The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1860-08-01

Euges temper-ior she nau one, lhOuSh "
didn't very often parade itself-was fairly
reused. /" You are so negecuul Of those
little attentions you used TO pay me, you
never walk with me nor pick up my hand
kerchief, nor notice my dress, as you once
did"
"Well, fellow can't be forever waiting
upon the women, can he" growled Mr.
Edge.
!" You could be polite enough to Miss Wa
ters last night, when you never thought to
ask me II i wanted any thing, though you knew
perfectly well had headache. don't be-
lieve you care SO much for me as you used
to do"
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty,
with tears in her blue eyes and quiyer on
the round rosy lips.
Pshaw! y said the husband peeyishly.
" Now don't be silly. Maria! -
"And in the stage, yesterday, you never
asked me il was warm enough or put my
shawl around me, while MIR. Brown was so
afftctionate to his wife 1t was mortifying
enough, Henry--it was indeed !"
!" didn't know women were such FOOLS"
said Mr.. Edge sternly. as he drew on his
oyerc0at to escape the tempest which he saw
rapidly impending Am the sort Of man
to make a ninny Of myself. doing the polite
to any female creature; Did you ever know
me to be conscious whether woman had a
shawl on or a swallow. tailed coat"
Maria eclpsed the blue eyes behind lit
tie pocket handkerchief, and Henry, the saw
age, banged the door loud enough TO give Bet
tie in the kitchen nervous start.
Raining again! do believe we are go.
ing to have second edition of the Deluge,"
said Mr.. Edge to himself that evening as he
lesconced his six feet of iniquty in The south
west corner OF a car at the City Hall. Go
ahead, conductor, can't YOU: What are you
waiting for? Don't you see we're full, and
its dark already"
." In one minute, SIR" said the conductor
as he helped little woman with basket on
board. q Now, sir, move up bit il you
please
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable,
didn't want to move up. but the light Of the
lamp. Just ignited. falling full on the pearly
forehead and shining golden hair Of the new
conner, he altered his mind aud did move
up.
+" What lovely eyes," quoth he mentally,
as he bestowed single acknowledging smile.
Real violent blue the very color | ad-
mire most. Bless me what business has an
old married man like me thinking about
ewes: What would Maria say, the jealous
/ little mink: There, she's drawn a con-
founded veil over her face, and the light is
as dim as taIlow dip. But those we're
pretty eyes"
! The fair possessor Of the blue eyes shiyer-
| ed slightly and drew her mantilla closer
around her shoulders.
/ Are you cold, Miss: Pfay honor me by
wearing my shawl. ! don't need ii at all my
self"
/ She did not reiuse-shc murmured some
j faint apology for troubling him, but i: was
not a refusal.
"No ;roubie-not bit !" said he with
alacrity, arranging II on the taper shoulders; !;
and then. as the young lady handed her fare
| to the conductor, he said TO himself, "what
slender, lovely little hand Wonder what
! kind Of mouth she's got II must be DE.
/ lghtful il il corresponds with her hair and
eyes. Plague take that ,eil."
But" Plague" whoever that mystical pow
er may be, did not take possession OF the
provoking veil, 50 Mr. Edges curiosity a.
bnut Tie mouth Of the blue-eyed damsel re.
NAMED ungratified.
/ Have sou room enough. Miss: fear
YOU are CROW ded. Pray sit little closer TO
me-"
/ Thank you, SIR was the soft reply.
coming from behind the veil, as Mr.. Edge
Irapturously reflected" Like an angel from
/ the gloom Of dark cloud" And his heart
gave a loud thump as the pretty shoulder
touched his own shaggy o,ereoat in nest
ling sort Of way.
Decidedly this is getting rather roman
TIC" thought he; and then with an audible
whisper. &" What would Maria ssy 7"
"1he rest ut that long, dark, rainy ride
was delicious with that shoulder against his
nwn. How calamity he jumped up to pull
the strap iar her-by snme iaenring freak Of
fortune il happened to be at the very street
where he intended to stop. Aud under all
the circumstances We can hardly blame him.
when the car stepped so suddenly that she
caught instincily at his hand for support, Tor
the squeeze he gave the plump. snowy palm
ANY man in his senses would have done the
sanIc--it was such an inviting little lilly!
Out into the rain and darkness our two
pilgrims sailed, scarcely more than able To-
steer their course BY the glimmerIng fefiec.
tien oi the street lamps on the streaming
pavements.
Allow me 10 carry your basket. Miss,
a. long as uur paths lie in the same dIrcc'
ton" said Mr.. Edge rourteously, relieving
her Of her burihcn as he spoke. And--
and NAV be yUu'd find less difficulty in walk.
ing II you'd Just take nv arm =
Neil wasn't il tlslivhtlul. Mr Edge for.
got the wet streets and the pitchy darkness
--he thought he was walking on roses. On.
". as he approached his own door. he began
IL feel d little nervous, aud wish that the
lovely incUgnitu would holdn't on quite so
tight. suppose Maria should be a, the win.
dow on The luuk out Tor him, as she often
was. how would she interpret matters. lie
conldn.t make her brliesc that he onls want.
Ell to be- pclitr 10 q lair traveller. D side. his