Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-03-06
AFATAL MISTAKE.

twas pretty little Drown hGuse, Will
,late-class windows, and fancifully carved
.ornice. CORN while the green plumes of the Ai-
sutbus trees brushed softly against the roof,
as # TREMENDOUSLY anxious to remind people
that summer was in it's golden prime. At
least such was the impression conveyed by
their unsyllabled murmur to Adrian Morley,
,a8 he came up the steps, and dexterously tit
ted his night key into the paneled rosewood
door.
well. auoth Adrian to himself, ''it is
pleasant toshave home to come to when
the days weary work is over!'
And j home like room is what he entered.
And Mrs. Morley, in her delicate little sew
Ing chair, with rainbow-hued avalanche of
Berlin woods about her, was toying with her
needle while her thoughts were far away.
She was rosy, brown-eyed little creature,
with full red lips, cheeks round and smooth
aS early peaches, and silky brown hair wav-
ing over her forehead in natural ripples-a
wae of whom tolerably reasonable man
might well be proud. But just at this mo-
ment there was discontented curve to the
mouth, droop in the fringed eyelids, that
Mr.. Morley understood tGo well.
Oracle, whats s the matter?'
Matter? nothing-only I'm tired to
death of being penned up here IN the city.
when everybody one knows is off having a
season of change
Adrian Morley sat down by the window,
rather dispirited and began tanning himself
with cover of book.
Il thought we had discussed and decided
that matter long ago, Grace 2"
No answer; Grace eyelldS only fell a de-
gree lower
Grace, | say-don't you hear me p
Yes, hear you.
well, then, do pay little attention
when fellow is speaking to you. Adrian's
sunny good temper was becoming little
chilled. You remember that told you
how very inconvenient it would be for me
to leave town this season-nay almost i'm
possible?''
The Grangers have gone :"
POssibly-b,t Granger is not in business.
And Mrs. Erhardt.
es; her husband don't care whether
his law Office is open or shut, as long as he
can help himself from the long purse.
Adrian how can you be so ill-natured p
u am only speaking the truth, my dear. "
But 1t is so stupid here-and all my
dresses are hanging useless in the wardrobe: +"
Can't you dress here as well as at a fash
lOnable watering place?''
Nonsense, Adrian.yeu know what /
mean perfectly well. There's nobody in
town to appreciate handsome toilette, and
and"
Adrian Morley sprang to his feet and be-
gan pacing impatiently up and down the
room.
Grace ou're not ridiculous enough to
cry over such an absurd grievance as this 2
1t too bad to cramp me up here When
trace did not say as she thought, when
my pretty face and winning manners would
create such a sensation in fashionable circles
she stopped short instead, and retreated
behind her embroidered pocket handker-
chief in focd of tears.
But Grace, arn't we very happy here,
IN our snug little homer"
1Ou may be, but l am miserable"
Miserable Oh Grace when [ should
wish no greater happiness than to sit down
mere By your side, night after night, and lis
Ten to your piano and look into your eyes,
Iast as | used to do in the counting days.
lou did not think it so monotonous then.
urace-my little wife-are we less dear to
each other now?'
T., am wearied to death by this humdrum
me, Adrian, pouted Grace, "and some
Hnange L must and will have
Ghange may not be for the better, Grace. !"
don't care whether it is or not
And you know what very disastrous cir
sumstances may ensue from my neglect OF
business just now
J. That's what you men always say, don
oeiieye there word of truth in it.
Adrian was silent for moment. He
5000 with contracted brow evidently con-
sdering.
!, am sorry | have not made home lit
peasans fspsated to fSI Mrs Masev petuen
Y. Anything but a man who IS always
harping about home; 1 often wish there
was no such word
Would it really add so much to your
RSspplness to spend month at Saratoga or