The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1866-09-21
BLUE EYES BEHIND THE VEIL.

W.T.. CuRe WIS ldte dt DTcdkIdst-uiut WuS
not an unusual occurrence, aud he was a
little disposed to be cross-which wus like
wise nothing new. So he retired behind
his newspaper, aud devoured bis eggs and
toast without voiichsafng any reply, save
in unsociai,le monosyllables. TO the remarks
Of the fresh looking little lady opposite
to WIT: Ms. Edge. but she was gather.
ing together her forces for the grand final
onslaught, and when at length Mr.. Edge
had got down to the last paragraph, and
laid aside the newspaper, Il cainc.
~ Dear. didn't you say you were going
10 leave me hundred dollars for my fdrs,
to-day p
"Wha, furs7" tF,athcr shortly !, was
sPoken.)
@Those new sable, dear; my old affairs
are getting shocklnsly sl'addy, and ! really
think"
"Oh, pshaw. what's the use Of being
20 cxtavagan? haven't any money just
now to lay out in useless follies. The old
fiIp are good enough for any sensible wo-
man to wear"
Mrs Edge good. meek little soul that she
was, nlapsed into obedient silence; she
only sighed soft, inward sigh. and pres
emily began new tack.
4Henry, will you 60 with me to my
aunt's to.night2"
Cant you 20 alone ?"
sAIone how would It look p
hlr Edges tenper--for she had one,
though II didn't often parade itself-was
fairly aroused. "You are 10 neglectful Of
these little attentions you used to Iay me
once you never walk with me, nor pick
up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress
as You did once"
"Well, fellow can't I've forever waiting
upon the women, can hep" growled MIR.
Edge.
.'You could bc polite enough to Mrs.
Waters last night, when you never thought
to ask whether wanted anything, though
you knew perfectly well that had a head.
ache. don't believe you care 30 much
for me Us you used to do 7"
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pret-
ty with tears in her blue eyes and quiver
on the round rosy lips.
PsIiaw said the husband peevishly.
"Now don't be silly, Marin !"
"And in the stage yesterday, you never
asked me if was warm enough, or put
my shawl around me. while Mr.. Brown
was 80 very aflcctiOnatc to his wife 1t
was noriiying enough, Henry, 1t was in
deed il was " ...
didn't know women were such fools"
said Mr.. Edge, as he drew OIL his Overcoat
to escape the tempest which he saw rapidly
impending. Gam the sort Of a man to
make ninny Of myself doing the polite
to any son of female creature !? Did you
L.. .sI,a has
woman had on shawl or shallow tailed
coat?' r
Maria eclipse,l the blue eyes behind
little pocket handkerchief, aud Henry, the
savage, hanged the door loud enough to
give Betty in the kitchen q nervous start.
Raining again do believe we are go
ing to have second edition Of the Delugc,"
said Mr.. Edge 10 himself that evening, rs
he ensconsed his six feet Of eniquity in the
southwest corner Of the car ut the City
Hall. Go ahead, conductor. can't you !?
What are you waiting for? Don't you see
we'cr full, and its dark already :"
"ln one minute. SIR" said the condutOr,
us he helped little woman with a basket
OF boarl Snow, sir, move up a little BIT,
If YOU please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable,
and did no, want to move up, but the light
of the lamp. falling full on the peurly fore
head and shining golden hair Of the new
conner, he altered his mind, and did move
:" What lovely eycs!" quoth he mentally
as he bestowed single acknowledging
smile. "Real violet the very color nd
miro most. Bless me what business has
an old married man like mo thinking about
eyes There she's drawn a confounded
veil over her face, and tho light is a. dim as
a tallOw dip but those were pretty eyes!'
The fair possessor Of the blue eyes shiv-
cred slightly, and drew her naniilla closer
round her shoulders.
"Are you cold, Miss? Pray honor me
by wearing my shawl, don't need It my
SELF .r.......
She did not reii,se-she murmured some
faint apology for troubling him, but IL was
not refusal. "r
"No troubIe-not Bit" said he with
alacrity, arranging il on her tapering slioul.
ders, and then as the young lady handed
her fair to The conductor, he said to himself
what slender. lovely little hand If there
is anything ] ndnlire in a woman i is a
pretty hand. Wonder what kind Of n
mouth shes goti Ii must he delightful if
il corresponds with the hair aud the eyes.
Plague take the veil ~
But apiague," whoever that mystical
power may be, did not take possession Of
the veil, 30 Mr.. Edges curiosity al'out the
blue eyed dansel remained unsa,isfed.
"Have YOU room enough, Miss3 fear
you are crowded. Pruy sit little closer To
me-"
Thank you, SIR was the soft reply,
coming from behind the veil, rs Mr.. Edge
rapturO,lsly reflected Like an angel from
the gloom of dark cloud" Aud his heart
gave a loud thump rs the pretty shoulder
touched his own shaggy overcoat in hest
tating sort Of wny.
.Decidedy this Is getting quite romantic
thought he, and then with an audible wills.
per. awl,at would Maria say;'
The rcst of that long, dark, rainy ride
was delicious with ,hnt shoulder against bis
own. How gallantly he jumped up to pull
the strap for her-by some tavoring streak
Of fortune It happened TO be ut the very
same street where no intended to stop.
And under the circumstances we hardly
blame him, when the cars stopped 10 sud
denly that she caught at his hand for sup
port, for the squeeze he gave the plump
snowy palm Any man IN his senses
would have done tho sane-it was such an
inviting little lilly
aAllow me to carry your hasket Mis-, Ms
long rs our paths lie in the same direction,
said Mr.. Edge. courteously, relieving her Of
her burden a. he spoke. And-and may
10 you'd find less difficulty IN walking if
you d take my arm.'
Well, wasn't il delightful. Mr.. Edge for.
got tho wet streets aud the piichy dark.
ness he thought he was walking on roses
Only, a. he approached his own door, he
began to feel little nervous, and wished
the little incoguito wouldn't hold on quite
20 tight Suppose Maria should be at the