The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-05-23

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the blush her husbands admiring glanc,
called up to her cheek, did not detrac
from her beauty. At first William
thought there must be guest, but CLAN
cling around, he found they were alone.
Come, William, your coffee will b.
stone cold," said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY
pleasant voice.
1t must cool till you sweeten my
breakfast with kiss" said her husband
crossing the room to her side !; and Liz
zie's heart bounded, as she recognized
the old lovers tones and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one com.
plant fell upon William ear during the
meal. The newspaper, his usual solace
at that hour, lay untouched, as Lizzie
chatted gaily on every pleasant subject
she could think Of, warming by his graf.
flied interest and cordial manner.
"You will be home to dinner ?" she
said as he went out.
Can't to-day, Lizzie l have busi-
ness out of town but I'll be home early
to tea. Have something substantial, for
| don't expect to dine. Good-by," and
the smiling look, warm kiss and lively
whistle, were marked contrast to his
lounging, careless gait the previous eve-
ming.
Il am in the right path, ," said Liz
zie. in low whisper. ooh! what a
fretful dowdy! William, you shall
never say that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with a real
wifely devotion, and her lip would quiv-
er as she thought of his confidence to his
friend Moore but like a brave little
woman she s;ifled the bitter feeling, and
tripped off to perfect her plans. The
grand piano, silent for months, was open
ed, and the linen covers taken from the
furniture, Lizzie thinking +" He shan't
find any parlors more attractive than his
own, am determined"
lea time came, and w n,..--- .a.,e viii,
it. A little figure, in tasty, bright,
silk dress, smooth curls, and oh ! such
a lovely blush and smile, stood ready to
welcome William as he came in and
time passed as the mornings meal had
done.
After tea, there was no movement, as
usual, toward the hat-rack. William
stood up beside the table, lingering and
chatting till Lizzie also rose. She led
him to the light, warm parlors, in their
pretty glow of tasteful arrangement, and
drew him beside her on the sofa. He
felt AS if he was courting over again, as
he watched her fingers busy with some
fancy needlework, and listened to the
cheerful voice he had loved SO dearly
two years before.
What are you making, Lizzie ?"
A pair of slippers. Don't you re,
member how much you admired the pain
l worked for you, oh ever so long ago p
G. remember: black velvet, with
flowers on them. l used to put my fee,
on the fender, and dream of blue eyes
and bright curls. and wish time would
move faster to the day when | could
bring my bonnie wee wife home to make
music in my house.
Lzzie's face saddened for moment
rs she thought of the last two years, and
how little music she had made for this
loving heart, gradually weaving it from
its allegiance (; then she said,
81 wonder il you love music as much
as you did then 90
"Of course | do. | often drop in Al
Miss Smiths. for nothing else than tc
hear the music"
Il can play and sing better than Mis-,
Smith," said Lizzie, half pouting
+" But you always say you are out o
practice, when | ask you"
:" had the piano tuned this morning
Now. open it, and we will see how i
sounds"
William obeyed joyfully. and tossing
aside her sewing, Lizzie took the plan,
stool. She had very sweet voice, no
powerful. but most musical, and was
very fair performer on the piano.
+" Ballads, Lizzie 90
"Oh, yes, l know you dislike oper
music in parlor."
One song after another. with livel
instrumental pieces occasionally betvee
them, filled up another hoar pleasantly.
The mantle clock struck eleven
Eleven | thought il was about nint
| ought to apologize, Lizzie, as | used I
do. for staying SO long, and | can tru!
say. as | did then, that the time has pas
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