The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1860-05-23
THE WAY TO KEEP HIM.
BY MARY L. CLARK.

COT again tonight? 2" said Mrs Hayes
fretfully, as her husband rose from the
tea-table, and douned his great coat.
Yes, | have an engagement with
Moore: ] shall be in early; leave light
in the library"
Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon sofa, "out
every night. l don't believe he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've been
married only two years. No man can
have n more orderly house, l am sure !;
and l never 60 anywhere, am not bit
extravagant, and yet don't believe he
loves me any more. Oh dear, why is it
| wasn't rich, he didn't marry me for
money, and 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 foil
asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small
graceful figure, and pretty face. The
hair, which showed by its rich waves, its
natural tendency to curl, was brushed
smoothly back, and gathered into rich
knot behind; at was q such a bother to
curl it," she said; her cheek was pale, and
her whole face wore discontented express
sion. Her dress was neat chintz wrap
per but had neither collar nor sleeves =
" What's the use of dressing lust for
Wiliam?'
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up and
glanced at the clock, and sighed dreariy,
at the prospect of the long interval still
TO be spent alone before bed time.
The library was just above the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace hue
through the registers, voice came to the
young wife's ears, it was her husbands.
"Well, Moore, whats man to 60? |
was disappointed, and l must have pleas
ure somewhere. Who would have thought
that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly,
and loving, would change to the fretful
dowdy she now isl Who wants to stay
at home and hear his wife whining all the
evening about her troublesome servants,
and her headache and all sorts of bothers.
She's got the knack of that drawlinc
whine so, that don't believe she can
speak pleasantly.
Lizzie sat as if stunned Was this
true? She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was not suit
abe for an evening, even if it were
an evening Mt home with only Will
liam to admire. She rose and softly went
to her own room, with bitter, sorrowful
thoughts, and firm resolution TO win
back her husbands heart first, then, his
love regained, keepa.
The next morning William went into
the breakfast room with his usual careless
manner, but bright smile came on his
lip as he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz,
with neat collar and sleeves Of snowy
muslin, and wealth of soft, full curls,
had really metamorphosed her; while
the blush her husbands admiring glance
called up to her check, did not detract from
her beauty. At first William thought
there must be guest, but glancing around
he found they were alone.
" Come, William, your breakfast will
be stone cold," said Lizzie, in CHEEKY,
pleasant voice.
" 1t must cool, till you sweeten il with
a kiss" said her husband, crossing the
room to her side; and Lizzie's heart bound
ed, as she recognized the old lovers tones
and manner.
Not one fretful speech, not ono COM
plant, fell upon Williams ear through
the meal. The newspaper, his usual SOL
ace at that hour, lay untouched, as Lizzie
chatted gaily on every pleasant subject
she could think Of, warming by his graft