The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-09-26

and with her mind filled with such
fretful queries Lizzie Hays fell asleep
on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small
graceful figure 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 kuot at the back; her
cheeks were pale and the whole face
wore a discontinued expression. Her
dress was neat chintz wrapper, but
she wore neither collar nor sleeves
whats the use of dressing up, just
for William?"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours,
and then awoke suddenly. She sat
up, glanced at the clock, and sighed
drearily at the prospect of the. long in
terval to be spent alone before bed
time.
The library was just over the room
in which she sat, and down the furnace
Hue through the registers, a voice
came to the young wffe's ears it was
her husbands.
Well, Moore, what's man to do?
| was disappointed and / must have
pleasure somewhere. Who would
have fancied that Lizzie Jarvis, so
pretty, sprightly and loving, could
have changed to the fretful dowdy she
is nowY Who wants to stay at home
to hear his wife whining all the eve
ming about her troublesome servants
and her headache and all sorts of
bothers ? She got the knack of that
drawing whine SO bad, that 'pon my
life, don't believe she can speak
pleasantly"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this
true she looked into the glass.
If not dowdy, her costume was GER
tainly not fit for an evening, even if
it was an evening at home with none
but William to admire. She arose
and went softly 20 her own room with
bitter, sorrowfnl thoughts, and firm
resolution to win back her husbands
heart, and then, his love regained, to
keep it,
The next morning William came in
to the Breakfast room with his usual
careless manner, but a bright smile
came to his lips as he saw Lizzie. A
pretty chintz, with a pretty collar and
sleeve Of snowy muslin, and wreath
OF soft, full curls had really metamor-
phosed her while the blush her hus-
bands admiring glance called up to
her cheek did not detract from her
beauty. At first William thought
there must be a guest, but glancing
he found they were alone.
Come William, your coffee will
be stone cold," said Lizzie in CHEEKY
and pleasant voice.
" 1t must be cool till you sweeten
my breakfast with a kiss" said her
husband crossing the room to her
side; and Lizzie's heart bounded as
she recognized the old lovers tones
and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one com
plant fell upon Williams ear during
the meal. The newspaper, his usual
solace during that hour lay untouched,
as Lizzie chatted gaily upon every
pleasant subject she could think of
warming by hia gratifed interest and
cordial manner.
AYou will be home to dinner ?"
she said as he went out.
!" Can't to-day Lizzie, have bust
ness out oftown, but I'll be home early
to tea. Have something substantial,
as don't expect to dine. Good bye"
and the smiling look, warm kiss, and
lively whistle were a marked contrast
to his careless, lounging gait of the
previous evening.
" | am in the right path, /" said Liz
zie in whisper. 80 what fool [
have been for the last two years A
fretful dowdy Z William you shall
never say that again.
Lizzie loved her husband with
real wifely devotion, and her lip would
culver as she thought of her husbands
confidence to his friend Moore but
like brave little woman she stihed
back the bitter feeling, and stripped
off to perfect her plans. The grand
piano, silent for months was opened,
and the linen cover taken from the
furniture, Lizzie thinking" he shan't
find any parlors more attractive than
his own, [ am determined.
Tea time came, and William came
with it. A little figure in tasty,
bright silk dress, smooth curls, and
oh, such lovely blush smile, stood
ready to welcome William as he came
in, and tea time passed as the morn
ing meal had done.
After tea, there was no move as
usual, toward the hat rack. William
stood up beside the table linoerinO