North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1864-07-20
.St(ttt Storp.
THE WIFE'S DREAM.


"Your partners wife has them, Frederick
anl l should ;hink You would try and keep
urswith him, when your income is precisely
the same. have been mortified to death
every time Mrs. Denham has called"
"Plty, isn't it % was the Iaconic reply.
and the lips Of the young husband took a
decided curl, as he busted his eyes on the
morning paper, which had been lying unno-
t ced beside him.
Mrs. Percival pushed her plate away, and,
arose from the table with dissatisfied air,
and entering the parlor adj dining the cozy
little breakfast room, commenced pulling alb
stractcdIy at the brown leaves that had hid
den themselves among the bright green of
the vigorous plants that occupied the wln-
dow OF the pleasant little EParior; aud now
ana then she would bestow contemptu0us
glance upon lie PLAIN white screens that
shaded the upper part eff the window.
How meanly ;hey do Look" she said to
herself; viii not give it up so. Fred
(aloud,) l wish you had the least bit of pride
in the world"
Z" Ynp nav c enough for both of ns,'' was
the response, as the husband threw down
his paper and Joined his wife.
But. Efie, truly these plain shades suit
my taste much better than those guilt ones
you were SO dcsirous of obtaining. They
are in such perfect keeping with the whole
room. Can you not see there is nothing to
compare with these expensive curtains 2"
IL know every thing is as cheap and mean
as can be" was the unpleasant reply, "I(
you only had little of Denham's spirit,
things would wear a very different Iooh"
Eliie, you know Mr.. Denham has dono
comparatively nothing towards furnishing
his house Mrs. Derham is the only child Of
wealthy parents, who supply her with every
| thing she wishes. Had you been such, you
would have been furnished with luxuries,
perhaps
Don't fling my poverty in my face, Fred
erick PercivaI" was the quick retort, while
her fair face flushed with anger Il wish
from my heart you had married a rich wife. "
"And you a rich husband"
81 did not say it."
But you thought it. Very veil, wish
you had"
Mr.. Percival turned into the hall with q
deep cloud upon his brow, almost the first
| that bad been visible since the happy morn
ing, one year before, when he had brought
his bride to the pleasant home, in one of the
most beautiful of the suburb towns near
the metropolis, where he had just entered in
to business nnon the capital he had carefully
boarded through the lcng years of his clerk
ship, This home had looked very sweet
and beautiful to the newly welded pair and
the furniture, carefully and tastefuly select,
ed and arranged, and looked quite elegant to
Effie. But long before there was a spot or
| blemish upon any article in the nicely.kept
rooms, they were tarnished in her eyes by
| the contrast presented in The newly furnis h
ed home of her husbands partner; and for
weeks she had been growing more dissatis-
| fed and unhappy constantly urging some
| trifing change, which her husband made, or
as kindly refused, till, wearied by her con-
slant opportunities, this morning had brought
an open disagreement.
The young husband put on his overcoat ir
the hall, and without the usual parting kis;
and kind good morning went out, and Etfic