Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-10-06

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Can | go with you?''
Well-ahem-not very well, this time,
Daisy. You see, Mrs Frenchurch really
limited SO strongly for me to take her, that
couldn't help it. -
| "Very well, assented Daisy, meekly !;
and Herbert repeated within himself the
paen of praises he had chanted in Mr. Port
| cross ears: The best little wife in the
| world ~
But, notwithstanding all this, Mr. Aims
| court was not exactly pleased, when at the
self same Bal Masque, during the gay period
of unmasking, he saw his wife's innocent
face crowning the picturesque costume of
| Bavarian peasant girl.
''Hallol" he calculated, rather ungra-
ciously, ''yoa here ~
Yes" lisped Daisy, with girlish smile.
''You said everybody went. And oh, Her
BERT ism it nice p
Mr.. Ainscourt said nothing more, but
Mrs Frenchurch found him very stupid
companion for the remainder of the eve
| ming.
as he was, he found himself more punctual
than his wife, and the solitary meal was
half over before Mrs. Daisy tripped in, her
cashmere shawl trailing over her shoulders,
and dimpled checks all pink with the fresh
wind.
Am | behind time? Really I'm so
sorry! But we have been driving in the
park. and
I'VE! Who are ,se?" growled her hus-
band
why, Colonel Adair and 1.-The Colonel
Adair that you go out with so much. y
''Now look here, Daisy !" calculated Mr.
Ainscourt, rising from the table and push
ing back his chair, ''Adair isn't exactly the
man want you to drive with -
But you go everywhere with him ~
Il dare say--but you and | are two diff
ferent persons.
''Now. dear Herbert interposed Daisy
wiIiully misunderstanding him, you know
| never was bit proud, and the associates
that are good enough for my husband are
good CROUCH for me. Let me give you a
few more oysters.
Ainscourt looked sharply at his wife.
Was she really in earnest, or was there a
mocking undercurrent of satire in her tone?
But he could not d, eide, SO artless was her
countenance.
''I'll talk to her about it sometime, was
his mental decision.
Daisy" he said, carelessly when dinner
was over, Il We asked old Mr.. Barberry to
come and spend the day with you to NOR
row.
"Oh, have you I'm so sorry, for I'm
engaged out to morrow"
You! Where?"
'Oh, at DcImonico's 5. I've joined wo-
man rights club, and We meet there to or
ganize"
The duce take woman's rights!' - ejacu
lated the irate husband
''Of course don't believe in them but
it's the fashion TO belong to club, and
such nice place to go to evenings. | am
dull here evenings, Herbert.
Herbert heart smote him, but he an
swered resolutely:
Il leg you will give up this ridiculous
idea. What do women want of clubs?'
What men do l suppose. .
Bat don't approve of it at all. y
6 Yoa belong TO three clubs, Herbert.
That's altogether different matter
But ,chy is it different ?''
''Hem-why? because-of course anybody
can see why-its self evident"
Il must be very blind" said Mrs, Aims
court, demurely, but l confess can dis
criminate the essential difference.
Herbert Ainscourt said no more, but he
did not at all relish the change that had
lately come ever the spirit of Diasy S dream.
She dill change somehow. She went out
driving, here, there and everywhere. He
never knew when he was certain of quiet
evening with her she joined not only the
club, but innumerable societies for thous-
and purposes. which took her away from
home almost continually. Mr.. Ainscourt
chafed against the bit but it was useless.
Daisy always had an excuse to plead.
Presently her mother-in law bore down
u pom her, IN austre old lady in black satin
and a chestnut brown wig.
Daisy, you are making my son wretch
ed. y
''Am I?'' cried Daisy. Dear me had
n any idea of it. What the trouble?''
You must ask him yourself, said the
mother-in law, who believed-sensible old
lady-in young married people settling their
difficulties themselves. 'All know is the
bare lact
So naisy went down to the drawing room,
where Herbert lay on the sofa pretending
to Rad, but in reality brooding over his
troubles.
What's the matter, Herbert p said
Daisy, kneeling on the floor beside him, and
putting her soft, cool hand on his fevered
brow.
''The matter? Nothing much, only am
miserable" he sullenly answered.
but why?' she persisted.
Because you are so changed, Daisy.
''Ho,o am | changed2"