Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1870-02-17

Glove him! Why, isn't he my
hus band ?' was her 1adiUs reply.
Mrs. Van Howth laughed.
"Some women in society might
think that reason why you should
not love him !" she said ,drily. "And
he loves you also ?"
"I should die tomorrow, IL I
thought he did not!n -.-..-r
"Tut, childI People leave this
world when God wills it, not before.
dare say you would survive his in
fidelity. Many women before you
have lived through such things"
"Don't talk of it, MargaretI I
could not bear It'll Why, his love is
all the world to me! How could I
bear to lose it ?"
"Then don't wish him to be city
merchant, my dear. I dare say there
are great many good men in the
city-men who love their wives !;
but, on the other hand, there are SO
many temptatious, especially 'in So
ciety,i that / sometimes wonder, not
that so many go astray, but that SO
many remain true to themselves and
to their duty" -...,. f..,.
She spoke absently, and her eyes
had a far away glance, as If they
dwelt on other things.
Jenny ventured question. "a
Margaret, is yours happy mar
riage? Do you love your husband +?
And does he love you ?'' zlotf
Mrs. Van Howth started and turn
ed crimson.
"Jenny, would have loved him
I would have been q good wife to
him; but he never loved me. he
bought me to place at the head of his
house, because he thought me lady
| like and Interesting that was all.
He tod me SO once, though not quite
so plainly as this. And since then
we have each taken our own way,
/ independent of the other. seldom
see him at our house in town.
/ have my carriage, my diamonds, my
opera box. In the season Lgo to
| Saratoga or Newport, while he fav-
ors Long Branch with his presence.
We are perfectly polite to each other;
we never quarrel /; and / suppose
were to die tomorrow, he would be
| the most inconsolable of widowers-
for a week ! Jenny, you will not
| wish to change places with me again.
| Your husband might change as mine
has done exposed to the same temp
tations. Thank heaven that you
have him as he is, a true, good man, ,
who loves you; and never mind the
butter and cheese, Jenny, so long as
4 your OWL ndPDtucSS anu Ills u AAaOC
up with them.n
She rose from her feet, ,as she spoke,
and strolled down the garden path
alone.
Jenny did not follow her. She sat
on the step, lost in thought. The
riddle of her friends life was at last
made clear to her. She had often
wondered why Margaret, in the
midst of all her wealth and luxury,
should seem so sad and i'll at ease.
She wondered no longer now.
To be the wife of a man who has
no love for you? What"lo lower deep"
can there be for a proud and sensi-
tive woman than this 2
| Jenny turned, with tears in her
! eyes, to meet her erhandsome, ,stalwart
| husband, as he came from the Held |.
1Well, little woman J" he cried !,
and then she get the rough embrace
and the hearty kiss for which she
was looking.
Yes, Margaret was right! The
butter and cheese were of very little
consequence, while love like this
made her tasks easy to endure. .t
And the rosy-cheekedl little woman
bent fondly down over her Hiram" !"
as he flung himself on the porch seat,
and famed him, talked to him,
brought him cool lemonade, and
made him thoroughly happy and at
rest.
Poor Margaret Happy Jenny !
Never again would she wish to be
anything more than only farmers
wife IN, Y.:Ledger. ed ~ g7f|