Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1863-08-13
Jtistellaneuns.
THE WAY TO KEEP HIM.
by MARY L CLARK E.

Ont again tonight sn,d Mrs. Haycs
frdmlly, us her husband rose from the
tca-tnLie. aud donncd his great coat.
Yes | have an engagement with
Moore I shall be IN early. have light
in the library. Good night, and, with
careless nod, William Hayes left tho
room. ..
ALWAYS the way, murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back on the sofa, out
,yery night don't belieye he cares
one bit about me. now, and yet we've
been married only two years. No man
can have more orderly house, | am sure;
and never 20 anywhere. nm not a
bit ext avagant. and yet don't bell 'ye
he loves me any more. Oh !. dear, why
is it? wasn't rich. he didn't marry ne
tor money, and he must have loved me
tben-why does he treat me with so
much neglect?' and with her mind filled
with such fretful queries. Lizzie Hayes
fell asleep upon the sofa.
Let me raint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small
graceful figure, aud very pretty face.
The hair, which showed by its waves,
its natural tendency to curl, was brushed
smoothly back, and gathered into arlch
knot at II e back it was snch bother
to curl it, she said her check was pale,
and the whole face wore n discontented
expression. Her dress was neat chintz
wrapper, but she wore neither collar
nor sleeves. What S the use of dress
ing up just for William?' ..
Lizzie slept soundIy for two hours.
and then awoke suddenly. She sat up,
glanced at the clock. and sighed drearlly
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
Hue, through the registers. voice came
to the young wife's ears; it was her hus-
bands.
Well, Moore, what's man to do? l
was disapT ointcd, and l must have pleas
ure somewhere. Who would have fan
cied that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprigt-
ly, and loving. could change to the fret
tul dowdy she is now? Who wants to
stay at home to hear his wife whining
all the evening about her troublesome
servants and her headache, and all sorts
of bothers? She's got the knack of that
drawling whine go pat, pom my life. |
don't believe she can speak pleasantly.
Lizzie sat IS if stunned Was this
true =? She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was certain
ly not suitable for an evening, even if it.
were un evening at home, with only WI
liam to admire. She rose and softly
went to her room with bitter. sorrowful
thoughts, and firm resolution to WIN
tack her husbands heart. aud, then, his
love regained. to keep it.
The next morning, William came into
the breakfast room. with his usual care
less manner. but bright smile came on
bis lips. as he saw Lizzie. A pretty
chiutz, with neat collar and sleeves of
snowy muslin, and wreath of soft, full
curls, had really metamorphosed her;
while the blush her husbands admiriDg
glance called up to her cheek, did not
detract from her beauty. At first Will
liam thought there must be a guest, but
glancing around be found they were
alone. '
Come, William, your coffee will be
stone cold, said Lizzie. in CHEEKY,
pleasant voice. s.. -.- -.0t..rs
1t must cool till you sweeteu my
breakfss. with kiss, said her husband +,
crossing the room to her side; and Liz
zie's heart bounded, as she recognized