Marshall County Republican., 1861-03-14
BLUE EYES BEHIND A VEIL.
STORY FOR Tur MARRIED ONES.

Mr.. Edge was late at breGkiast-that :
was not an unus,lal occurrence and he
was little disposed to be cross-which
was likewise nothing new. So he retired
behind his newspaper and deyourcd his
eggs and t astwithout vouchsa6ng any re-
ply, save unsociable monosyllables. to the
gentle remarks of the fresh looking little
lady opposite, to-wit: Mrs Edge. But she
was gathering together her forces for the
grand 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.
today"
"What furs?" (Rathcr shortly was it
spoken.)
Those new sables. dear; my old ones
are getting -hockingly shabby, and real
ly do think"
''Oh, pshawl What's the use Of being SO
extravaganl? / havn't any money just
now to lay out in useless follies. The old
furs are good enough for any sensible wo-
man to wear"
Mrs. Edge, good. meek little soul that
she was. rclapsed into obedient silence;
she only sighed soft inward sigh, and
presently began on new track. =
"Henry. will you 60 with me to my
aunt's tonight"
Cant you go alone?"
"Alonei How would it look?" Mrs.
Edge's temper-for she had one, though
it didn't very often make parade CT It,
self-was fairly roased lyon are so ne
glectful of those little attentions you used
to pay me once-yon never walk with me
or pick up my handkerchief. nor notice
my dress. as You did once"
"Well, fellow can't be forever wait
ing upon the women, can he?" growled
Mr.. Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Miss
Watson last night, when you never tho't
to ask ME if l wanted anything. though
you knew perfectly well that had head
ache don't believe you care for me as
much as you use to do!'
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pref
ty. with tears in her blue eyes. and quiv-
er on her round. rosy lips.
"Pshawp' said her husband, peevishly
Now don't be silly, Marial"
"And in the stage. yesterday, you never
asked me If was warm enough. or put
my shawl around me, while Mr.. Brown
was so al1cctionate to his wife, 1t was
m mortifying enough. Henry-it was indeed.
Il did not know that women were such
fools," said Mr.. Edge. sternly, as he drew
on his ovcrcoat to escape the tempest
which he saw rapidly impending. cam
the sort of man TO make ninny of my
self doing the polite to any female crea'
ture? Did you ever know me to be con
scious whether woman had shawl on
or swallow tailed coat?"
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind {
little blue pocket handkerchief, and Hen
ry. the savage. banged the door lout
enough to give Betty in the kitchen nerv
Gus start.
Raining again! / do believe We arr
going to have second deluge." said Mr.
Edge to himself that evening, as he en-
sconced his six feet of iniquity in the south
west corner Of car at the City Hail.
Go ahead, conductor, can't you? Wha
are you waiting for? Don't you see w
are full, and it's dark already?"
'ln minute. SIR" said the conductor
as he helped little woman with her bas
ket on board. Now, sir, move up bit
if you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable
did't want to move up; but the light o
the lamp. just ignited; falling fully on tn
pearly forehead and shining golden hair o
the newcomer, he altered his mind, ant
he did move mp.
"What lovely eyes," quoth he mental
ly, as he bestowed a single Acknowledged,
smile.
The fair possessor of the blue eyes shiv
cred slightly, and drew her mantilla close
ly around her shoulders.
Are you cold. Miss? Pray honor m
by wearing my shawl / don't need
myself"
She did not refuse. She murmure,
some faint apology for troubling him, bu
it was not refusal.
mo troublc--not a bit," said he wit
, alacrity. arranging it on her taper should
ers; and then. as the young lady hsnde
her fair to the conductor. he said to him
self, "what a slender, lovely hand!
there is anything admire in a woman. it
; pretty hand! Wonder what kind of
mouth she's got? 1t must bo delightful
, it corresponds with the hair and eyes
Plague take the velp'
But "Plaguc," whoever that mystica
power may be, did not take possession
of the provoking veil, so Mr.. Edges curl
! osity about the mouth of the blue-eyet
damsel remained ungrati6ed.
Have you room enough. Miss? I an
afraid you are little crowded. Pray sit
little closer to me- ~
"Thank you, sif." was the soft reply
coming from behind tho veil. as Mr.. Edg
rapturously reAected-"Like an angel from
the gloom of dark cloud" And hi
heart gave q loud thump as the pretty
shoulders touched his own shaggy over
coat in nesting sort Of way.
"Decidedly this is getting rather roman
tic." thought he; and then with an audi
bic whisper--"wha would Maria ssy?"
The rest of that long. dark, rainy ride
was delicious. with that shoulder agains
his own. How gallantly he jumped up Il
pull the strap for her. By some favorins
freak Of fortune it happened to be at th'
very stro1G where he intended to STOP
And under all the circumstances We car
hardly blame him. when the car stopped
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