The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1871-12-19
Blue Eyes Behind the Veil.

tired behind the newspaper, and de-
voured his eggs and toast without
vouchsafing any reply to the remarks
of the fresh. looking little lady oppo-
site, to wit: Mrs. Edge. But she was
gathering together her forces for the
final onslaught, and when at length
Mr.. Edge had got down to the last
paragraph, and laid aside the paper, it
came.
Dear, didn't you say you were going
to have a hundred dollars for my new
iurs, to-dayp
what furs2 (rather shortly was
this spoken 'Pshawl What is the use
of being So extravaganza l have no
money to lay out in useless follies.
The old ones are good enough for any
sensible woman to wear
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul
that she was, relapsed into obedieut
silence. She only sighed soft inward
sigh and presently began new at
tack.
Henry, will you 60 with me to my
aunt to-hlSnt
Can't you go aloneY
Alone, how it would look = Mrs
Els temper--for she had one, though il
did not often parade itself-was arous
ed. You are SO neglectiul to those lit
tie attentions you used to pay me once
you never walk with me, nor pick NJ
my handkerchief, nor notice my dres.
as you once did.
! We'll, u fellow can't be forever wait
ing Gn women, can heY growled MIR
Edge.
You could be polite enough to Mrs
Waters, last night, when you nevel
thought to ask whether Fwanted any
thing, though, you knew perfectly wei
that | had II hea'lache-I don't believ,
you care as much for me AS you uset
to- And Mrs. Edge looked extreme
I ly pretty with the tears in her blu
eyes and quiver on the round, ros,
lips.
'Pshaw,' said the husband peevishly
Now don't be silly, Maria.
And in the stage, yesterday, yo1
never asked me if was warm enough
or put my shawl around me while Nj
Brown was SO affectionate 10 his wife
1t was mortifying enough, Henry; in
Geed it was
Il didn't know women were sue
fools, said Mr.. Edge as he drew on hi
overcoat, to escape the tempest whic
was fast approaching. Am the sol
Of man to make a ninny of myse
doing the polite to any sort of femal
creature? Did you ever know me I
be conscious whether woman had o
shawl or swall0w-tailed c0atY
Maria eclipseG the blue eyes benin
little pocket-handkerchief, and Hel
ry the savage, banged the door lou
enough to give Betty in the kitchen
nervous start.
Raining again ] do believe We a
going to have second edition of Il
4, deluge, said MIR. Edge TO himself, th
evening, as he ensconced SIX feet
iniquity into the southwest corner
the car ut city hall. Go ahead, CO
ductor, cant you see we are full, al
it is dark alreadyY
In one minute, sir, said the co
ductor, as he helped little wolna
with basket, on board. Now, s.
move up little, if you please
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly conf
table and did not want to move, ;
the light of the lamp falling on t
pearly forehead and shining, gold
\ hair of the conner he altered his mil
. and moved up.
What Iurely eyes, quoth he me
tally, AS he bestowed single ackno,
s. edging smile Real violet, the yc
color most admire! Bless me wi
business have old men like me to
thinking about eyes. There she |
drawn coniounded veil over her ia
and the light is as dim as tallow d
but those were pretty eyesl'
The fair possessoG Of those blue el
shivered slightly and drew her mi
tilla close around her shoulders.
Are you cold, Miss? Pray hoI
b. me by wearing my shawl. | do /
is, need it myself
she did not refuse-she murmul
o. some faint apology for troubling h
but it was not refusal.
No trOubie-uot a OF, said he, "
alacrity, arranging it oD her taper
shoulders, aud then as the young Ia
haEded her fare 10 the conductor,
said 10 himself, "what slender lii
hand if there is anything / admire
a woman it is a pretty hand. Won,
what kind Of mouth she has got
must be delightful one if it corr
ponds with the hair and eyes-plsi
take the veil ''
But plague whoever that mysti
power may be, did not take possess
of the veil, so Mr.. Edges curio,
about the blue eyed damsel renaiI
sS- unsatisfied.
Have you room enough, Miss 7
Ic'' fear you are crowded. Pray cit
oe tie closer To me.
Thank you, sir. was the soft re
coming from behind the veil, as
: Edge rehected-like an angel from
'h- n dark cloud. And his heart gave a la
eli thump as the pretty shoulder toue
mp his own shaggy overcoat in hesi
lT iGo ing sort Of way.