The Grand Haven news. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1858-18??, 1862-09-10
HOW TO KEEP HIM.

"Out again to-nightp said Mrs.
Hayes, fretfully, as her husband rose from
the tea-table, and donned his great coat.
Yes, l have an engagement with
Moore; shall be in early; leave light in
the library. Good night" And with a
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 have been
married but two years. No man could
have more orderly house, l am sure;
and / never go anywhere, l am sure; and
| am not bit extravagant. Oh dear
why is it? / was not born rich; he did
not marry me for money, and he must
have loved me then-why does he now
treat me with such neglect? And with her
mind filed up with such fretful queries
Lizzie Hayes fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me print her picture as she lay
there. She was a blonde, with a very
small, graceful figure, and very pretty
face. The hair, which showed by its
waves its tendency to curl, was brushed
smoothly back, and gathered into rich
knot at the back; ait was such bother
to curl it," she said; her cheek was pale,
and her whole face wore dscontented
expression. Her dress was neat chin:z
wrapper, but she wore neither collar nor
sleeves. "What's the use of dressing up
Just for Willam?'
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up CLAN
cling at the clock drearily at The long in
terval still 10 be spent alone before bed
| time.
The library was just over tho room in
hich she sat, and down the furnace flue,
through the register, voice came to the
young wife's ears; it was her husbands.
"Well, Moore, what is man to do?
l was disappointed, and l must have
pleasure somewhere. Who could have
fancied that Lizzie Jarvies, so perfectly
sprightly and loving, could change TO the
frelful dowdy she row isl Who wants
to stay at home and hear bis wife whin-
ing all the evening about her troublesome
servants, and headaches and all sorts of
bothers. She has so got the knack of
drawing, that upon my life l don't be-
lieve she could speak pleasant word"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this
truel She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy her costume was certain
ly not fit for an evening, even if it were
an evening at home, with only William to
admire. She rose and softly went TO her
own room, with bitter and sorrowful
thoughts, and firm resolution to win
back her husband, and then, his love re-
gained, keep it.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual careless
manner, but a bright smile came on his
lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz
wrapper, with neat collar, and sleeves
Of snowy muslin, and a wreath of full
curls, had readily metamorphosed her;
while the blush his admiring glance called
up to her cheek did not detract from her
beauty. At first William thought there
must be a guest, but glancing, he found
they were alone.
"Come, William" your coffee will be
stone cold," said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY pleas
ant voice.
Not one fretful speech, not one COM
plant, fell upon Williams ear during
the meal. The newspaper, his usual so
lace at that hour, lay untouched, as Liz
zie chatted gaily on every pleasant sub
ject she thought Of, warming by his graf
flied interest and cordial manner.
"You will be at home to dinner~ she
said as he went out.
"Can't to-day, Lizzie; l have business
out of town; but III be at home early to
tea; have something substantial for l
don't expect TO dine. Good-by." And
the smiling look, warm kiss, and lively
whistle, were marked contrast 10 bis