to wit: Mrs.Kdge.
But she was gathering together her
forces for the grand fnsl onslaught,
and when at length Mr.. Edge had got
down to the last paragraph, and laid
aside the reading sheet it came.
''Dca., didn't you say you were GO
ing to leave me hundred dollars for
my furs to-day p t,aa uar z. 5.ll,ss q,
"What furs?" Rather shortly it was
spoken 's' ss a'.. =
Those new sables, dear my old
affairs hsnr are tsg getting shocking shabby, and
ooh, pshaw what's the use Of being
80 extravagant ? haven't any money
just now to lay out in useless follies.
The old furs are good enough for any
sensible woman to wear"
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul
that she was, relapsed into obedieut
silence; she only sighed soft, inward
sigh, and presently began on a new
''Henry, will you 60 with me to my
aunt's sonight % - ass al4s-s
Cant you 60 alone 2" e .-a .s.
Alone How it would look !"
Mrs. Edges temper-for she had one,
though it didn't very often parade it.
self was fairly reused. "You are 50
neglectful Of those little attentions you
usea 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
Waiting upon the women, can he p
growled Mr.. Edge. szs @ II
"Yot could be polite enough to Miss
Waters last night, when you never
thong hS to ask me if I wanted any
thing, though you knew perfectly well
l had headache. don't believe you
care SO much for me as you used to do -
"And Mrs. Edge looked extremely
pretty with tears in her blue eyes and
a culver on the round rosy lips. r T
"PshaE y said the husband peevish-
~. "Now don't be silly, Maria ~ 'gz
'And in the stage, yesterday, you
never asked me if l was warm enough,
or pat my shawl around me while Mr..
Brown was SO afectionate>t to hss wife
was indeed -
81 didn't know women suere. such
FOOLS" said Mr.. Edge sternly, as he
drew on his overcoat to escape the tenn
pest which he saw rapidly impending.
SAN I the sort Of man to make MIN
ny Of myself, doing the polite to any
female creature? Did you ever know
me to be conscious whether q woman
had a shawl on CT q swallow tailed
coat ?"T G#Et ETFE =
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind
: little pocket handkerchief, and Hen.
ry, the savage, banged the door loud
enough to give Betty in the kitchen, q
nervous start. a1- % =
"Raining again! I do believe w
are going to have second edition Of
the Deluge," said Mr.. Edge to himself
that evening, as he ensconced his si1
feet Of iniquity in the southwest corner
of car at the City Hall. 5i.si "
eco ahead, conductor, can't you
What are you waiting for? Don't 20,
see we're full, and it's dark already p
Gin one minute, sir" said the con
ductcr, as he helped little woman will
a basket on board. CHOW sir, move
up a bitif you please. % 81 s-'-- .
MIR. Edge was exceedingly comfort,
able, didn't want to move up, but tn.
light ofsthe lamp, just ignited, falling
full on the pearly forehead and shining
golden hair Of the new conner, he al.
tered his mind and he did move up. 1.
"What lovely eyes !" quoth he men
tally. as he bestowed a single acknowl.
edglng smile. ssgaaI a5ao ~ .si1.a.s.g q.
s'Real violet blue ! the very color
admire most. Bless me what business
has an old married man like me think
ing about eyes? What would Maria
say, the jealous little mink !! There
she's drawn COMPOUNDED veil over her
face, and the light is as dim as tai
Jew dip +! But those were pretty eyes!''
The fair possessor of the blue eyes
shivered slightly and drew her mantllla
closer around her shoulders.
care you cold, Miss? Pray, honor
me by wearing my shawl. I don't need
it all myself" ..5-. IL.
She did not refuse - she murmured
some faint apology for troubling him,
but it was not a refusal.
"No trouble-not a bit!" said her
with alacrity, arranging it on the tape,
shoulders and then, as the young lady
handed her fare to the conductor he
said to himself. tswhat slender, love-
y little hand! If there's anything ad-
mire in a woman it's a pretty hand !!
Wonder what kind Of mouth she's
got! It must be delightful if it cor
responds with her hair and eyes
Plague take thai veil !''4 TqEn q
But plague" whoever that mystical
power may be, did not take possession
Of the provoking veil, 50 Mr.. Edges
curiosity about the mouth Of the blue
eyed damsel remained ungrati6ed.