Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1865-09-23

I te2stable and donned DIS coat
"Yes, / have an engagement with
Moore. I shall be in early, have q light
| 70 the library. Good night" And with
careless nod William Hays left the
room.
Always the way, mnrmured Lizzie
Hays, sinking back upon a sofa. 4" Out
every night i don't believe be cares
one bit about me, now, and jet we've
been married only two years No man
can have more orderly house, ] am
sure, and never go anywhere; ! am
not bit extraysgeni, and yeti don't be-
lieye he loves me any more. On, deari
why il it? ! wasn't rich; be didn't marry
me for my money, and he must have
loved me fhen--why does he treat me
with 90 much neglect" And with her
mind fIIed with such frightful queries,
Lizzie Hays fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there She was blonde, with a small,
graceful figure, and a very pretty face.
The hair, which showed by its rich
waves its natural tepieney to curl, was
brushed smoothly back and gathered into
a rich knot at iack--it was such
bother to curl II, she said; her cheeks
we're pale, and the whole face wore a
discontinued expression. Her dress was
neat cbintz wrapper, but she wore
neither collar NOR sleeves. "What's the
use Of dressing up just for William 2
Lizzie slept soundly for two long
hours, and then awoke suddenly. She
sat up, glanced at the clock, and sighed
drearily at the prospects of the long in
tarval still TO be spent before bed time.
The library was just over the room IN
which she sat, and down the furnace
aue, through the register, voice came
to the young wife's ears; it was her hus-
bands. e
"Weu, Moore, what's q man TO dot
was disappointed. ] must have pleasure
somewhere. Who would have faneied
that Lizzie Jarvis, 90 pretty and loving
could change to the fretfuf dowdy she is
now2 Who warts to stay at home to
hear bis wife whining all the evening
about troublesome servants, and her
headache, and all sorts of bothers2 She
has got the knack Of that drawing whine
80 pat, pom my life | don't believe she
can speak pleasantly. 4l
Lizzie sat as If stunned. Was this
true2 She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was certain
ly not suitable for an evening, with only
William to admire. She arose, and
went 10 her room with bitter, sorrowful
thoughts, and firm resolution TO win
back her husbands heart, and then, his
love regained, 10 keep it. ~
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual care
less manner, but a bright smile came on
bis lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty
chiniz With neat collar and sleeves OF
snowy muslin. with wealth Of soft, full
curlH, bad really metamoTphosed her;
while the blush her hnsband's admitting
glance called up to her cheek did not de.
tract from her beauty. At first William
thought there must be a guest, but
CHANGING around be found they were
alone taaGset
"Come, William, your coffee will be
soon cold, said Lizzie, in cheerful.
pleasant voice. "A
II must cool till 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 manner.
Not one fretful speech, not one COM
plant fell upon Williams ear through
the meal The newspaper, the usual
solace at that hour, lay untouched, as
Lizzie ebatted gaily on every pleasant
subject she could think OF, warming by
his grateful interest and cordial manner
You will be at home to dinner2'1
she said as he went out
scans to-day, Lizzie; I've business
out Of town, but I'll be home early to
tea. Have something substantial, for
don't expect to dine. Good by and
the smiling look, warm kiss and lively
whistle were q marked contrast to his
lounging, careless gate the previous
evening
q am in the right path !" said Lizzie
in low whisper. "0hl what a fool
have been for the last two years. "A
fretful dowdyr William you shall never
say that again.
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lips would quiv
er as she thought of his confidence to
his friend Moore; but like brave little
woman, she atifed back the bitter feel
inga, and tripped OF to perfect her plans.
The grand piano, silent for months, was
opened and the linen covers taken from
the furniture, Lizzie thinking, "He
shan't find any parlors more pleasant
than his own, I'm determined.
Tea time came, and William came
with IL A little figure, in tardy, bright
silk dress, smooth enrls, and oil such
lovely blush and smile, stood ready to well
come William az he came in, and tea time
passed as the morning meal had done.
After tea there was no movement, as
usual, toward the hat rack. William
stood up beside the table, lingering aud
chatting, until Lizzie also rose. She led
him to the light warm parlors, in their
pretty glow of tasteful arrangement, and
drew him down on the sofa beside her.
He felt as if be was courting over agsin,
as be watched her fingers busy with |
some fancy needle-work, and listened to !
the cheerful voice be had loved so dearly |
two years before.
What are you making, Lizxie77
"A pair Of slippers. Don't you remem-
Der how much You admired the pair |
worked for you-ohl ever so long ago r
remember-blaek velvet, with
flowers on them. used to put my feet
on the tenders and dream Of blue eyes
and bright cnrls, and wished time would
move faster, to the day when I could
bring my bonnie nee wife home TO make
music in my house.
Lizzie's face saddened for 3 moment,
as she thought Of the last two years, and
how little music she had made for his
loving heart, gradually weaving ii from
its allegiance, and then she said:
al wonder if you love music as much
as you did thenf" "
"Of course / do. I often drop in at
Mrs Smiths for nothing else than to
hear the music"
" can play and sing better than Mrs.
Smith, said Lizzie, poutipg.
But you always say you are out of
practice when ask you"
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