The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-10-07

situations with me-
"Perhaps not. But would you not like to
change with me"
"Yes."
'And you bO Mrs Won Howth instead Of
Ms. Hiram Parker"
Jenny hesitated. She loved her handsome
husband dearly.
"Well, | don't mean that want to give
up Hiram, only wish he was q city mer.
chant instead Of farmer, and as rich as
your husband Is, that Is all" ....
"And that is n great deal Jenny, II your
wish could be granted, do you know what
yonr lie would be ?" said 1iH. Won Howth
coldly.
"What yours is, l suppose. What any
lady's Is in your position"
HBut what Is that lief Do you knowW
"How slouldIp
at Is u weary one, Jenny, with more
genuine hard work in II than In all your max
ing Of butter and cheese"
"ol Margaret"
"And o Jenny, believe nc, nv dear,
thorc arc no people on earth who work hard
or than the iAshionAbles who have only their
nmusemcnts to provide for. A long, long
life Of mere amusements Is dog life, Jenny,
at the best"
n should like to DO convinced Of 1t by
actual experience" said Jenny, doubtingly.
$50 said and thought once. Ihave bOen
convinced that 1t Is all vanity and vexation
Of spirits, my dear" r
"But howw persisted Jenny.
"HOw2 Indeed, ten thousand ways. II
you live in the fashionable world you must
do as the fashionable world does. You must
rise and dress, and hop, and lunch, and dress
agOln and drive-then dress again md appear
at certain balls, parties, concerts, exactly as
your friends do, or be voted bisdrTt, and out
of the world altogether. You, my poor
Jenny, who nrc by no means fond Of fine
dresses, what would you do at fashionable
watering.place in thehottest days Of August
with five changes Of toilet between morning
and night, and a French lady's maid to tyt.
annie over you all the timef"
Horrors I" calculated Jenny.
"Balls that you must go to In spite Of fa'
tiguc parties TINT you must go to in spitC
Of tho heat calls you must make on pGOplt
yon dctcst OF Jenny, would fur nthCl
DO ut home with the butter and cheese, II
were yoll ..
Jenny was silent. Here was the side o
the bright picture she had never seen OF
dreamed Of before. :.
"You love your husband, Jenny1" sale
her friend, after time. 'TE g.
Jenny opened her eyes wide.
Love him Why, isn't hc my husband n
was the reply.
Mrs. Won howth laughed.
"Somc women In society might think thai
n reason why you shouldn't love him !" Sht
said, dryly. "And he loves you also 7"
~ should die tomorrow Il thought hi
did not"
"Tut, child People leave this world whet
God wills it-not boforc. dare say yot
would survive his unfaithfulness Many
women before you have lived through sdcl
things"
"Don't talk Of It, Margaret +; could mo-
bear It. Why, he Is all tho world to me
and, yourself being judge, how could beh'
TO lose him 2"
"Thcn don't wish him TO bO q city mGrcll
ant, my dear / dare say there arc many
good mon In tho city-men who love thel
wiycs-but, on tho other hand, there arc 81
many temptations, especially in society, thu
l sometimes wonder, not that 80 many d.
90 astray, but that so many remain true Il
themselves and their duty"
She spoke absently, md her eyes hRd I
iar.away glance as II they dwelt on othGl
things.
Jenny venturcd a question.
Margaret, Is yours happy marriage
Do you love your husbandf And does HI
love youi"
Mis- Van Howth started, aud then turnct
pale.
~ would have loved him, and made hin
q good wife, but hc never loved me. HI
placed me at the head Of his house because ht
thought mo ladylike and interesting, thai
was all. He told me once, though not very
plainly, that he had no great love for me
and since then we have each taken our owr
way, independent Of the other. seldom sct
him at our house In town. have my car
ringc, my diamonds, and my opera box. Il
the season go to Saratoga or Newport, whll'
no favor Long Branch with his presence
We arc perfect strangers 10 each other VT
never quarrel, and I suppose II / were to dlt
tomorrow he'd be an inconsolablc wldowel
! for week. Jenny, you will not wish L
change places with mo again. Your husband
might change as mine has done, exposed X
the same temptation. Thank Heaven yol
have him rs he Is good, true man, wht
loves you and never mind the butter ant
checce, Jenny, SO long as your happiness |
made up with them" -.,..
She rose from her seat, and strolled up tht
garden path.
lost In thought. Tho riddle Of her friend
life was at last mRde clear to her. She hat
often wondered why Margaret, In the mids
Of all her wealth and luxury, should seem 81
sad she wondered no longer now.
To 10 the wife Of a man who had no low
for you What clover deep can there b.
than this for proud and sensible woman 7
Jenny turned with tears in her eyes to NEE
the stalwart husband as he came from th
field. ,,
MWcll, little woman, hc cried and thel
che got the hearty kiss for which she wa
Ookine.
Yes, Margaret was right. Tho butter on
cheese were Of little consequence when loY
like this made her task easy to endure
, And the rosy.cheeked little woman ben
londly down over her 'Hlram, as he fun
himself down on the porch scat, and fame
him, brought him lemonade, and made hiE
, thoroughly happy and at rest.
Poor Margafctl Happy Jenny! Neve
again would she wish to be moro-only
farmers wife. i1.niiat-