Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-09-26

THE WAY TO KEEP HIM.
BY MARY f.. CLARKE.

"Out again tonight p said Mrs. Hayes,
iretfully, as her husband rose from the tea
table, and donned his great coat.
Yes, | have al engagement With Moore;
shall be in early have a light in the Ii
brary. Good night" and, with a careless
nod, William Hayes left the room.
Always the way" murmured Mizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon a sofa, "out every
night. / dom believe he cares one bit about
inc, now and yet we've been married only
two years. No man can have more orderly
house, | am sure and | never so anywhere.
! am not a bit extravagant, and yet | don't
believe he loves me any more. Oh dear,
why is il? | wasn't rich he didn't marry
inc for money, and he must have loved me
thon-why does he treat me with so much
neglect p and with her mind filed with such
frotful queries, Lizzie Hayes fell asleep upon
the sofa.
Let the paint her picture as she lay there.
She was a blonde, with q small, graceful fig
urc, and n very pretty face. The hair, which
showed by us. rich waves its natural tendency
to curl, was brushed smoothly back, and
gathered into Il rich knot at the back; "it
was such a bother to curl it." sho said heI
cheek was pale, and the whole face wore q
DISCONTINUED expression. Her dress was q
neat chintz wrapper, but she wore neither
collar nor sleeves whats the use of dress
ing up just for Wllliam?"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the pros
pect Of the long interval still to be spent alone
before bed time.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace fue,
NA.,..I 4Ln ~.-.Nx.. -
young wife's ears II was her husbands.
well, Moore, what's n man to do +? l
was disap pointed, and | must have pleasure
somewhere, Who would have fancied that
Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly, and low
lug, could change to the frctful dowdy She ia
now Who wants to stay at home to 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 d~rawling whine so pat, that, pom nv
life, | don't believe she can speak pleasantly
Lizzie sat as If stunned. Was this true
She looked in the glass. If not exactly dow
dy, her costume was certainly not suitabl
for an evening, even il il were an evening o
home, with only William 10 admire. Sh
rose, and softly went to her room with bite,
sorrowiul thoughts, and a firm resolution
win back her husbands heart, and, then, h
love regained, to Keep it.
The next morning, William came into Il
breakfast-room, with bis usual careless maj
ner, but u bright smile cam on his lip as |
saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz, with neat coll
and sleeves Of snowy muslin, and a wealth
soft, foil curls, bad really meatamorpos
her; while the blush her husbands admiri
glanco called up to her check, did not detr,
from her beauty. At first, William ihoue
there must be a guest but g~lancing srou
he found they were alone.
Come, William, your coffee will be ste
cod" said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY, pleasi
voice.
at must cool till you sweeten my bre
fast with a kiss" said her husband, crossi
the room to her side and Lizzie's he
bounded, az she recognized the old love
tone and manners
Not one fretful speech, not one complai
fell upon Williams ear through the meal
The newspaper, his usual solace at that ho
lay untouched, as Lizzie chatted gayly
every pleasant subject she could think
warming by his g%ratiied interest and cor,
manner.
"You will be home to dinner p she s.
as he vent out
Can't to-day, Lizzie l have business
OF town, but I'll be home early to tea. II
something substantial. for / don't expec
dine. Good bye" and the smiling look, w
kiss, and lively whistle, we're a marked
trast to his lounging, careless gait, the
vious evening.
81 am in the right path" said Lizzie,
low whisper. "Ohl what a fool / have
for two yearsl A 1retful dowdyr Win
you shall never say that again.
Lizzie loved her husband with real W