Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1860-06-15
VOL. XLIII.
MORNING AND AFTERNOON.

the title OF garden, and felt the sunny spring
influence even there.
What lovely morning " said she TO her
self " this is the very time to Put my dahlias
into the ground, and take care of the roses
how fortunate to-day will be comparatively a
leisure time to mel Women don't often get
released from the domestic treadmill, and what
with spring sewing, company. and house clean
ing, l have been literally a slave for the last
three months. Once out in the open air, among
the flower roots, and l shall feel as though !
were entering new lifei''
Ignorant Mrs. Arden Had she lived to be
thirty years old, without knowing that mar
ried woman ought not even to breath without
first asking her husband if it is perfectly prop
er and convenient? Mr.. Arden had laid out
an entirely different programme for bis lady
wife in he came discontentedly eyeing the
new overcoat he had been buying.
Nelly can't you fix this coat somehow ?
There is something hitchy about the collar
you can tell where the trouble is, you're so
smart with your neodle.'
Mrs. Arden took it out of bis hands and
looked at it despairigly-there was full three
hours work about it,
And, Nelly-if you wouldn't mind altering
those shirt bosoms- they're all in a wrinkle
the pattern was bad one"
"You insisted on having them made accord
ing to that very pattern, entirely against my
advice
"Well, I know I did," said Mr.. Arden,
rather sheepishly " Martin said it was good
one, but Martin don't know everything"
AZ wish you had found that out before the
shirts were made" said Mrs. Arden, petulantly.
"I say" interposed her spouse, apparently
rather desirous of changing the subject, what
are we going to have for dinner:"
i don't know, I'm sure" was the vexed re-
ply. believe men are always thinking about
eating-no sooner is breakfast over, than din
ner begins to disturb theur'
Il wish you would make one of those pud-
dings lke-make it yourself, for Susan al
ways mangles it. We haven't had one for q
long time now"
There goes the day of leisure that was TO
have put my garden in such beautiful order, y
sighed Mrs Arden.
40, psbaw said her husband, conten1plat-
ing his whskers in the glass, what do you
care about garden work? A woman ought
to find her chief happiness in domestic duties.
/ don't approve of this everlasting fidgeting
! about flowers :"
Harry said his wife, you would be not
at all conteifed if your Office work was so end
less that you never get moment to smoke a
cigar or read book or newspaper !"
"N-no," replied Mr.. Arden, hes itatingly
"but then you are not a maii.
"No-I know I'm not said Mrs. Arden
quickly; " If 1 were, my wife should have a
| little thine to breathe occasionally
| Mr.. Arden went out shutting the door, with
some vehemence, behind him.
u never did see such a complaining set as
women are" was his internal reflection as he
walked rapidly down the street.
Two or three hours work soon disposed ol
the press of Office business awaiting him, ant
he threw himself back in chair to rest anG
look over his newspaper. But the balmy
| wind famed his forehead like narcotic incense
and the sensation of "dolce far niente' was in
exprcssibly delightful-the closely printed
columns became a mere confused blur, anG
the first Mr.. Arden knew, he was-not exact
ly asleep, perhaps, but certainly not very wild
awake!
Something carried him back to the tint
when Nelly had been bride-fresh ant
blooming as a rose How well he remember
ed the blue light of her eyes and the satil
brightness of her complexion. She haC
grown wan and weary-looking since thos
days Was it possible that he had been lack
ing in care and tenderness? 1t was rather al
uneasy twinge of conscience, for he did low,
her, rattle-bran and thoughtless though b
was
He thought of her, sitting alone throug
the glorious April day, bending over tn
work be had assigned to her until the pallo
deepened on her cheek and the eyes grew din
and lustreless-he remembered the many
many days she had spent in the same wearie'
occupation. No wonder that little garde
was sunny spot to her-no wonder that sh
loved the flowers whose freshness seemed +
revive her whole nature.
A man may be very cruel to a woma
without either beating her or denying her tn
necessities of lifel
Suppose she should drift away from him
like delicate leaf upon a swift rushing
stream He shuddered at the idea. Sh
was not strong-the time might come when
narrow grave and white headstone would b
all that remained of his little wife. And the
should he not remember all these things?
He started up from the troubled net-wor
of fancy that had woven itself into a vagu
dream the sunshine lay brightly on the foo
and the fingers of the Office clock pointed t
the hour at which he usually went home t
dinner.
, The pudding was made-the coat in prim
order-the unsatisfactory shirts ripped apar
and Nelly, though pale and tired-looEin!
came to the door with a smile, to greet ht
husband.
"Why, Harry, what on earth have you q
there ?" she exclaimed as Mr.. Arden came u
\ the steps, staggering under the weight of tw
: or three blossoming geraniums and verben'
8 which he had brought from down town wit
: incredible difficulty.
Thought you'd like some flowers for 20,
garden, my DEAR" exclaimed he and Mel
straightway gave him a good old-fashoned
kiss that amply suf1iced for porterage fees
s "And now," said he, after dinner, " the
isn't much to do at the Office to-day-suppo
10 you and devote the afternoon to garden-wor
= We can make the little place as neat as
pink ?"
q "Oh, Harry, that would be delightful - e
& claimed she, with Frightening eyes; but tho
% shirts"
o 40, hand the shirts! let 'em wait wa
IF to see your cheeks little redder, my love! /"
m Mrs. Arden wondered in her secret hea
,r what had wrought this agreeable changes
e. didn't know anything about her husband
a dream
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