New Orleans daily crescent., 1860-08-27
MORNING AND AFTERNOON,

ii was the freshest Of Apr mornings, Win . Solt
wind that had riiled all manner OF sweet scents
from dilnped hollows, purplea over with young
violets and solitary broo.sides frfnged with white
anemone stars and waited them into the city
streets to revive many a weary dweller among
paving stones. Mrs, Arden standing at her win
dow, looked down at the few feet OF earth that
city people dignity by the title OF garden and
fell the sunny spring Influences even there
"What lovely morning., she said to herself
'this is the very time to put my dahlias into the
ground and take care Of the roses; how fortunate
that to-day will be comparatively leisure time to
me, Women don't often get released from the do
mestic treadnll and what with spring sewing,
company and house cleaning, ] have been literally
slave for the last three months. Once out in the
open air. among the ilowerro0ts, and | shall feel
Ignorant Mrs. Arden. Had she lived to be so
years old, without knowing that a married woman
ought not 10 breathe, without first asking her hus-
band if it's perfectly proper and convcnient3 Mr..
Arden lnd laid an entirely different programme
for his lady wife: in he came discontautedly eye
ing nep oyerGuut he had been buying.
Nelly, can't you fix this coatsomehow: There
il something hiteby about the colar-you can tell
where the trouble is, you're 50 smart with your
noadle!f
Mrs. Arden took it out Of his hands and looked
at it dispairingly-t was full three hours work
about it.
" And, Ncy-if you wouldn't mind altering
these shirt bosoms-they;re all in wrinklc-the
pattern was d bad one"
"You insisted on having them made according
| to that pattern entirely against my advice"
"Wei know did replied Hr, Arden rather
Isheepishly, q Martin said il was a good one, but
Martin doi't know evcrything.n
~ wish You had found that out before the shirts
| were made said Mrs. Arden, petulamtly.
~ say tintcrposed her spouse, apparently rather
! desrous of changing .the subject :. what are you
| going to have for dinner?"
'i ] don't know I'm sure, was the yexed reply.
no sooner is breakfast over than ulnner begins to
/ disturb them"
g wish you would make one Of those puddings
| | like-make it yourself, for Susan always mangles
/ it, We haven't had one for a long time nowH
! "Therc goes the day Of leisure that was to have
put my garden in such beautiful order, ;" sighed
| Mrs Arden.
| 90 Dslaw " said her husband contemplating
his vRfskers in the glass '.ghat do you care about
| rardeu-wori! A woman ought to find her chief
| happiness in domestic duties. | don't approve of
this everlasting fdgetineSabout flowers"
" Harry" said his wife 60 you would not be at
all contGnted if your office work was SO endless
that YOU never got 4 moments time to smoke a
cigar or read book OF newspaper" I"
"N-no,' replied Mr.. Arden, hesitatingly, " but
then you are not man.
if were, nv wife should have a little leisure tC
breathe occasionally.n
Mr. Arden went out, shutting the door with somC
yehemence behind him.
Il never did see such a complaining set a
women are,' was his internal reflection as HI
walked rapidly down the street.
of the press of Office business awaiting him, and hi
threw himself back in chair to rest and look owe
his newspaper. But the balmy wind famed hi
forehead like narcotic incense, and the sensation
of udoce far niente' was inexpressibly delightful
the closely printed columns became a mere con
fused blur and the first Mr.. Arden knew, he was
not exactly asleep perhaps but certainly not YER
wide awake
Something carried him back to the time wbe
Nelly had been a brde-fresh aud blooming
rose How well he remembered the blue light q