The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-09-30

nance.
I'll talk to her about it sometime,
was his internal decision.
Daisy" he said, carelessly, when
dinner was over, I've asked oI9
Mrs. Burberry to come and spend
the day with you o-morroW.
"Oh, have you? I'm sorry, Tor l
| am engaged out to- morrow.
"0bs at Delmonieo's I've joined
WomaD's Rights Club, and We NEST
there to organize.
'The deuce take woman's rights!"
calculated the irate husband.
"Of course I don't believe In them,
but it's the fashion to belong to a club,
and such nice place to go to even
ings. / am dull here evenings.
Herbert"
Herbert's heart smote him, but he
answered, resolutely:
Il beg you will give up this ride.
ulous idea. What do women want of
clubs?"
What men do, I suppose"
But l don't approve of it at ALL"
p" You belong to three clubs,
That's altogether a different
matter"
but a0hy is it different?'
"Hem-why? because Of course
anybody can see Why-it's self
evident
II must be very blind" said Mrs.
Ainscourt, demurely, but confess
can't discriminate the essential diff
ference"
Herbert Ainscourt said no IN ore,
but he did not at all relish the change
that had lately come over the spirit Of
Daisy's dream. "A
went out driving, here, there, and
everywhere. He never knew when
he was certain of a quiet evening
with her; she joined not only the club,
but inuumeTable societies for a thou
sand and one purposes. which took
her away from home almost eontin-
ually. Mr.. Ainscourt chafed against
the bit, but it was useless. Daisy
always had an excuse to plead.
Presently. her mother-in law bore
down upon her, an austere old lady in
black satin and chestnut brown
wig.
Daisy, you are making my son
wretched."
Am II" cried Daisy. Dear me-.
l hadn't an idea Of it! What's the
trouble?" r4#
You must ask himself" said the
mother-i law, who belieVed-sen-
sible old lady-in young married peo-
ple's settling their own difficulties.
'All / know is the bare fact" ~.
Sc Daisy went home to the draw
ing-room, where Herbert lay OF the
sofa pretending to read, but in reality
brooding over his troubles.
What's the matter, HerbertY'
said Daisy, kneeling on the floor be-
side him, and putting her soft, cool
hand on his fevered brow.
THE matter? Nothing much,
only am miserable" he sullenly
answered fo1l
But why2" she PERSISTED.
Because you are so changed,
Daisy" 4,
"Hol0 am [ changed?"
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 how this is embitteripg
my ife?"
docs it make you unhappy" she
asked, softly.
You know that it does, Daisy"
And do you suppose I liked it,
Herbert?"
What do you mean2'' he asked.
II mean that l passed the first year
of my married life In just such lone
some way. You had no 'dOmesticity.
Club. drives, billiard playing, and
| champagne suppers engrossed your
whole time. l, your wife, pinned at
home alone.
But why didn't you tell me you
were unhappy
Because you would have laughed
at the idea, and called it woman's
within. l resolved, when we first mar
ried, to iritter away neither time nor
| breath in idle complaints. have not
complained; | have simply followed
your example. If it was not a good
one, whose fault was that? Not mine,
surely"
mo, Daisy, not yours"
| II don't like this kind of life"
went on Daisy. 1T is a false excite
ment--a hollow diversion; but I
persist in it for the same reason, [
suppose, that you did-because it was
the fashion. Now tell me, Herbert,
whether you prefer fashionable wife,
or Daisy?"
"Daisy--a thousand times Daisym
But Daisy can't get along with
theatre going, club living husband"
Then she shall have a husband
who fluids his greatest happiness at
his own hearth-stone-whose wife is
his dearest treasure-who has tried the
experience of surface and finds it
unsatisfactory. Daisy, shall we begin
our matrimonial career aneW?"
And Daisy's whispered answer was,
Eyes" Is 20
"But what must you have thought
of me all this timer" she asked him,
after little while.
Il know what | think nolC. :"
And what is that?"
II think said Mr.. Ainscourt,
with emphasis, shat you are the best
wife IN the world.
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