The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-03-18
ty in support of my own opinion when it
was at variance with yours"

right to f1out another young lady in my
face, and claim that because she made
mistake, must have done SO, too. You
talk Queerly about this music, anyhow. If
you are as familiar with the piece as you
pretend, why did you practice it? 1 know
you are not right about that mistake,
and don't believe you think you are,
yourself"
If man had given Bob Carver the lie
so directly, suppose he would have
knocked him down. AS it was, he jump
ed up, without word, and went to his
room.
Lizzie played several very lively airs
with great animation, and was as merry
as bird until she went to bed.
Her apparent triumph over the matter
angered me, and | bluntly told her she
had been ill-natured and unlady-like;
whereupon she informed me that "chil-
dren should be seen and not heard"
At breakfast, next morning, all of us
had apparently recovered our good humor,
but there was something forced about
Bob's gayety, noticed that he and Liz
zie said nothing to each other. When he
left, he said he would not be back to sup
per. (He always dined down town. As
this was not altogether unusual, no one
but myself appeared to notice it, except
Clara, who looked at Lizzie with a sort of
81 told you so" glance.
Bob came home late that evening, and
we did not see him until next morning.
At breakfast Lizzie seemed about to say
something to him, once but did not do so.
Father, mother, and Clara went to
church. Bob and l concluded not to go,
and it was Lizzie's turn to stay at home
and superintend the preparation for
dinner.
We were accustomed to eating good din
ners on Sunday, as it was the only time
we could all eat that meal together and
take our time at it. We all enjoyed those
Sunday LInners keenly.
Just before the folks started to church,
Clara and Lizzie were talking earnestly
together, and Clara said, Yes, you ought
to do it, and do it at once" / gave no
heed to the words then, but afterward
knew what they referred to.
Father had sort of half-library, half
Office, up stairs, and there Bob and
went; he to take smoke and myself to
read.
After we bad been there short time,
Lizzie tapped at the door and walked in.
l asked her if she would have cigar, to
which she made NO reply, but walked di-
rectly toward Bob, who involuntarily got
up to meet her.
1 saw that they were about to make up
their quarrel; but as l had been present
at half dozen make-ups of theirs, l only
thought it necessary to gaze, with sudden
interest, out of the window.
Lizzie commenced: Mr.. Carver, l
was rude; / was provoked at what you
said at the table, and so forgot myself; I'm
sorry"
wished 1 had gone out; but they were
between me and the door, so l did not
know what to do.
Bob maintained an awkward silence for
few seconds. l began to feel interested.
l knew that that was pretty much Of an
apology for Lib to make to any one, and
mentally said if he did not accept it as
frankly as it was offered, he was a-well,
not what thought him.
Lizzie must have grown tired of his
silence, for she had turned around from
the window, when Bob said "StOp." She
turned toward him and he continued:
"Lizzie, don't think am such brute
as not to accept your apology. was only
at loss to find words to express my regret
at having provoked you into saying what
you did. 1t was all my fault"
"No, it wasn't" curtly returned Lizzie :;
and mentally concluded that they would
quarrel over this.
But Bob continued seriously, ard in a
most lugubrious tone, said, "Well, may
be it isn't. guess it is fate. 1t is the re-
suit, l suppose, of oversensitiyeness to
your indifference-or dislike"
"Bobr exclaimed Lizzie.
cts true" he said, :" can't help feeling
that you don't like me, and my uneasiness
leads me to act so as to increase your aver
SION"
l wished l had gone They seemed to
be settling not only their last quarrel, but
all they had ever had.
"You had no right to say that, Bob.
You-know-I dOn't-dislike you," said
Lizzie, actually breaking down and Sob
bing
guess he must have concluded that he
knew it, for he took her in his capacious
arms just as passed them on a rapid re
treat, terribly ashamed of not having gone
in the first place.
do not know what took place after I
| left, but SO far as dinner was concerned,
Lib might as well have gone to church.
Bridget got it all right, however, and
think it was about the happiest one We
ever did eat.
Happiness is contagious, and there
was enough of it in Lizzie's eyes alone
to have inoculated whole regiment with
| joy.
believe Clara saw the state of affairs
at once, and shared Lizzie's Joy to the
greatest possible degree.
Father and mother seemed to accept the
"era of good feeling" without explana-
ton, while Bob was insane.
He asked father about the sermon,
and on being assured that it was an
excellent one, said he would take little
of it.
Father asked him, WHAT" and he
said potatoes"
He helped himself to spoonful, and
then deliberately took spoonful of but
ter.
Mother significantly asked him if he
thought smoking agreed with him, and
he told her yes, he considered it delight
full exercise; and as he gave her this
novel assurance, he reached for the mo-
lasses and poured it over his potatoes and
butter.
This was too much for Clara and me.
and we burst into an uncomfortable fit
of laughter, which recalled Bob to his
senses; and, blushing crimson, he con-
fssed that he was absent minded, as he
had just been able to see his way clear in
q matter which had troubled him for
| months
i He then heartily joined in the general
laugh at his mistakes; Lizzie also joining
in, and blushing pink accompaniment &c
his deep crimson flush.
/ RAh nd fatl 49, L - 4.