Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1861-04-04
BLUE EYES BEHIND VEIL.
A STORY FOR MARRIED ONES.

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likewise nothing new. So he retired be-
hind his newspaper, and devoured his eggs
and toast without vouchsafng any reply,
save unsociable monosyllables, to the gen.
tie remarks of fresh looking little lady
opposite, to-wit, Mrs. Edge. But she was
gathering together her forces for the the
grand final onslaught, and when at last 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 a hundred dollars for my furs, to-
day?"
"What fursl" (Ratber shortly was it
spoken.)
"Those new sables, dear; my old ones
are getting shockingly shabby, and really
do think"
"Oh, pshaw what the use of being so
extravagant? havn'l 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 present
ly began new tack.
"Henry, will you gowith me to my aunts
to-night!"
"Can't you 60 alone?"
"Alone How would it look" Mrs.
Edges temper-for she had one, though it
didn't very often make parade of Itself
was fairly aroused. "You are so neglect
full of those little attentions you used to
pay me once-you never walk with me or
pick up my handkerchif, nor notice my dress
as you did once"
"Well, fellow can't be forever waiting
upon the women, can he!', growled MIR.
Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Miss
Waters last night, when you never thought
to ask me if wanted anything, though
you knew perfectly well that had head
ache. l don't believe you care as much for
me as you used to do!'
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty
with tears in her blue eyes, and quiver on
her round, rosy lips.
"Pshaw!" said her husband peevishly.-
"Now, don't be silly Maria!''
Sand in the stage yesterday, you never
asked me if 1 was warm enough, or put
my shawl raround ME, while Mr. Brown
was so affectionate to his wife. 1t was
mortifying enough, Henry-it was indeed"
81 did not know that women were such
FOOLS" said Mr.. Edge sternly, as he drew
on his overcoat 10 escape the tempest which
he saw rapidly impending. 'Am l the
sort of man TO make a ninny ofmyselfdo
ing the delight to any female creature
Did you ever know me TO be conscious
whether woman had shawl on or
swallow-tailed coat 2"
Mary eclipsed the eyes behind little
blue pocket handkerchief, and Henry, the
savage, banged the door loud enough to
give Betty in the kitchen nervous start.
Raining again do believe we are 60
ing to have second deluge," said Edge
to himself that evening, as he esconced his
six feet of iniquity in the Southwest cor
ner of car at the City Hall. $50 ahead,
conductor can't you? What are you wait
ing for? Don't you see we are full and it's
dark already?"
"In minute, sir" said the conductor,
as he helped little woman with her bas-
ket on board. "Now, sir, move up a bit |
if you please"
Mr. Edge was exceedingly comfortable;
didn't want to move up; but the light of
the lamp just iguited, falling fully on the
pearly forehead and shlniog golden hair of
the new conner, be altered his mind, and he
did move up.
"What lovely eyes" quoth he mentally,
as he bestowed single acknowledging
smile.
She fair possessor of the blue eyes shiv-
cred lightly, and drew her mantilla closely
around her shoulders.
care you cold Miss! Pray honor me
by wearing my shawl. L don't need it my
self
She did not refuse She murmured some
faint apology for troubling him, but it was
not refusal.
"No trouble-not bit," said be with
alacrity, arranging it on her taper shoul-
ders; and then, as the young lady handed
her fare to the conductor,'he said to himself
"what slender, lovely hand If there is
anything l admire in woman, it's pref
ty hand! Wonder what kind of mouth
she's got. 1t must be delightful if it cor
responds with the hair and eyes. Plague
the veil"
But "Plague," whoever that mysticrl
power may be, did not take possession of
the provoking veil, so Mr.. Edges curiosity
about the mouth of the blue-eyed damsel
remained upgratifed.
"Have you room enough, Mss 1 am
afraid you are little crowded. Pray sit
a little closer to me-"
"Tbankyou, sir, was the soft reply, com
ing from behind the veil, as Mr.. Edge rap
turously refected-"Like the angel from
the gloom of dark cloud" And his
heart gave loud thump as the pretty
shoulders touched bis own shaggy overcoat
in Nesting sort of a way.
"Decidedly this is getting rather roman
tic" though he; and then with an audible
would Maria sayl"
The rest of the long, dark, rainy ride
was delicious with that shoulder against his
own how gallantly he jumped up to pull
the strap for her. BY some favoring freak
of fortune it happened 10 be at the very
street where he intended to stop. And un-