The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-22

4FSc, After our tolls are past
WiA give us rest ut last.
S'FTHE HUSBAND oUTwITTED.
Aweek at tho watering place, and most
of the time each day spent in the COM
pany of Mr.. Maxwell, the gentleman
Miss Elsworth's old friend, Ned Whitta-
ker, had introduced to her one morning
on the piazza. She had sailed with him,
had sttolled with him, or ridden with
him along the shores on the moonlight
evenings, and she had danced with him
in the thronged drawing
Miss EIsworth was not a hirt, who dis
tributed her ikings among many gentle
mem; and she had found her ideal we'll
nigh realized in Mr.. MAXWELL. Only the
evening before, their talk had withdrawn
itself sfrom general topics, which to each
other had been congeaial, and in her
admiration of his intelligence and man.
illness, abe had encouraged an approach
to that personal sort Of conversation
which relates to love and matrimony.
And now, to find Mr.. Maxwell, this
morning, with his coat off and smiths
apron on, engaged in mending lock
He was doing it publicly: The lock was
on the'door that led to the middle of the
lulu HAdIAuy vNhCA0 ehO 4nohAOAhUlJ
dressed ladies and gentlemen were sitting
or promenading.j
His back was toward her as she ap-
preached, leaning on the arm :f her
friend Annie West. She recognized him,
looking intently at him, gave her COM
panionfover to o party of young ladies
near, md then stopped and spoke to
him.
"Do you like that sort of work, Mr..
MAXWELL 2"
ST do. Miss Ellsworth. Ibelieve am
q natural mechanic.
cit appears odd to see you do this,"
s'It is :ny trade" he replied, rising
from his work and turning to her.
Her cheek blanched little. "Your
trade ?'' she said family.
stMy trade, Miss Ellsworth. The pro-
prietor shid the lock needed mending,
and I told him I could mend it for
him."
The party Of girls came along just then.
After wondering at Mr.. Maxwell awhile,
and Laughing at him, they proposed o
ride. There were three carriages among
them all these would take the party.
Ned Whitaker here joined them.
tsWhat the deuce are you about here?"
he exclaimed to Mr.. Maxwell. "Ah,"
he added, as the latter turned and glanced
at him {" but while you are here you
might as we'll enjoy yourself.
Mr.. Maxwell excused himself from
joining the party, and they all went away,
leaving him to complete his work.
Miss Ellsworth left him without O word
at parting.
''It is WELL, he muttered to bimself.
s'If she cannot take me as am she is not
worthy OF me- The woman that marries
me must take me for myself"
He stood and looked after her until she
had disappeared. She did not once thrn
to look back.
He gave his shoulder shrug, com.
pressed his lips, uttered cynical
s'humph!" and turned TO finish his work.
'.Let it be 30, he muttered, when he
was through, and was putting on his
coat. 81 thought perhaps had found a
woman after my own heart. But let it
be SO. Amidst this world of wealth and
fashion, she, too, has lost her soul. Let
her CO."
He avoided her thereafter. He did not
seek to catch her eye for bow of recog-
milton. When she entered tho drawing
room where he was, he would go out by
another way. Buthe was moro than ever
in the company OF Ned Whitaker. Ned
in passing to and fro between Miss Els
worth and him, served still as a sort of
link between them.
"You are cynical fellow" said Ned
one day. "Why don't you take people
asthey are9 You will find good enough
in them"
"But they won't take me as am; that
is the trouble"
"Poohl You see yourself that she al
lows no other suitors to accompany her.
Don't you see that she is alone, or with
the girls most of the time?"
"Her heart is full Of vanity"
"Pshawl She is trained to luxurious
notions, that's oil.
Manwell's trunk was awaiting him and
the stage, outside on the piazza, ct the
time this conversation was going on. On
tho trunk were his initials, ''G. NJ"
Miss Ellsworth, passing that way, saw the
initials--not by chance, for she had been
very busy scrutinizing the trunks that