Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1871-05-11


e them, and l followed her example tt
! a letter. AS the stove was moder
5 ately warm, they baked pretty fairly
t and | dried my eyes, and began to
: set the table with something like re,
, viving hope. Six o'clock found
: everything in readiness, and my
! handsome husband in his seat, with
/ his old friend on one hand, and
, aunt Debbie on the other.
l "These are capital trout, Wat,
, he said, as he helped him to them.
5 Il ordered them purposely when
t heard You were in town. Do them
: justice, now; and take a roll-my
wife is famous for good bread
l could hear my heart palpitate,
and my hand trembled so that
could scarcely pour out the muddy,
unsettled coffee. Mr.. Seymour put
out his small, delicate hand and took
a roll, broke off its black top,
!, glanced at it's heavy, spongy middle,
and pushed it aside. 1t was rather
heavy, he thought; and he was COM
PEELED to avoid everything indigest-
ible, he was so prone to dyspepsia.
| Owen swallowed 4 bitter mouthful
of burned trout with look of ex-
cessive annoyance.
"The rolls are heavy" he said !;
''your yeast must have failed, Mag;
but try q bun. Wat-Mag makes
prime buns
Mr.. Seymour took one, tasted it,
and laid it beside his roll. Owen,
who had taken one, also, looked up
in utter astonishment.
Why, Mag?"
"Well, what now* ] retorted,
pettishly.
"You've made a mistake, child"
said aunt Debbie, quietly; "you've
put salt in your buns instead of SUI
gar. Wait moment, Mr.. Seymour,
till slice some cold bread"
She rose with gentle dignity and
self-possession, while 1, utterly un-
able to control my feelings, burst
into tears.
Maggie" said my husband, Sc
verely, ''if you're going to act like a
a child, you'd better go up to your
room.'
l needed no second hint. The
next instant found me in my own
chamber, and the door double lock-
ed. was too deeply hurt, too much
mortified, too angry, to be reason
able; so I threw myself on the rug
berore the fire, and cried myself into
a fit of nervous headache. Owen
had treated me cruelty, and l had
tried so hard to please him. / lay
there, hour after hour, with that
one thought in my mind. At last 1
heard his step upon the stairs. He
paused at the door, and, finding it
locked, tapped once or twice; but 1
made no movement in answer. He
raped again, and then called, "Mag-
gle, are you asleep?"
He was sorry, eager to make all
right between us, could tell by the
tone of his voice, vet 1 replied stub
bornly, ''No; but 1 don't wish to be
disturbed.
Every well!' and the moment af-
ter l heard the street door close be-
hind him.
1t was very late when he returned.
I had unlocked my door, certain
that he would come in; but, to my
infinite surprise and aggravation,
he passed on to his dressing-room,
without even so much as pausing.
We had never spent single night
apart since our marriage; and it
seemed terrible to lie there alone.
The hours were dreadfully long and
lonely. Once or twice 1 was sorely |
tempted to go to him, and beg him |
to forgive me; but my pffde kept me |
back. / was not to blame-I had
tried to please him. After all, aunt |
Debbie was in the right, L ought not
to have married so young. Oh! i'll
l were only a girl again. The fet-
ters, which had hitherto seemed only |
sllken bonds of love, cut like CALLING
chains. Toward daybreak, despite
my burning hand and aching heart,
l fell into troubled sleep, from
which did not awake untilylate in
the morning. l hurried down to
the kitchen, determined, if possible,
to atone for the delinquencies of |
the previous evening.
But aunt Debbie had forestalled
me. / found the kitchen in trim
order, and q breakfast on the stove,
that Dorcas herself might have
cooked. Owen was walking up and
down, uneasily; and aunt Debbie
was evidently endeavoring to quiet
him. He turned sharply as / en-
tered. ....
"Fm glad you've come down,
Maggie" he said. 81 didn't think
you'd indulge your temper so far as
to absent yourself from the table"
His words set me all ablazc.
81 shall do as | please" / re-
torted.
"Undoubtedly," turning on his
heel; you've given us good proof
ofyour self-will already"
"And you've given me as good
proof of your good manners, to say
no more; insulting me last night in
the presence of stranger, after l
had done the best l could" I re-
piled. ..
"Your best, Mag?" with singing
contempt; "Heavens save us from
your worst, thenh'
"You shall be saved from any
such efforts of mine for the future,
sir. Cooking, wasn't my vocation
before married-it shan't be now"
81 trust not, for the sake of my
inner man."
His bantering sarcasm stung me.
/ broke out passionately.
eff you had been a good hus-
band you wouldn't have left me here
with all this drudgery on my hands.
l was not raised for cook"
"More's the pity"
"More's the pity that l married
you, you'd better say" l went on,
bursting into tears. Il wish had
listened to my friends; but it's not
too late to remedy the evil now. !
shall 60 back to my father
g. wish you wouldr'
The response startled me into my
senses. Did he really wish so? II