Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1866-09-29
The Way to Keep Him.

"Out again tonight ?" said Mrs.
Hayes, fretfully, as her husband rose
from the tea table and douned his great
coat.
eyes, have an engagement with
Moore /; shall be in early; have light
in the library. Good night" And with
a careless 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, aud yet
we've been married only two. years.
No man can have more orderly house
l am sure; 1 never 20 anywhere; ! am
not extravagant; and yet | don't be-
lieve he loves me any more. o! dear,
how is it T? l wasn't rich; he did not
marry me for my money, and he must
have loved me then; why does he treat
me with so much neglect ?" Aud with
her mind filled with such frighttul que
ries, Lizzie fell asleep on the sofa
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small,
graceful figure, and pretty face. The
hair, which showed by its ri,h waves
its natural tendency to curl, was brush
ed smoothly back, aud gathered into a
rich knot at the back-her cheek was
pale. and the whole face wore discon.
tented expression. Her dress was "a
neat chintz wrapper, but she wore nei-
ther collar nor sleeves. "What was
the use of dressing up just for Will
liam?"
Lizzie slept soundy for two hours,
and then awoke suddenly. She sat up,
glanced at the clock. and sis he'd drearily
at the prospect of the long il terval still
to be spent before bed tune.
The library was just over the ON in
which she sat, and down the furnace
tlue, through the register, a vuice came
to the young wife's ears. 1t was her
husbands.
"Well, Moore, what's a man to do !?
| must have pleasure somewhere. Who
would have fancied that Lizzie Jarvis,
so pretty, spriehtly and loving, could
change to the fretiul dowdy she is now?
Who wants to stay at home to hear hi
wife whining all the evening about her
troublesome servants, and her headache,
and all sorts of bothers She's got the
kuack of that drawing whine SO Dat,
pom my life I don't believe she cap
speak pleasantly
Lizzie sat as if stunned Was this
true? She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was certain
ly not suitable for an evening with only
William to admire She rose and soft
ly went to her room, with bitter, sor-
rowful thoughts, aud 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 care
less manner, but bright smile came
on his lips as he saw Lizzie A pretty
chlntz, with peat collar, and sleeves of
snow white muslin, with wealth of
soft full curls, had really metamorphos-
ed her; while the blush her husbands S
admirlng glance called up to her cheek
did not detract from her beauty. At
first William thought there must be a
guest; but glancing aro"nd him he
found they were alone
"Come, William dear, yo1r coffee will
soon be cold" said Lizzie, in a chez rful,
pleasant voice.
at must be cold until you sweeten
my breakfast with kiss" said her
husband, crossing the room to her side,
and Lzzie's heart bounded as she rec
ognizcd the old lovers tone and man.
ner.
Not one fretful speech, not one CON-
plaint fell upon William S ears through
the whole meal. The newspaper, the
usual solace at that hour, lay untouched
as Lizzie chatted gaily upon every
pleasant topic she could think of, warm
ing by his grateful interest and cordial
manner.
"You will be at home to dinner?'
she said, as he went out.
Cant to-day, Lizzie. l have bust
ness out of town, but III be home early
to tea. Have something substantial,
for | don't expect to dine. Good by
And the smiling look, warm kiss, and
lively whistle were marked contrast to
his lounging, careless gait Of the pre-
viuus evening.
81 am in the right path, said Lizzie
in low whisper. "Oh, what fool
have been for the past two years! "a
fretful dowdy! WiHiam you shall never
say that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lips would
quiver as she thought of the confidence
to his friend Moor; but like a brave
little woman she stifled back the bitter
feeling, and tripped off to perfect her
plans. The grand piano, silent for
months, was opened, and the linen GOV.
ers taken IRON the furniture, Lizzie
saying "He sha'n't find any parlors
more pleasant than his own, Tm deter
mined"
] Tea time came, and William with it.
A little figure in tasty, bright silk
dress, smooth curls, ard oh! such a
lovely blush and smile, stood ready to
welcome Will as he came in; and tea
time passed as the morning meal had
done. After tea there was no move
ment as usual toward the hat rack
William stood I'M beside the table. lin.