The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-10-17
[From Hours at Home.
THE WIFE'S AMBITION.

w nat are you HntuIlhLlnRs llLLle
one, asked the lordly Horace Slough
ton of his girl-wife.
= Why, Horace2"
II have not caught the blue of
your eyes for the last half hour come
here now, and tell me. Have the
children troubled you so much2"
w " Not at all, answered the young
wife, arising and drawing her low seat
near; I'm not troubled, but -
I But what, dear2 Your voice
sounds unusually plaintive. Has
anything gone wrong2
No, only-I wish was different.
The sweet voice trembled, and Katie
Stoughton, the wife Of three happy
years, hid her face upon her husband s
knee, ashamed to have him see the
gathering tears.
Different, Katie how do you
mean-how different would you be?
You wouldn't go back to that romp-
ing schoolgirl time again, would
you2"
| don't know but | would, in
deed. ,..-~~ $50
were, to be sure; how you danced be-
fore my eyes until / was bewildered /;
and blinded me with those sunny
curls until | believe | made a fool of
myself-but what's the matter?-sob-
bingl Come, come, Katie, ifryou are
sick, tell me: and, If not, why are you
deluging my knee with tears? Let
me know, dear, what the matter is?"
Nothing, only want to be differ
ent, and | can't tell how" Down
went the head with another sob and
burst of tears. And Horace Slough
ton, who had, in the three years Of
their welded life, never Seen the like
before, was amazed.
This must not be, my love; | do
not understand you.'l He spoke no
longer in bantering tone, but grave
and anxious; drew the golden head
within his arms, and waited until the
storm was somewhat passed. ~ w Ga
-. Now, tell me, Katie, what you
mean by being different.
"I'll try, Horace; but | don't think
you'll see any meaning in it. I've
thought of it a long time.-oh, for
weeks and weeks, but i never thought
it was possible, and now / know it
isn't, and-and--Im discouraged. =
Again the tears rolled over the flush
ed cheeks, and she would have hidden
her face, but Horace held her strong
ly, saying; 8o.ni aaif 81 3egs aa
What is this mysterious change,
Katie, --explain?" - 80 b.5g Gna
why, Ttlon't know anything, you
know / don't; can't learn either
Don't hold me, Horace; | must, |
Well, we'll, dear, cry your heart to
rest; only let me laugh. Don u know
anything what more do you want to
know" ,s...t. q. iIs.. ~. ...,..
80 Everything" ~ 1'
!" Don't be ambitious, dear. But,
seriously, Katie, don't you think this
is quite gtempest2 ,.a....f
" knew you wouldn understand, F"
sobbed Katie; but / don't know
what you married such an ignoramus
for; you can't take any comfort in
me.
Look up here, simpleton; who
does comfort me, IL you don't? Who
looks out for my every comfort? who
makes the whitest bread and the most
delicious coffee? who got up these
tasty slippers and comfortable dress
ing -gown2 and who keeps busybodies
out Of my study in the morning hours,
and steps about so gentle when | am
writing? and who dresses the little
folks so neatly that | am never
ashamed to show them to callers?
Don't Katie Stoughton know some
thing?" - - s =. = "
Any Irish girl could do that, +"
answered the wife, scornfully.
Who combs my hair when my
head aches so that | am nearly blind2
Who sings to me when, l am wearied
out2 Is it nothing?" lHa.a s
Not much. You take no pleasure
intellectually in me; | don't under
stand your studies; | can't help you
only as any servant might" .'
Who reads to me every evening
with the sweetest voice in the world,
aud who copies for me sometimes,
when my hand is weary2 Katie, you
are not grateful for your talents"
Talents Horace, you know you
can't converse with me upon any
subject in the world. Even Woman
Rights, that you were all so lively
over the other evening. | hadn't a
word to say. can't talk; / never
could. All our company talk with
you, and ignore me, unless upon
weather and fashion topics, aud little
| care for these. / want to know as
much as" a3ho A GaHt
Well, as much as who?" he ask
ed, half smiling at her bushes.
:" As much as Miss Field, F" she an
swered quickly.
" Why Miss Field in PARTICULAR"
' Because you like to talk with her
and she does with you, too, though ]
don't wonder at that T"
[" Yes, | do like to meet Miss Field
occasionally, but | would far rather
talk with you. She opened her
| avas in n most astonishad ,,o,,vo =;