Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-08-24

with all this, we are very happy, Mr.. Blair,
as you shall witness. Tomorrow you
must 60 home with me, take Tea and spend
the evening"
Mr.. Blair accepted tie invitation. He
had met Rosa occasionally before her mar
T'asc, and knew her 10 be a bright, accom-
p'lshed young woman, fitted to move in
refined and intelligent circles, and lie felt
some curiosity to see her in the new posi-
ton Of mistress and mail 10 her owa
household. The omnibus boro the two
men long, long way from the city's throb-
bing heart, out TO the more quiet cxtcriors,
where they a!ishtel, aud aCtera short walk,
entered modest-loolsing house will, we'll
tended shlubbery in the front garden. Up
stairs they ascended, and there the young
wife met them. Not blushing and with
stammering apologies for their poor home;
but w.t.: such ease and sweet sclf-posscs-
sion-with such happy light in her eyes,
and with such loving smiles ah 1T Lcr
ips-that Mr.. Blair found himself all at
once transferred to an earthly paradise.
As soon rs time came for observation, he
took note of what was around him.
The furniture OF the room into which he
had been ushere1 could scarcely have been
palmer. In the centre stood a small break
fast table, covered with n snowy cloth, and
set fer thrce persons. Four canc-seat
chairs, worll.stanl, hanging shelf for
books, mantel ornament or Two Of no
special value, an ingram CARPET on the
floor, and plain white curtains loopcd back
with blue ribbons, made up the complete
inventory. No, not the complete invcn-
tory; lor there was Il -piano against the
wall, tho dark case and plain style Of which
showed it TO be no recent purchase. The
instrument had been Rosa's, as TIC obser-
want visitor correctly inferred.
After pleasant talk of some minutes,
Rosa left the room, and not long after re-
turned, bearing tray OIL which were tea,
toast, butter, biscuit, cold tongue, and
sweetmeats. There was beautiful glow
on her face as she entered, but nothing of
shame or hurt pride. With her own fair
hands she arranged the table, and then
took her place nj the head 10 serve her hus,
band and his friend.
The hea Of Mr.. Blair glowed aud stirr-
ed with new impulse as he looked into
the pure, sweet, happy face Of the young
wife, rs she poured the tea and served the
meal which she had prepared.
After supper, Rosa removed the tea
things, and was absent nearly half an
hour. She returned through her chamber,
winch adjoined their little parlor, breakfast
and sitting-room, all in one, with just the
slightest change in her attire, and looking
as fresh, happy and beautiful as if enter
ing drawing-room filled with company
The evening passed in reading, music and
pleasant conversation. AS Mr.. Blair was
about retiring, Adrian Said:
DO YOU think now that we are fools to
ruarry?'
Rosa stood with her hand drawn within
one arm Of her husband and ciasped, and
with face radiantly happy.
A shade CT cpt over Mr.. Blair's conn
tepance.
No, not fools, but wise, As others might
be, if they were only courageous enough
to do as you have done. Mrs. Adrian,
and he took the y oung wife's hand, 4 hon.
or your bravery, your Independence, your
true love that cannot be ovcrshadowed by
worldiness, that mildew Of the heart, that
blight OH our social life. You arc q thou
sand times happier in your dutiful seclu-
sion than any fashion loving wife, or slave
to external appearances can ever be- .,
I love my husband, and I live for him.
Rosa loaned closer to the manly form by
her side. 4 understood when we married
that lie was life-toiler; that our home
would be established and sustained by the
work OF his hands; and l. understood as
well that was not his superior, but only
his equal, and that i i was right and hon:
orable for him to work, il could be-. no less
righ. and honorable for me-. Was. Ito sit
idle, and have a servant to- 1ait2 on me,
when his was lot of io:t no
r'had my part to perform rs we'll as he,.
and lam performing tito The beat Of my
ability. 4e4zjs. fsss .s;..sse. ~a:s4 c,ss:,es54s
|, s'Yausars n traa woman, a wise.womar,
a good~oman,,' sad ME: Blair, with a..
dor; and you will be as happy IL YOU de-: