The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-09-15

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yytsarnve their honeymoon. "Dollie,
f lie had said, with kiss, "when W
cease to love, we shall have ceased {
live; for life could be nothing withol
love-"
5 But now q cloud had comc-ver
small at first-not bigger than q man
hand-but yet q cloud. Dollie ha
never complained of fatigue or wear
ness and yet she was far from robust
On this particular morning she ha
risen with an aching head; but she dit
not tell of it. She did not smile as wa
her wont, and her husband asked he
what was the matter. His question
seemed to imply that her manner hat
frettcd him-therc was almost an accu
sation in it--and she replied, rather
shortly, "Nothing,"
"But there must be something. What
is it ?"
This, to the wife, rendered over
susceptible by her headache, seemed a
disputing of her word; and she an
swered, II tell you-nothing."
"But, Dollie, you wouldn't act so if
there was nothing the matter"
"Act howy' demanded the wife,
flushing under his direct charge.
"What have l done p
What could the husband reply to
thisP What single act of hers-what,
word, even--could be pointed out !?
Something in her manner had Jared
upon the sensitive cords of his heart,
and a cloud had come between them :;
but how could he tell it? How could
lie give to another an idea Of that which
had no form nor substance, and which
he had only perceived because it drop
ped q discord into the exquisite har-
mony Of his jealous lovcY lie could
make no plausible answer, and this
frctted him still more.
ooh, nothing, nothing" he said,
drawing back. "If you don't choose
to conlide in me, al! right
The wife's eyes flashed now, and she
spoke quickly-spoke so quickly, and
so fcelingly, that the husband was, in
turn, offended; and, with a hasty word
upon his lips, he went away to his
and made ready for the city,
which was distant but a few miles from
his suburban residence.
When Andrew Thurston returned to
he sittingroom, with his hat in his
land, he asked the question we have
already heard:
DO you want me to get anything
or you in town?'
How cold his voice sounded to the
wife who sat, with bowed ard aching
read, by the curtaincd window 1t did
lot sound like the voice CT her hus-
'and, and she did not look up. She
would wait until he came to kiss her,
IS he always did before he went away
nd then she might be able to speak
o speak upon his bosom, where she
ould hide her face--but she dared not
rust her voice now. She knew she
hould CRY if che spoke, and she would
OF have her husband sec her do that if
C were angry with her. But he did
OF come to her. He turned away
'ithou. another word, and was gone.
Andrew ThurstOn knew that Ills wife
lust have heard his question. and as ,
lie did not Immediately answer, he al +,
owed his anger to express itself in
am of the door as he went out. He +,
ulled on his gloves very vigorously, +,
nd stepped Off with measured and ma
site strides. But not long so. The +,
esh morning air famed his brow with !,
cooling influence, and he began to :,
ink. lie missed something. For the
st time since he had been married lie
as going away from home without his .
ife's kiss. Surely cloud had arisen ;,
pom the domestic horizon, and some :,
ling very much like storm had come .
pom their peace. He was unhappy; .
I'd the more he meditated, the more ;,
ihappy he became. h
"DolIie was to blame" he said to Il
mself. But this did not heal his il
ound.
II may have been hasty," he ac-
after further reflection.
But STILL" he assured himself, "she i
'itated me-" "
Thus he reached o point very far =
'm soothing or satisfactory in its in =
ence. He was forced to acknowl- =
&C that he had allowed himself, in a =
'ment Of irritation, to speak hastily :
d unkindly When he entered the
lin, he took his seat alone, in far &C