Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1862-04-30

hoI Cheeh Was pare, ana ner Wn0Ie lace
wore discontented expression Her dress
was neat chintz wrapper, but she wore nei
ther collar or sleeves What's the use of
dressing up just for William p said She
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the
prospect of the long interval still to be spent
alone before bed time.
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 it was the voice of her
husband
Well, Moore, what's ulan to do? !
Was disappointed, and l must have pleasure
somewhere. Who would have fancied that
Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly, and so
loving, could change to the frctful dowdy
she is now. Who wants to stay at home
and hear his wife whining all the evening
about her 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 pleas
antly'
Lizzie sat as if stunned Was this true?
She looked in the glass. If not exactly
dowdy, her costume was certainly not suit
able for an evening, with only William to
admire. She rose, and softly went to her
own room, with bitter, sorrowful thoughts,
and firm resolution to win back her hus-
bands heart, and then, his love regained,
keep it.
The next morning William went into the
breakfast room with his usual careless man
ner, but bright smile came on his lips as
he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz, with neat
collar and sleeves of snowy muslin and a
wreath of soft full curls had really meta
morphosed her; while the blush her hus-
bands admiring glance called up to her
cheek, did not detract from her beauty
At first William thought there might be
guest, but g ancing around, he found that
they were alone.
Come, William, your breakfast will be
stone cold,' said Lizzie, in CHEEKY, pleas
ant voice.
1t must cool till you sweeten it 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
manners.
Notone fretful speech, nor one complaint,
fell upon Williams ear throughout the
meal. The newspaper, his usual solace at
that hour, lay untouched, as Lizzie chatted
gay y on every pleasant subject she conld
think of, warming by his gratifel inter
est and cordial manner.
you will be home tc dinner she said,
IS he went out.
Cant to day, Lizzie; l have business
ont of town, but | will be home early to tea
Have something substantial, for | don't
expect to dine. Good bye" and the smil
ing look, warm kiss, and lively whistle
were 4 marked contrast to his lounging,
careless gait, of the previous evening.
I am in the right path, said Lizzie in
a low whisper, oh ! what fool have been
for two long years? a tretful dowdy ?
William, you shall never say that again
Lizzie loved her husband with real wife
ly devotion, and her lip would quiver as she
thought of his confidence to his friend
Moore; but like brave little woman she
stifed back the bitter feeling, and tripped
off to perfect her plans. The grand piano,
silent for months, was opened, and the lin
en- covers taken from the furniture, Lizzie
thinking, He shan't find any more attrac-
tive than his own, | am determined
Tea time came, and William came with
it.
! A little figure, in tasty, bright silk dress,
smooth curls, and oh such lovely blush
and smile, stood ready to welcome William
as he came in, and tea time passed as the
morning meal had done.
After tea there wasno movement as usual
towards the hatraek.
William stood up beside the table, lin.
gering, chatting till Lizzie rose. She led
him to the light warm Parlors in their pretty
glow of tasteful arrangement, andrew him
down beside her on the sofa. He felt as
if he was courting again, as he watched her
fingers busy with some fancy needle-work,
and listened to the cheerful voice he had
loved so dearly two years before.
What are you making, Lizzie p
"A pair of slippers. Don't you remem-
Der how much you admired the pair work
ed for you ever SO long ago?'
Il remember them, black velvet with
flowers on them. 1 used to put my feet
upon the tender and dream of blue eyes
and bright curls, and wish time would move
faster to the day when could bring my
bonnie wife home to make music in my
house
Lizzie's face saddeAed for moment as
she thought of the last two years, and how
little music she had made for his loving
heart; gradually weaving it from its allegi
ance-then she said
Il wonder if you love music as much as
you did then p
'Of course | do; I often drop into Miss
Smiths for nothing else than to hear the