Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-04-10

husbe nd = sake said; "it's natural he
should feel as he does. and whom you
grow older aud sec moro OF society. you
will understand these things better. When
the goyerness comes you really must np-
ply, and III / can be OF the alightest assis.
lance to you, you have ouly to eommspd
me
Little Mrs. Hillary shook her pretty
ringeis despondingly, ~ ' 80
you're very good, Miss Ingorsoll, and
I'll try, of course. 10 please Louis; but
know beforehand It's oil of no use. aul
awiully stupid aud always was, aud he ex-
poets me 70 know everything IN n year
but how eau IL Sometimes wish be had
never married me, though j love him "
dearly, aud am so proud OF him; but l'm
only a silly, iguoran, little creature, and
know he'll get tired OF me by and by
You would have suited him better, Miss
Ingersoll--you are lady eft.g.ise
laughed rather scornfully. Tho mir
ror opposite showed our two faces; she 90
youthful aud pretty; |. 80 old and plain.
Much my education would weigh In the
balance with man like Louis Hillary.
The goyerness came early the following
woek--a handsome, fair haired blonde
highly accomplished and elegant as q
young queen. Miss fremont, | thought
from the first, rather disposed to give her.
self airs; she was supremely seli-conscious,
not to say naughty, with u drst-rate opin
ion Of her good looks and refined manners,
her singing, and playing, and eonversa-
ton. She was younger than | by four or
five years, but she pstronired me magnif-
Gently from the FIRST; aud as to Mrs. Hill
larry, she treated her precisely like young
child in leading strings.
"Do this, my dear" and "No, you
musn'tmy love-" was her prenonitory ad-
dress to the mistress of the house before
she had been two hours in it.
81 hate herl" burst out poor Mrs. Hill
larry in confidence TO mo that night; "and
| won't do as she does, not if die for i'll
What business has she to order me about
so, and correct me every moment? I'm a
married woman, and ought to be mis-
tress here. I'll make Louis send her away
again."
But Louis peremptorily refused to send
away Miss fremont. She sang and played
beautifully, and Mr. Hillary's hobby was
music. If she had been plain, and twenty
eight, like Miss Ingersol, the seamstress,
l don't know how it would have been
his pretty wife's tears and enireaties might
have had their effect; but the azure eyes,
and amber hair, and pale, proud face, and
brilliant manners had had their influence
u III surprised at you, Lena" Mr.. Hill
larry said, sharply; Il shall certainly do
nothing of the kind. You must obey
Miss fremont, and acquire her graceful
ease of manners and flow Of conversation.
You will never be able to sing and play
as she does, but | insist upon your respect
ing her and using her the best you eau"
1t was the first quarrel between the hus :
band and wife.
Lena cried all the night, like a grieved
wayward child; and her husband, deeply
displeased, looked chilly into her full face
and heavy eyes next morning. Was he re-
GREETING his marriage already? Was the
hot, undisciplined love dying out of his
hekle heart even noS2
Miss fremont was more brilliant a.
breakfast than even the night before, and
she and Mr. Hillary had all the talk to
themselves. The governess ignored the
sesmstress, and decidedly snubbed the
wife; but upon the handsome master of
the house her brightest smiles and most
dazzling sallies were brought to bear.
That was the beginning of the end.
Slowly, but surely, Mr.. Hillary and his
wife grew estranged; slowly but surely,
the artful spells of the fair haired COVER
ness were OyerpOweriDg him. She was
his constant companion through the bright
spring days, strolling with him on the
seashOre, sailing with him over the pla-
cid waters, or riding on horseback with
him over the quiet country roads.
But Miss fremont was eminently
proper in it all; she was good deal too
crafty to be anything else, and always
made point foE asking Mrs. Hillary to
accompany them on these agreeable ex-
peditiOns.
If Mrs. Hillary sulked and refused,
how was she to blame? She must have
the air, and she must have an escort, aud
the seamstress as a companion was not to
be thought of.
At home, it was just as bad. She sat
at the piano for hours and played, and
sang and sang with that infatuated man
hanging over her until my fingers tingled
to knock their heads together, or smash
the piano keys.
Mrs. Hillary never interfered. She
grew silent and sullen, positively refused
to take a lesson from Miss fremont, and
moped herself away in mute jealousy to
a shadow. She even avoided my COM
panionship, and took to shutting herself
up in her room to cry by herself, or wan
dering solitary and fcrlorn, down on the
shore, and among the rocks.
One afternoon-shall ever forget it?
Mr.. Hillay and Miss fremont came home
from ride, barely escaping a storm.
The wind was high, rain was begin ming
to fall, and they hurried laughingly into
the house to find only me alone.
"Mr. Hillary" | said eoldly, shave you
seen your wife? She left the house about
an hour ago, in the direction of the beach,
aud fear will be caught in the storm.
Perhaps you had better 60 in search of
her." =
Mr.. Hillary scowled angrily and MT
tered something under his breath, as he
left the room.
Mrs. fremont stood looking out dream
lily at the darkening sky.
1.-THE silly chiidl What could tempt
her out on such n day?'