Randolph journal. [volume] (Winchester, Indiana) 1865-186?, 1866-11-22
Blue Eyes Behind tho Veil

was likewise nothing new. So he re
tired behind his newspaper, and de
voured his cggs and toast withou
vorch iafing any reply, save in mono
! lsyllablcs, - the remarks of Tho -frcsl
lookinelittle lady opposite, to wit
MIS-. Edge. But she was gathering TO
eethcr her forces for the grand on
slaught, and when at length Mr.. Edg,
had cot down to the last paragraph
and laid aside the paper, it came.
"Dcar, didn't you say you were 90
ing to leave 4 hundred dollars for my
furs to-dav?"
"What furs?" Rather shortly it wa.
! spoken.)
'Those new sables, dear; my old af
fairs are getting shockingly shabby
and ] really think"
cob, pshawl what's the use of being
so extravagant? haven't any money
just now to lay out in use less follies
The old furs are good enough for any
sensible woman TO wear"
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little SOU
that She was, rclapsed into obc,lient
silence, she only sighed n soft inward
sigh, and presently began n new talk
Henry, will you go with me to my
aunts Tonight"
Cant you 90 alonc?"
4 1,,,or Ec.,. .,.~,,1.I -
Edge'stcmper--forsh she had one, though
it didn't often parade itsclf-was fairly
aroused.
"lou are 80 nc@lcctful of these little
attentions you used to pay me once,
You never walk with me, nor pick up
my handkerchief or notice my dress
as you did once.r
"Wcll, fellow can't he forever wait
ing on the women, can hcg' growled
Mr.. Edge.
"Iou could be polite enough to Mrs.
Walters last night, when you never
thought TO ask whether i wanted any
thing, though YOU knew perfectly wcll
that | had the headache. / don't be-
lieve you care so much for me rs you
did oncc.n
And Mrs. Edge looked extremely
pretty with tears in her blue eyes, and
Il quiveI on the round rosy lips.
"Pshawv said the husband, peevish-
". "Now, don't be silly, Maria.p
"hnd in the stage yesterday, you
never asked me if was warm enough,
or put my shawl around me, while Mr..
Brown was so very afectionatc To his
wife. it was mortifying enough, Hen
ry, indeed it was"
II didn't know women were such
fools" said Mr.. Edge, as he drew on
his overcoat to escnpe the tempest,
which he saw impending. t.-
cam | the sort of man to make a
ninny of myself, doing the polite to
any sort of female creature? Did you
ever know me to be conscious whether
woman had on'a shawl or swallow
tailed coat"'
Maria cclipsed the blue eyes behind
n little pocket handkerchief, and Hen
~, the savage, banged the door loud
enough to give Betty in the kitchen a
nervous start
''Raining again:-I 90 believe we are
going TO have a second edition of the
Deluge," said Mr. Edge to himself that
evening, as he cnsconccd his six feet
of iniquity in the southwest corner Of
the car at tile City Hall.
''Go ahead, conductor, can't you?
Whatare YOU waiting for? Don't you
see we're full, and it's dark already?"
an one minute, SIR" said the con-
ductor,as he helped a little woman with
basket on board. ''Now, sir, move
up little, if you please" - .af
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comforta-
bic, and didn't want to move up, the
light of the lamp, falling full on the
pearly forehead and shining golden
hair of the new conner, he altered his
mind, ana ulu move up.
"What lovely eyes" quoth he mcn-
tally, as he bestowed n single acknowl-
cdging smile, "Real violet, the very
color l admire most. Bless me. what
business has an old married man like
me thinking about eyes! there, she's
drawn n confounded veil over her face,
and the light is as dim as tallow dip.
but those Were pretty eyes!'
The fair pOssessor Of the blue eyes
sh;vercd slightly, and drew her man
tie closer around her shoulders.
Are You cold, Miss? Pray honor
me by wearing my Shawl; Idoftnccd
it myself sss aas. aaHsg sa
She did not rcfusc-shc murmurcd
some faint apology for troubling him,
but ii was not refusal.
"No trouble-not a bit," said he with
alacrity, arranging it on her taperinG
shoulders, and then as the young lady
handed her fare to the conductor, he
said to himself: ''Syhat slender, love-
" little hand, If there is any thing l
admire in a woman tits pretty hand.
Wonder what kind of n mouth she's
got, 1t must be delightful, if it cor
responds with the hair and eyes.
Plague take the vail,' =
But plague whoever that mystical
power may be, did not take possession