The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1861-04-24
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''Out again to-night?" said Mrs. Hayes
fretfully, as her husband rose from the tea.
table, and donned his great-coat
"Yes, have an engagement with Moore;
shall be in early; leave light in the H.
brary; good night" and, with careless
nod, William Hayes left the room.
"Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon sofa; "out
every night | don't believe he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've been mar
ried only two Years. No man can have a
more orderly house, I'm sure; and never
80 anywhere, | am not bit cxtravagant,
and yet don't believe he loves me any
more. Oh, dear why is it? wasn't rich
he did not marry me for m.ney, and he
must have loved me then; why does he
now treat me with so much ncgl ct s''--
And, with her mind filled with such fret
tu queries, Lizzie Hayes fell asleep OH the
sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay there.
She was blond, with small, graceful fig
IRE, and very pretty face. The hair,
which showed 10y its rich waves its tenden-
cy to curl, was brushed smoothly back.
and gathered into a rich knot at the back,
lit was such bother to curl it, she said;
her check was pale, and her whole face
worea discontented expression. Her dress
was a neat chintz wrapper, but she wore
neither collar nor sleeves. whats the
use Of dressing up just for William"
Lizzie slept soundly f'r two hours, and
tn n awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
1T the clock, AID ghed dre,rily n; the long
interval still to be- spent alon. before bed
time
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace fiue,
through the registers, a voice came to the
young wifc's ears; it was her husbands.
"Well, Moore, what is a man to do?
was disappointed and must have pleasure
somewhere. Who could have fancied that
Lizzie Jarvis, SO pretty, sprightly, and low
ing, could change to the fretful dowdy she
IS now? Who wants to stay at home and
[ hear his wife whining all the evening about
her Troublesome servants, and headache,
and all sorts of bothers? She has so got
the knack Of drawling, that upon my life
do not believe she can speak pleasant
word.
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this true?
She looked in the glass. If not exactly a
dowdy, her costume was certainly not fit
for an evening. even were it an evening at
home with only William to admire. She
rose, and softly went to her own room with
bitter, sorrowul thoughts, and firm reso-
luton to win back her husband, and then,
his love regained, keep it.
The next morning William came into the
room with his usual careless manner, but a
bright smile came on his lip as he saw Liz
zie. A pretty chintz wrapper, with a neat
collar, and sleeves of snowy muslin, and a
wreath of soft. full curls, had really meta
norphosed her; while the blush her huS-
bands admiring glance called up to her
cheek did not dctract from her beauty
At first William thought there must be a
guest, but glancing he found that they were
alone.
"Come, William, your coffee will be stone
cold" said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY, pleasant
voice.
1T tmust cool till you sweeten my break
fast with a kiss" said her husband. crossing
the room to her side; and Lizzie's heart
bounded as she recognized the old lovers
tone and manner.
Not one fretful speech, not one complaint
fell upon Williams ear during the meal
The newspaper, his usual solace at that
hour, lay untouched, as Lizzie chatted gaily
on every pleasant subject she thought Of,
warming by his gratitied interest and corr
dial manner.
"You will be home to dinner ?" she said,
as he went out.
"Can't to-day, Lizzie; l have business
out of town; but I'll be home early to tea.
Have something substantial, for don't ex-
pect to dine. Good bye" and the smiling
look, warm. kiss, and lively whistle, were a
marked contrast to his lounging, careless
gait the previous evening.
81 am in the right path,' said Lizzie, in
"a low whisper. "Oh! what fool have
been for two years! "A fretful dowdy >
William, you shall never say that again."
Lizzie loved her husband with true,
wifely devotion, and her lip would quiver as
she thought of his confidence to his friend
Moore; but, like a brave little woman, she
stifed back the bitter feeling, and tripped
off to perfect her plans. The grand piano,
silent for many months, was opened, and
the linen covers were removed from the fur
niture. Lizzie was thinking. "He shan't
find any parlors more attractive than his
own, am determined"
Tea time came, and William came with
it; little figure in tasty, bright silk dress,
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