The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-09-07

always I'll way" murmured Lizzie
Hays, sinking back upon the sofa. "Out
every night don't believe be cares one
bit about me now, and we've only been
married about two years No alan has a.
more orderly house, and am not a bit
eXtravagant, and yet don't believe he
I loves me any more. Oh, dear,why is it !?
| wasn't rich he didn't margy me for
money,and he must have loYed me then ;;
lWhy does he treat me with so much
neglect ?" and with her mind filed with
such fl etful queries, Lizzie Hays fell asleep
on the sofa.
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was a blonde, with a small,
graceful figure, and pretty face. The
hair, which showed by its rich waves its
natural tendency 20 curl, was brushed
smoothly back and gathered into d rich
knot at the back; her cheeks were pale,
and the whole face wore DISCONTINUED
depression. Her dress was a neat chintz
wrapper, but she wore neither collar nor
sleeves. whats the use of dressing up,
just for William ?"
| Lizzie slept soundly Tor two hours, and
then woke suddenly. She sat up, glanc-
ing at the clock, and sighed drearily at
the prospect of the long interval to be
spens alone before bed time
The library was just over the room In
Thich she sat, and down the furnace fue.
through the registers, a voice came to
! the young Wife's ears /; it was her hus-
bands
"Well, Moore, what's man to do L
was disappointed, and l must have
| pleasure somewhere. Who would have
fancied that Lizzie JARVIS, so pretty,
sprightly,and loving, could have changed
to the fretful doWdy she is now ? Who
wacts to stay at home to hear kls wife
whining all the evening about her trouble
some servants, and her headache, and all
sorts of bothers She's gothic knack of
that drawing whine SO bad that, pom my
life | don't believe she can speak pleasant
ly ?"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this true?
She looked into the glass. If not dowdy,
her costume was certainly not fit for an
evening at home, with none but William
to admire. She arose and went softly to
her own room, with bitter, sorrowful
thoughts, and firm resolution to win
: back her husbands heart-antl then, his
love regained, to keep it.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual careless
manner, but bright smile came to his
lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz
with pretty collar and sleeve Of snowy
muslin, and wreath of soft, full curls,
had really metamorphosed her, while the
blush her husbands admiring glance
called up to her cheek did not detract
) from her beauty. At first William thought
there must be a guest, but glancing round,
he found they were alone.
"Come, William, your coffee will be
stone cold" said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY and
pleasant voice.
breakfast with kiss" said her husband,
crossing the room to her side-and Lizzie s
heart bounded as she recognized the old
, lovers tones and manners.
Not one fretful speech, not one com
4! plant fell upon Williams ear during the
meal. The newspaper, his usual solace
during that hour, lay untouched as Lizzie
chatted gayly on every pleasant subject
she could think ot-warming by his
: gratifed interest and cordial manner.
"You will be home to dinner ?" she
said as he went out.
Cant to day, Lizzie, have business
out of town, but I'll be home early to tea.
Have something substantially AS don't ex-
pect to dine. Good-by," and the smiling
look, warm kiss and lively whistle were
marked contrast to his careless, lounging
gait of the previous evening.
81 am in the right path" said Lizzie, in
e a whisper go, what fool have been
for the last two years. A 'fretful dowdy.'
William, you shall never say tEat again y
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lips quivered as
she thought Of her husbands confidence
to his friend Moore, but, like a brave
little woman, she stifled back the bitter
feelings and stripped off to perfect her
plans. The grand piano was opened and
the linen covers taken from the furniture;
L lizzie thinking, "He shan't find any
parlors, more attractive than his own
am determined"
Tea time came and William came with
it, little figure, in tasty, bright silk
dress, smooth curls, stood ready to
welcome William as he came 10, and tea
time passed as the morning meal had
done.
After tea, there was no movement as
usual toward the hat rack William stood
up beside the table, lingering and chat.
ting, till Lizzie also arose. She led him
to the light, warm parlors,in their pretty
glow and tasteful arrangement, and drew
him down beside her on the sofa. He
felt as if he was counting over again, as
he watched her figures, busy with some
fancy needle work, and listened to the
cheerful voice he loved so we'll only two
years before.
"What are you making, Lizzie ?"
ga pair OF slippers. Don't you remem