Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-08-05
MISCELLANY.
TIE WAY TO KEEP HIN.

coat
Eyes, have an engagement with
Moore; I shall be in early; have light
in the library. Good night" and with
a careless nod William Hayes left the
room.
s.Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon sofa. s''0ut
every night. / don't believe he cares
one bit about me, now, aud yet we've
been married only two years. No man
can have a more orderly house, 1 am
sure, and never go anywhere; / am
not bit extravagant, and yet | don't
believe he loves me any more. Oh,
dear why is it? wasn't rich; he didn't
marry me for my money, and he must
have loved me then-why does he treat
me with so much neglect" And with
her mind filed with such frightful que
ries, Lizzie Hayes fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, With a small,
graceful figure, and very pretty face.
The hair, which showed by its rich
waves its natural tendency TO curl, was
brushed smoothly back and gathered
into rich knot at the back-f'it was
such bother to curl it, she said; her
cheek was pale, and the whole face wore
a Disconnected expression. Her dress
was neat chintz wrapper, but she wore
neither collar nor sleeves. ''What's
the use OF dressing mp just for Viii
iam?"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours,
and then awoke suddenly. She sat up,
glanced at the clock, and sighed drear-
lily at the prospect of the long interval
still to be spent alone before bedtime.
The library was Just over the room in
while she sat, and down the furnace
fine, through the register, a voice came
to the young wife's ears; it was her hus-
bands.
''Well. Moore, what's a man to do?-
I was disappointed, and 1 must have
pleasure somewhere. Who would have
fancied that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty,
sprightly and loving, could change to
the fretful dOwdy she is now? Who
wants to stay at home to hear his wife
whining all the evening about her trou-
blesome servants, and her headache, and
all sorts of bothers? She's got the
knack of that drawing whine so pat,
pom my life / don't believe she can speak
pleasantly"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this
true? She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was GER
tainly not suitable for an evening, with
only William to admire. She rose and
softly went to her room with bitter, sor-
rowful thoughts, and a firm resolution
to win back her husbands heart, and
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
his lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty
chintz with neat collar and sleeves of
snow muslin, with wealth of soft. full
curls, had really metamorphosed her;
while the blush her husbands admiring
glance called up TO her cheek did not
detract from her beauty. At first vii
liam thought there must be q guest, but
glanclng around he found they were
alone
''Come, William, your coffee will be
soon cold" said Lizzie, In a cheerful,
pleasant voice. -af
cit must cool. TIL you sweeten my
breakfast with kiss, " said her husband,
crossing the room to her side, and Liz
zie's heart bounded, as she recognized
the old lovers tone and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one COM
plant fell upon Williams ear through
the meal. The newspaper, the usual
sOlace at that hour, Law mt ouched, as
Lizzie chatted gaily on every pleasant
subject she could think of, warming
by his grateful interest and cordial man
ner. sE q
''You will be at home to dinner?" she
said, as he went ont
Cant to-day, Lizzie; I've business
out of town, but III be home early to
tea Have something substantial, for
/ don't expect to dine. Good-bye:'
and the smiling look. warm kiss and
lively whistle were marked contrast to
his lounging, careless gait tie previous
evening.
81 am in the right path, said Lizzie,
III a low whisper. "Oi what a fool /
have been for two years. "a fretfal
dowdyP William, you shall never say
that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lips would
culver as she thought of his confidence
to his fri nd Moore; but like brave
little woman, she stified back the bitter
feelings, and tripped off to perfect her
aSAOAe AOA
months, was opened, and the linen COW
ems taken from the furniture, Lizzie
thinking, "He shan't find any parlors
more attractive than his own, am de-
termined."
Tea time came, and William came
with it. A little figure, in tasty, bright
silk dress. smooth curls, and, obi such a
lovely blush and smile, stood ready to
welcome William as became in; and tea
time passed as the morning meal had
done. After tea tners was no move
ment, as usual, toward the hat rack
William stood up hes ide the table, lin-
gering, chatting, till Lizzie also rose.
She led him to the light warm parlors,
IN their pretty glow of tasteful arrange
ment, and drew him down beside her
on the sofa. He felt as if he was court
ing over again, as he watched her fin
gers, busy with some fancy needlework,
and listened to the cheerful voice he had
loved so dearly two years before.
What are you making, Lizzie?"