Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-05-08
Blue Eyes Behind a Veil.
BY LUCY A. RANDALL.

r.-Edgg was Tate at breakfast-that
was not an unusual occurrence-and he
was little disposed to be cross-which
was likewise nothing new So he retired
behind his newspaper, and devoured his
eggs and toast without vouchsafng any
reply, save unsocial monosyllables, to
the gentle remarks of the fresh looking
little baby opposite-to wit: Mrs. Edge.
But she was gathering together her
forces for the grand final onslaught, and
when at length Mr.. Edge had got down
to the last paragraph, and laid aside the
reading sheet it came.
"Dear, didn't you say you were going
to leave me hundred dollars for my
furs today" .....
''What furs?' (Rather shortly it was
spoken.)
"Those new sables, dear; my old af-
fairs are getting shockingly shabby, and
l really think"
"Oh, pshaw! what's the use of being
so extravagant? 1 haven't any money
just now to lay out in useless follies.-
The old furs are good enough for any
sensible woman to wear.
Mrs Edge, good, meek little soul that
she was, relapsed into obedient silence
she only sighed soft, inward sigh, and
presently began on a new tack.
Henry, will you go with me to my
aunt's tonight
Cant you 90 alone?"
"Alne? How would it look?" Mrs.
Edges temper-for she had one, though
lit didn't very often parade itself-was
fairly reused "You are so neglectful OF
those little attentions you used to pay
me once-you never walk with me. nor
notice my dress, as you did once"
"Well, fellow cant be forever wait
ing upon the women, can he?" growled
Mr.. Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Miss
Waters last night, when you never
thought to ask me if I wanted any thing
though you knew perfectly we'll that |
had headache. [ don't believe you
care SO much for me as you used to do
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely
pretty, with tears in her blue eyes and i
quiver on the round rosy lips
"Pshaw!" said the husband, peevishly
"Now don't be silly, Maria!'
"And in the stage, yesterday, you
never asked me if l was warm enough
or put my shawl around me, while Mr.
Brown was so afectionate to his wife,
1t was notifying enough, Henry-it
was indeed!'
Il didn't know women acere such
fools,'' said Mr.. Edge, sternly, as he
drew on his overcoat to escape the tenn,
pest which he saw rapidly impending
Am | the sort Of man to make ninny
of myself doing the polite to any female
creature? Did you ever know me to be
conscious whether woman had a shaw
on or swallow tailed coat?'
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind 8
little pocket handkerchief, and Henry
the savage, banged the door loud
enough to give Betty in the kitchen, q
nervous start.
Raining again! 1 do believe we are
going to have a second edition of the
Deluge," " said Mr.. Edge to himself thai
evening as he ensconsed his six feet O.
iniquity in the southwest corner of cal
at the City Hall. $50 ahead, conduc
tor, can't you? What are you waiting
for? Don't you see we're full, and it'
dark already?"
"In one minute sir" said the conduc
tor, as he helped little woman with i
basket on board, "Now, sir, move up
bit if you please" "
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comforta
BILE, didn't want to move up, but tn
light of tie lamp, just ignited, fallin'
full on the pearly forhead and shinin!
golden hair of the new conner, he atere
his mind and he did move up.
-Ss@&Gs