Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-08-02
THE WAY no KEEP HIM.
BY MARE E. CLARK.

table and donned his great coat
les, have an engagement with Mr.
Moore shall be in early; leave a light
in the library"
Always the way, murmured Lizzie
hayes, sinking back into the sofa 'out
every night. don't think he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've been
married but two years. No man can have
more orderly home, I am sure, and
never 60 anywhere; and yet / don't be-
heFe he loves me any more. Oh dear,
Why Is itf wasn't rieh-he didn't mar
~ me for my money, and he must have
loved me theR-Why does he treat me with
so much neglect and, with her mind
filed with such fretful queries, Lizzie
Hsyes feh asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
z She was a blonde, with a small graceful
figure, and very pretty face. The hair,
which showed BY its rich waves its naiu-
rel tendency to curl, was brushed smooth
h back, and gathered into rich knot be-
hind. tAa-E.
II was such a bother to curl it she
said. Her cheek was pale, and her whole
face wore disconnected expression. Her
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wore neither collar nor sleeYes-u What's
the useSoi dressing up just for William, ("
she said.
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then ssnke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the
prospect Of the long interval still to be
spent alone before bedtime.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat and down the furnace fue,
through the registers, a voice came to the
young wife's ears. 1t was the voice Of her
husband
oven Moore, what's a man to do 1
was disappointed, and must have plea
sure somewhere. Who would have fancied
that Lizzie Jarvis, sopretty, sprightly, and
50 loving, could change to the fretful
doWdy she is now. Who wants to stay at
home and hear his wife whining all the
evening about troublesome servants, and
her headache, and all sorts Of bothers
She's got the mack Of that drawling whine
SO pat, that don't believe she can speak
pleasantly" rr..
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this true ?
She looked in the glass. If not exactly
dowdy, ber costume was certainly not suit
able for an evening, even if it were an
evening for only William TO admire. She
rose, and softly went to her own room,
with bitter, sorrowful thoughts, and firm
resolution to win back her husbands heart,
and then, his love regained, keep it.
The next morning William went into
the breakfast-roOm with his usual careless
manner, but bright smile came on his
lip as he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz,
with neat collar and sleeves Of snowy mus
lin, and a wreath of soft, full curis, had
really metamorphosed her; while the blush
her husbands admiring glance called up
to her cheek, did not detract from her
beauty. At first William thought there
might be q guest but glaneing around, he
found that they we're alone.
Come, William, your breakfast will be
Etone-cold, said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY, pleas
ant voice.
4" L must be cool till you sWeeten it with !
q kiss, said her husband, crossing the
room to her side, and Lizzie's heart bound |
ed SIS she recognized the old lovers tones |
and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one complaint, |
fell upon Williams ear through the meal. /
The newspaper, his usual solace at that |
hour, lay untouched, as Lizzie chatted gay |
IL on every pleasant subject she could |
think Of, warming by his gratifed inter- |
est and cordial manner.
You viii be home to dinner2n she said, |
as he went out
Can't to-day, Lizzie; | have business
out Of town, but l viii be home early to
tea. Have something substantial, for I /
don't expect to dine. Goodbye p and the
smiling look, warm kiss, and lively Whis-
tie were amarked contrast to his lounging,
careless gait Of the previous evening.
81 am in the right path, said Lizzie in
3 low whisper. "0h what a fool have
been for two long years "A fretful dow
dyP William, you shall never say that
again
Lizzie loved her husband with real de
Eotion, and her lip would ouiveP as she
thought Of his confidence to his friend
Moore; but like brave little woman she
stifed back the bitter feeiRg, and tripped
Of to perfect her plans. The grand piano,
months, vas opened, and the linen /
covers taken from the furniture, Lizzie
thinking-"He shan't find any parlors
more attractive than his own, am deter
mined"
Tea came again, and William came wish |
it.
A little figure, in tasty, bright. silk
dress, smooth curls, and oh such lively |
blush and smile, stood ready ta welcome
William as he came in, and tsa-time pass
Cd as the morning meal had done.
Asss.er tea there was no movement as US
nal toward the hat rack.
William stood up beside The table, ling
erine, chatting, till Lizzie rose She led
hin q the light warm parlors in their
pretty glow Of tasteful arrangement, and i
drew him down beside her on q sofa. He /
felt as if he was courting over again, as n
hs watched her fingers glide over some
fancy needle work, and listened 10 the
cheerful voice he had loved so dearly two
years before. 1
reWhat are you making Lizzie y
"a pair Of slippers Don't you remem-
Der how much yen admired the pair
worked for you ever so long ago p
q remember them; black velvet with
Rowers on them. I used to put my feet
mon A fender and dream Of blue eyes and
hTivbt curls, and wish time would move
faster 10 the day when could bring my
bonuie wife home to make musie IN my
house" r
Li1zie's face saddened for an instant, as
che thought OF the last two, years, and
boTv iittle music she had made for his low
inq heart; gradually wearing it from its
aIieViance-theR she said;
sf wonder If you love music as much as
You did then ?" -
2 SssOf course do; often drop into Bliss
smiths for nothing else than to hear the
music
81 can play and sing better than MISS
smith. /" said Lizzie, half poutingly. \
aBut you always say you are ont Of Prae-
ice, when ask you"
sT had the piano tuned this morning.
Vow let Us open it and hear how it