Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1869-08-26

out he coulu nOt ucclut, 30 hrtiess WAS uci
countenance.
81 will talk to her about 1t sometime,
was his internal decision.
"Daisy," he said carelessly, when dinner
was over, "Ive asked old Mrs. Barberry tt
come and spend the day with you to-mor
row."
"Oh, have you? I'm sorry, for / an
engaged out tomorrow.
"You! Where?'
"Oh, at Delmonico's. I've joined a wo
mans rights club, and we meet there TO or
ganize.'
"The deuce take woman's rightsl" ejacu
lated the iraie husband.
| "Of course don't believe in them, bu
It's the fashion to belong to club, and suct
a nice place to go evenings. am dull her,
evenings, Herbert.
Herberl's heart smote him, but he an
swered resolutely:
81 beg you will give up this ridiculous
idea. What do women want of clubs?'
" What men do, suppose"
| bu's hVh uppioNC vi IL uils
" You belong to three clubs, Herbert"
I" hats altogether different NATTER"
:" But why is it different?"
" Hem-why? because-of course any.
body can see why-it's self-evident."
=" must be very blind, said Mrs Aims
court, 'lemurely, "but confess l can't dis
criminate the essential difference"
Herbert Ainscourt said no more, but be
did not at all relish the change that had
lately come over the spirit of Daisy's dream.
She did change somehow. She went out
driving here, there, and everywhere. He
never knew when he was certain of quiet
evening with her; she had not only Joined
the club, hut innumerable societies for q
thousand and one purposes, which took hei
away from, home almost continually. Mr..
Ansconrt chafed against the bit, but it was
useless. Daisy always had an excuse to
plead.
Presently her mothcr-in-law bore down
upon her, an austere old lady in black satin
aud Il chestnut wig.
"Daisy, You are making my son very un-
happy"
Am II" cried Daisy. I" Dear me,
hadn't an idea of it! What's the trouble ~
"iou must ask himself, said the mother
in-law, vino bclieved-scnsiblc old lady-in
young married people settling their own
difficulties "All know is the bare fact. u
So Daisy went home to the drawing-ronm,
where Herbert lay ON the sofa pretending to
read, but in reality brooding over his
troubles.
"Whais TIC matter, Herbert said Daisy,
kneel'ng IN the floor beside him, and putting
her soft, cuol hands ON his fevered brow.
''rhe matter? Nothing much. only am
miserable, he sullenly answered.
But why p she persisted.
Because you are SC changed, Daisy"
g How am changed r
" You are never at home; you have lost
the domesticity which was, in my eyes, your
greatest charm. never have you to myself
any more. Daisy, don't you see that this is
embiliering my life p
Does it make you unhappy she asked
softly.
" You know that it does, Diisy."
Sand do you suppose liked ii, IIerbert?"
6 What do you mean ?" he asked.
81 mean TINT passed the first year of my
married life in such Il lonesome way. You
had no 'dumeslicity.' Clubs, drives, billiard
playing, and champagne suppers engrossed
your whole time. l, your wife, pued at
home alone"
"But why didn't you tell me you were un-
happy?'
=" Because you would have laughed nj the
idea, and call it woman's whim. resolv-
ed, when we first married, to filter away
neither time nor breath in idle complaints.
have not complained; have simply fol-
lowed your example. If was not good
one, whose fault was thut? Not mine, sure
ly."
No, Daisy, not yours"
81 don like this kind of life," went on
Daisy. 1t is a false excitement-a hollow
diversion; but persist in it for the same
reason, l suppose, that you did-because it
was in the fashion. Now tell me, Herbert,
whether you prefer fashionable wife, or
Daisy?"
"Daisy-a thousand times, Daisy"
"But Daisy can't get along with theatre
going, club-lving husband
"Then Daisy shall have husband who
finds his greatest happiness at his own
hearth stone-whose wife is the dearest
who has tried the experience of the surface
and finds it unsatisfactory. Daisy, shall we
begin our matrimonial career anew?'
"And Daisy's whispered answer was,
eyes
"But what must you have thought of me
all of this time r. she asked him after little
while.
81 know what think now"
"And what is that ?"
81 Think said MIR. Ainscourt, with EN-
phasis, that you are the best little wife in
the world"