Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-06-29
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fretfully, as Der husband rose from the tea
table, and donned bis great coat.
'Yes. have an engagement with Moore,
sbaIl bs in early; have light in the
library. Good night" Aud with care
less nod. William Hayes left the room.
"Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon the sofa. Out
every night. don't believe he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've been
married only two years. No man can
have more orderly house am sure, ]
never 60 any where I am not bit ex-
travagant and yet don't believe be loves
me any more. O, dear, why is it? I wasn't
rich he did not marry mo for my money,
and he must have loved me then; why
does he trea. me with 80 much neg
lect ?" And with hor mind filled with such
frightful queries, Lizzie fell asleep on the
sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay here.
She was blonde, with small graceful
figure and pretty face. The hair which
showed 6y its rich waves its natural tenden-
cy to curl, was brushed smoothly back.
and gathered into rich knot at the back
1T WAS such bother to curl it, she said
her cheek was pale, and the whole face
wore discontented expression. Her dress
WAS neat chintz wrapper, but abe wore
neither collars nor sleeves. "What's the
use Of dressing up just for WiIlam?"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
.Een awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed dreariIy at the
prospect Of the long interval still to be
spent before bedtime.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace.fue,
through the register, voice came to the
young wife's ears. It was her husbands.
"Well. Moore, what's man to do? must
have pleasure somewhere. Who would
have fancied that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty,
sprightly, and loving, could change to the
ffetful dowdy she is now2 Who wants to
stay at home to hear his wife whining all
the evening about her troublesome servants,
and her headache and all sorts of bothers
She's got the knack of that drawling
whine 80 pat 'pon my life I don't believe
she can speak plesantly."
Lizzie sat as ifstunned. Was this true
She looked in the glass. IF not exactly
dowdy, her costume was certainly not
suitable for an evening with only William to
admire. She rose, and softly went to her
room. with bitter. eorrowful thoughts, and a
firm resolution, to win back her husbands
heart, and then, his love regained, to
keep him.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual careless
manner, but a bright smile came on his
lips as be cav Lizzie. A pretty chintz,
with neat collar and sleeves of snowwhite
rpasiin, with a wreath Of soft full curls,
had really metamorphosed her; while the
blush her husbands adniring glance called
up to her check did not detract from her
beauty. At frat William thought there
must be guest, but glanciDg around, he
found they we're alone.
'Come, William, your coffee will soon
be cold" said Lizzie, In cheerful pleasant
voice.
''1t must COOL till you sweeten my break
fast with kiss" said her husband crossing
the room to her side, and Lizzie's heart
bounded as she recognized the old lover'e
tone and manner.
Not one fretful speech, not one COM
plant fell upon Williams ear through the
meal The newspaper, the usual solace
at that hour, lay untouched, asLizzie chatted
gaily on every pleasant topic she could
think Of warming by his grateful interest
and cordial manner.
"You will be at homs to dinner ?" she
said, as he went out.
"Cap't to-day, Lizzie, I've business out
OF town but I'll be home early to tea.
Have something substantial, for I don't
expect to dine. Good bye" And the smi-
ling look, warm kiss, and lively whistle we're
a meeked contrast to his lounging careless
gait Of the previous evening.
II am in the right path," said Lizzie in
low whisper. oh, what fool I have
been for the last two years. A fretful
dowdy.' William, you shall never say
that again."
Lizzie loved her husband with q real
"'tsiy devotion, and her lips would culver
as she thought Of the confidence to his
fr'end Moore; bat like brave little woman