Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-03-27
THE ;Tay TO Keep Him.

"Out again to night?a SAID Mrs-1I-yes,
NY, g tF K,,sIanti rnSs. tho tca-ta-
ble. and donned his great coat.
Yes, have an engagement :7ith Moore,
shall 1e in carly; have light ~ the libra
ry. Coed night" Aud with careless nod,
William Hayes left the room.
.AlvIays the way," murmured Lizzie Hayes
sinking back upon the soia Out every night.
don't believe he cares one bi. about me
now. and vet w,,'ve been married only two
years. No man can have " more orderly
house am sure. never - any wnerr. am
not bit e.travagaut and get don't believe
he loves me any more. o. dear, why IS II l
wasn't rich; he did not marry me for my
money. and he must have loved me then ;
wby does he treat inc with 81 much n'gccS =
And with hcl mind filled with such frightfuI
queries, Lizzie fell asleep on the sofa.
Let ue paint her picture as she lay here
She was q blonde, with small graceful figure
and a pretty face. The hair Which showed
by its rich waves its natural tendency to curl,
was brushed smoothly back, and gathered
INTO rcn knot at the back-it was snch
bother to curl it, she said-her cheek was
pale, and the whole face wore discontented
expression. Her dress was neat chlntz
wrapper, but she wore neither collars nor
sleeves. "What's the use Of dressing up just
for William ?" !,
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. Size sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the pros
pect Of the long interval still to be spent be-
fore bedtime.
The library was just over the room in
which she sal, and down the furnace tue,
through the register, voice came to the
Young wifes ears. 1t was her husbands.
aWell, Moore, what's man to do? | must
have pleasure somewhere. Who would have
faucied that Lizzie Jarvis, Sc pretty, spright'y,
and loving. could change 10 !he trctful dowdy
she is now Who wants to Say at home to
hear his vile whining ali the evening about
her troublesome servants. and her headache
and all sorts of buthers? She's rot the knack
Of that drawing whine SO pat, 'pou my life
don't believe She can speak pleasantly"
Lizzie sat rs ii stunned. Was this true
looked in the glass. Ii 20; exactly dowdy,
her costume was certainly not suitable for al
evening with only William 10 admire. She
rose. and softly went to her room, with bitter
slrrowful thoughts, and firm resolution. to
w,n back ler husbands heart, and then, bis
love regained, to keep him.
The next morning William came into tue
breakfast room with his usual careless man
ncr, but bright shine came on his lips as he
saw Lizzie. \ pretty chlaiz, with ueat cola!
and sleeves Of snow.whtc muslin, with a
| wreath of soft full cr.ls, had really metamor'
rboscd her; while the BLUSH her husbands
aim;ring glance called up 10 her cheek did
not detract from her beauty. At first William
thought there must be a guest, but glancing
around, he found they were alone.
"Come, William, your coffee will soon be
cold" said Lizzie, in cheerful pleasant voice
"It must cool till you sweeten my break
fast with kiss said her husband crossing
the room to her side, and Lizzie's heart bound
ed as she recognized the old lovers tone and
manner.
Not one fretful speech, not one complaint
fell upon Williams ear through the meali
The newspaper, the usual solsce at that hour
Law untouched, as Lizzie cbatted gaily on
every pleasant topic she could think OF, warm
ing by his grateful interest ard cordial man
ner.
"You will be at home to dinner ?" she said
as he went out.
aCan't to-day, Lizzie. I've business out oI
town but I'll be home early to tea. Have
something substantial, for don't expect to
dine. Good-bye." And the smiling look
warm l.iss, and lively whistle were marked
contrast to his loungng careless gait Of the
p evious evening.
II am in the right path" said Lizzie in q
low whisper. "Oh, what fool have been
for the las. two yearsl A fretfu dowdy.'
William, you shall never say that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with real wifey
devotion, and her lips would quiver as she
thought of the confidence to his friend Moore
but ike a brave little woman she stilcd back
the bitter feeling, and trirped off to perfect
her plans. The grand piano, silent for months
was opened, and the linen coSaSs taken frosu