The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1870-10-14
The Way to Keep Him.

Haynes fretfully, as her husband rose
from tea table and donned his grey
coat.
"Yes; | have an engagement with
Moore shall be in early; have light
in the library goodby BY" And with a
careless nod William Haynes left the
room.
"Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Haynes, sinking back upon a sofa
"Out every night, | don't believe he
cares one bit about me now, and yet we
have been married only two years. No
man can have mole orderly house, and
| never go anywhere. | am not ex-
travagant, and yet don't believe he
loves me any more. o dear why is
it wasn't rich; he didn't marry me
for my money, and he must have loved
me then. Why does he treat me with
so much neglect 2" And with her mind
filled with such frightful queries, Lizzie
Haynes fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small
graceful figure, and very pretty face.
The golden light hair, which showed by
its rich waves its natural tendency to
curly, was brushed smoothly back and
gathered into a rich knot at the back,
sit was such bother to curl it," she
said her cheek was pale, and the whole
face wore discontinued expression
Her dress was a neat chintZ wrapper,
but she wore neither collar nor cuffs,
"What's the use Of dressing up just for
William ?" Two years previous to that
she would have been willing, not only
to "dress up" for her "darling Willie, y
as she then called him, but done most
anything else that was reasonable.
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours,
and then awoke suddenly. She sat up,
glanced at the clock, and sighed dreari
Iy at the prospect of the long interval
still to be spent before bed time.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and dowr the furnace hue,
through the register, voice came to the
young wifc'S cars; it was her hus
bands.
DWELL, Moore, what's man to-do 7"
| was disappointed, and | must have
pleasure somewhere. Who would have
fancied that Lizzie Jarvis, SO pretty,
sprightIy, and loving, could change to
the fretful dowdy she is now. Who
wants to stay at home to hear his wife
whining all the evening about her SER
wants and her headache and all sorts of
bothcrs! She's got the knack of that
drawing whine so pat, pom my life, |
don't believe she can speak pleasantly"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this
true She looked in the glass. If not
exactly dowdy, her costume was GER
tainly not suitable for an evening, with
only William to admire. She rose, and
softly went to her room with bitter, sor-
rowlul thoughts and firm resolution to
win back her husbands heart and then,
his love regaincd, to keep it.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room, with usual careless
manner but bright smile came on his
lips as he saw Lizzie. a pretty chintz
with neat collar and cuffs of snowy linen,
with wealth of soft, full curls, had
really metamorphoscd her; while the
blush her husbands admiring glance
called up to her check did not detract
from her beauty. At first William
thought there must be a guest; but
glancing around he found they were
alone. ..Come, William your coffee will
be soon cold, said Lizzie, in cheerful,
pleasant voice.
at must cool till you sweeten my
breakfast with a kiss, said her husband,
crossing the room to her side, and Liz
zie's heart bounded, as she recognized
the old lovers tone and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one com
plant fell upon Williams ear through
out the meal The newspaper, the us
ual solace at that hour, lay untouched,
as Lizzie chatted gayly on every pleas
ant subject she could think OF, warming
by his graceful interest and cordial man
ner.
"You will DO home to dinner Z she
SAID, as ne Neht "ut'
Cant to-day, Lizzie; l have bust
ness out of town but I'll be home early
TO tea. Have something substantial, for
| don't expect to dine. Good bye, and
the smiling look, warm kiss, and lively
whistle were a marked contrast to his
lounging, careless gait the previous
evening.
Il am in the right path, said LIZZIE,
in low whisper. ooh! what iooi l
have been for two years "A frettul
dowdyr William you shall never say
that again" =,
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lips would quiv-
er as she thought of his confidence to
his friend Moore; but like brave little
woman, she stiAed back the bitter feel
ings and tripped off to perfect her plans.
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