The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1872-11-13

on the shadow which was last
ovcrgrowing her life.
"What shall 10 ?" thought the
little ,imid, shrinking wife. ''Oh;
what shall do?'
But, child as she was, Daisy had
a strong resolute woman's heart
within her, nor was she long IN
coming to q decision.
Daisy" said her husband to
her next day, you haven't any
objections to my attending the
Orion Bal Mosque ?"
:'Are masked balls nice places,
Herbert ?"
20 yes, everybody goes; only |
thought Id pay you the comph-
ment of asking whether you dis
approved or not"
"Can 60 with you?'
wv Well-ahcm-not very we'll,
this time, Daisy. You see, Mrs.
Fenchurch really hinted so strong
ly for me to take her, that l
couldn't help it,"
every well," assented Daisy,
meekly, and Herbert repeated
within himself the paean of praise
he had chanted in Mr.. Portcross'
ears: sTbe best little wife in the
world! !"
But, Notwithstanding all this,
Mr.. Ainscourt was not exactly
pleased, when, at the selfsame
Bal Masquc. during the gay period
Of unmasking, be saw his wife's
innocent face crowning the pic
turesque costume Of a Bavarlan
peasant girl.
"HalIo ?" he calculated rather
graciously, "y0u here y
Yes, lisped Daisy: with a girl
ish smile. You said everybody
went! And oh, Herbert, isn't it
nice p
Mr.. Ainscourt said nothing more.
but Mrs. Fcnchurch found him L
very stupid companion for the re,
maiuder Of the evening.
He was late at dinner the next
day; bat late as he was, he found
himself more punc,ual than his
wife, and the solitary meal was
half over before Mrs. Daisy tripped
in, her cashmere shawl trailing
over her shoulders, and her dim
pied checks all pink with the fresh
wind.
"Am | behind time? | am so
sorry! But we have been driving
IN the park and"
I'VE! Who are we?'' growled
ler husband.
"Why, Colonel Adair and l.
the Colonel Adair that you 50 out
with so Mch."
Now, look here, Daisy - ejacu-
lated Mr.. Ainscourt, rising from
the table and pushing back his
chair. "Adair isn't exactly the
man I want you to drive with !"
"But you go every where with
him.
Il dare say-but you and | are
two different persons"
"Now, dear Herbert" intcrposed
Daisy, willfully misunderstanding
him, "you know l never was i bit
proud, and the associates that are
good enough for my husband are
good enough for me. Let me give
you a few more oysters.
Ainscourt looked sharply at his
wife. Was she really in earnest,
or, was there a mocking undercur-
rent of satire in her tone? But
he could not decide, SO artless was
her countenance.
Ill talk to her about it some
time, was his internal decision.
"Daisy." be said: carelessly.
when dinner was over, "I've ask
ed old Mrs. Barbary to come and
spend the day with you to'mor-
row."
"Oh, have you? I'm sorry, for
/ am engaged out tomorrow.
You! Where 2"
"Oh, at DeImonico's. I've join
ey a Wolnan's Rights Club, and
we meet there to organize"
THE deuce take woman's
rigEts!" calculated the irate hus,
band.
"Of course I don't believe in
them, it's the fashion to belong to
a clue, and such nice place to 60
to of evenings. [ am dull here
evenings, Herbert"
Il beg you will give up this ri
diculous idea. What do women
want of clubs ?"
"What men do suppose"
"But | don't approve of it at
ALL"
"You belong to three clubs, Her
bert"
"That's altogether a different
natter"
But why is it different ?"
Hem, why? because-of course
anybody can sec why-it'S self:
evident"
4 must be very blind" said
Mrs. Aiascourt, demurely, "but l
confess | can't discriminate the es'
sential difference"
Herbert Ainscourt said no more,
but he did not at all relish the
change that had lately come over
the spirit Of Daisy's dream.