The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-07-21

"Out again tonight ?" said Mrs. Hayes,
fretfully, as her husband rose from the tea
table and donned his great coat.
"Yes, 1 have an engagement with
Moore shah be in early have a light
in the library Good night :" and with
careless nod William Hayes left the room.
"Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon q sofa. "Out
every night. don't believe he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've been
married only two years. No man can have
q more orderly house, I am sure, and
never 20 anywhere I am not bit ex-
travagant, and yet don't believe he loves
me any more. Oh, deari why is it3 I
wasn't rich he didn't marry me for my
money, and he must have loved me then
who does he treat me with so much ne
glect2" And with her mind filled with
such frightful queries, 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" it was such q bother
to curl it," she said; her cheek was pale,
and the whole face wore q discontented
expression. Her dress was neat chintz
wrapper, but she wore neither collar nor
sleeves. "What,s tie use of dressing up
Just for William2"
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 bedtime.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace fue,
through the register, voice came to the
young wife's ears; it was her husbands.
swell, Moore, what's a man to do? l
was disappointed, and ] must have pleas
ure somewhere. Who would have fancied
that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly and
loving, could change to the fretful dowdy
she is nowp Who wants to stay at home
to hear bis wife whining all the evening
about her troublesome servants, and her
headache, and all sorts of bothers? She's
got tie knack of that drawling whine so
pat, pom my life I 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 certainly not
suitable for an evening, With only William
to admire. She rose and softly went to
her room with bitter, sorrowful thoughts,
and firm resolution to win back her hus-
bands heart, and then, his love regained,
to keep it.
The next morning William came into the
breakfast room with his usual carele
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
Chesk did not detract from her beauty. At
hrst William thought there must be guest.
cnt glancing aronnd he found they were
Come, William, your coffee will be
sson coId," said Lizzie, in a cheerful.
" Ii must cool till you sweeten nv break
fast with kiss, i" said her husband cross.
ing the room 10 her side, and izzie's hear,
bounded, as she recognized the old lorsr,s
tone and manners.
Not one fretfal speech, not one csmn,o;r+
fell upon Williams ear through the mesl