The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1866-11-28

not expect his services or admiration.
Twas glad he suffered. Sitting in my
4oneliness and Stitching furfously at
handkerchief he would carry, with
no thought of the troubled seam
stress. it soothed my passion to hear
that weary march of manly feet, and
know that he suffered too.
"Eunice p
NV musings were cut short by that
call from Mrs. Gail. | tossed my
work impatiently into the basket,
brushed nay, hair from my burning
forehead: and went out to do Mrs.
Gs aMbTs iig9ggAd she I detained,
what IS the matter? Have you a
fever?" 49,.
mo" [ answered, carelessly, L
have bent my head over my sewing.
Do you wish anything?"
Yes, tell the cook to make Rich
ard some of the waffles he likes so
much" she answered. :" If you did
not look so feverish / would ask you
to make them yourself, for you never
fail. Poor Richard IL wish /. knew
something to tempt his appetite to-
night"
I saw the woman's desire, and an
swered:
II will make then"
Thank you" she answered. And
the old lady's glance fell kindly
on my flushed face and barred brow.
" Richard Will escort you. to- Edith
.Wilkinson,s wedding. and you must
have a new silk dress. [ desire that
you should. look-well for. Richard S
Sake. Now go, dear, and prepareA a
supper that viii tempt the poor boy to
eat, whether he will or not"
/ went out, with the old anger and
sense of injustice burning In my heart.
Richard Calls suffering must be
soothed and comforted; mine must be
crushed and hidden; and /, as many
a woman does, must serve the man
who made me suffer.
But woman's work brings woman's
kindly thoughts, and when with
incest care the supper was prepared
and the glowing lamp caste assoft ra-
dance over the shining Silver and
delicate viands, pity stole in my heart
for the suffering man, pushing his
plate away with the evenings meal
untasted.
What a rare cook ours must be
he said, glancing around the table.
His mother smiled.
Eunice made most of these things
and has superintended the gEest.a she
replied 80 -. - 80 y ia. ~
" Eunice is invaluable" was his
comment without glancing at me- Y y
/ almost choked.. It was Just such
commentator as he would have given
a kitchen girl who did not fail in Gull
nary skill. Well, / had two common
dations for my hungry soul to feed
upon. / could cook and keep out of
the way. | would merit my prize.
The night of Edith Wilkinson's
[ stood before my mirror,
smiling at the face. 7 saw, reflected
there: ~ High proved and fair haired,
all heafaces was pale save the Grim
son spots burning on my cheeks. My
dress was rich and expensive. I had
nothing to do with that but obey Mrs.
Calls orders. | had said to myself [
did not care for it at all; but there I
stood turning the pearls my dead
mother left me in my shining braids
and arranging every band and falling
curl to produce tie best effect, d
smiling swith,sa Yomanls. pleasure. to
know that / was not unlovely.
| went down to the parlOrs / would
not keep Richard Gail waiting. I
knew my place better. Ny heart be-
gan to futter when | heard him COM
ing. Would he like my dress?"
All! you are ready We will be
going"
He scarcely glanced at me. He had
not noticed my dress at all.
Mrs. Gail entered.
s~ Ny dear heRswell YOU look lRoshef
exclaimed, :" You-,are really hand
some #6map.I 2 Bat yo1 must weaf my
diamonds. They are rarer than any
Edith Wilkinson ever wore"
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