The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1860-06-26
From PeierSon's Magazine
THE WAY To KEEP HIM.
DY MARY L. CLARK.


and donned his great coat.
: "Yes, | have an engagement with Moore
\ shall be in eaily, have "A light in the library
I Good night" and with careless nod, vii
liam Hayes left the room.
p "Always the way murn ured Lizzie
HAYES, sinking back on the sofa, "out every
. night don't believe he cares one bit about
, me, no, and yet we've been hurried only two
years. No man can have more orderly
house. | am sure | never 90 anywhere;
! am not a bit extravagant, and yet don't be-
lieve he loves me any more. Oh. dear, why
is it? | wasn't rich he didn't marry Cor
money, ard he must have loved me then
why does he treat me with so much neglect ~
and with her mind filled with such fretful
queries, Lizzie Hayes fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay there.
She was blonde, with small, graceful fig.
ure, and a pretty face. The hair, which
showed by its rich waves its natural tendency
to curl, was brushed smoothly back, and gath
cred into rich knot at the back; it was such
bother to curl it she said; her check was
pale, and the whole face worse dseontent
ed expression. Her dress was neat chiutz
wrapper, but she wore neither collar nor
sleeves "Wbat's the use of dressing up just
for William.,'
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced at ia"
clock, and sighed drearly at the prospect Of
long interval still to be spent before 3cd
time.
The library was Just over The room in which
she sat, and down the furnace flue, through
the registers a voice came to the young wte'S
ears; it was her husbands.
"Wcll, Moore. what's a man to do? | was
disappointed, ard must have pleasure some
where. Who could have fauciel that Lizzie
Jarvis, 50 pretty, sprigAty, and loving, cod
change to the frctful dowdy she is now p
Who wauts To stay at home 10 hear lis wifi,
whining all the evening about her trouble
some servants, and her headache, and all sorts
o. bother. She's got the kuack Of that drawl
ING whine SO pat, that pom my life, don't
believe she can speas pleasantly"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this true?
She looked in the glass If not exactly dow
dy her costume was certainly not suitable io1
an evening, even if it were an evening ut
home, with only William to admire. She
rose. and softly went to her room with bitter.
sonowful thoughts, aud firm resolution to
win back her husbands heat, and then, his
love regained, to keep it.
The next morning William came into the
breakfast room with his usual careless man
ner, but bright smile came on his lip as ha
saw Lizzie. a pretty chintz, with neat,
white collar and sleeves of snowy muslin,
and wealth of soft full curIs had really met
amophosed her; while the blush her hus .
bands admiring glance called up to her cheek
did not detract from ler beauty. At first
William thought there must be II guest but
glancing around he found they were alone.
"Come, William, you coffee will be stone
cold" said Lizzie, in CHEEKY, pleasant voice.
at must cool til YOU swectcn my breakfast
with a kiss" said her husband, crossing the
room to her side; and Lizze's heart bounded .
as she recognized the old lovers tones and
manners.
Not one fretfu speech, not one complaint
fell upon Williom's ear through. the mcal.-
The newspaper, his usual soace at that hour,
lay untouched, as LIZZIE chatted gayly on
every pleasant subject she could think of,
warming by his gratfed interest aud cordial
manner.
"You will be home to dinner:" she said as
he went out.
"Can't to-day, Lizzie, have business out
OF town, but III be home early to tea. Have
something substantial, for don't expect to
dine. Good bye" and the smiling look, warm
kiss, and lively whistle were marked con.
trast to his ounging, careless gait the pre-.
vious evening
81 am in the right PATH said Il zie, in Il
low whisper. Oh! what fool have been
for two years "A fretfil dowdyr William,
you shall never say that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with real wifrly
devotion, and her lip would .quivcr as she
thought of his confidence to his friend Moore;
but like brave little man che stiil,d back
the bitter feeling aud tripped IF to perfect
her plans. The grand piano silent for months,
was opened, and the linen cov"rs taken from
the furniture, Lizzio thinking. "ho shan't
find any parlors more attractive than his own,
/ ain determined
Tea time came, aud William cane with it.
A little figure, in n tasty, bright silk dress,
smooth curls, and oh. such a lovely blush
and smile, stood ready to welcome William IS
lie came in. and tea time passed AS the morn
ing meal had done.
AlttT Tea tUefe was no movement, as llSll u,
tc wards the hat rack William stood UP bo
side the table, lingering, chatting, till Liz.
zie also rose. She bad led him to the light.
warm parlors in their pretty glow of tasteful
and drew him down beside her
on the sofa. He felt as if he was couring
over again, as he watched her fingers busy
with some fancy needle work, and listened TO
the cheerful voice he had loved so dearly two
years before.
"What are YOU making, Lizziei'
"a pair of slippers. Don't you remember
how much you admired the pair worked for
you, oh! ever so long agol"
II remember; black velvet with flowers on
them. used to put my feet 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,
Lizzie's face saddeued for n moment rs she
thought Of the last two years. and how little
music she had made for this loving heat,
gradually weaving it from its allegiance; then
she said
al wonder If you love music as much as
you did thenl"