Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1872-01-27
BLUE EYES BEHIND THE VEIL.

which was likewise nothing new
SO he retired behind the newspaper
and devourcd his eggs and toast
without venturing any reply to tho
remarks of the treshlooling littl;
lady opposite, to wit: Mrs. Edge
But she was gathering together hel
forces for the final onslaught, aud
when at length Mr.. Edge had got
down to the lost paragraph, and laid
aside the paper, it came.
"Dear, didn't you say you were
going to have a hundred dollars for
my new furs, to-day p
What furs ?" (rather shortly was
this spokcn.) "Oh, Pshaw! what is
the use of being so extravagant? |
have no money to lay ont in useless
follics. The old ones are good
enough for any sensible woman to
wear"
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul
that she was, rclapsed into obcdient
silence. She only sighed soft in
ward sigh, and presently began new
attack.
Henry, will you go with ME to
my aunt's, tonight p
" Can't you go alonc!"
"Alonc, how it would look! !" Mrs.
Els tcmpcr-for she had one, though
it did not often parade itself-was
aroused. "You are so ncglcctful of
those little attentions you used to
pay me once; yon never walk with
me, nor pick up my handkerchief,
nor notice my dress as you once
did,"
"Well a fellow can't be forever
waiting on women, can hc?" growled
Mr.. Edge.
You could be polite enough to
Mrs. Waters, last night, when you
ucvcr thought to ask whether l
wanted anything, though you knew
perfectly well that L had II headache
Il don't believe you care as much
for me as you used to-" And Mrs.
Edge looked extremely pretty with
tears in her blue eyes and quiver on
the round. rosy lips.
pshaw," said the husband recv-
iShlv. Nov don't be silly, Ma
ria.
And in the stage, yesterday, you
ncvcraskcd mcifl was warm enough,
or put my shawl around me, while
MIR. Brown was so atfectionate to his
wife. 1t was mortifying enough,
Henry: indeed it was.'
81 didn't know women were such
FOOLS" said Mr. Edge, as he drew on
his ovcrcoat, to escape the tempest
which was fast approaching. cam
l the sort of man to make a ninny
of myself doing the polite to any sort
of a female creature }? Did You ever
know me to be conscious whether q
woman had on a shawl or a swallow
tailed coat?
Maria eclipscd the blue eyes be-
hind little pocket handkerchief,
and Harry, the savage, banged the
door loud enough to give Betty in
the kitchen nervous start.
Raining again! | do believe we
are going to have second edition
of the deluge," said Mr. Edge to
himself, that evening, as he ensconced
six feet of iniquity in the southwest
corner of the car at the city hall. "Go
ahead conductor, can't you sec we
are full, and it is dark already ?"
"In one moment sir" said the
conductor, as he helped little wo-
man with a basket, on board. "Now,
sir, move up little, you please"
MIR. Edge was exceedingly COM
Portable and did not want to move,
but the light of the lamp falling on
the pearly forhead, ard shining gold
Ell hair Of the conner, he altered his
mind and moved up.
"What lovely eyes," quoth he,
mentally, as he bestowed single ac-
knowledging smile. Real violet,
the very color [ most admire Bless
me what eyes. There, she has
drawn confounded veil over her
face, and the light is as dim as tai
low dip; but those were pretty
eyes"
The fair possessor of those blue
eyes sbivercd slightly and drew her
mantilla close around her shoulders.
Are you cold Miss ? Pray homo,
me by wearing my shawl. 1 do not
need it myself"
Size did not refuse-she murmured
some faint apology for troubling
him, but i. was not a refusal.
"No troublc-not bit," said he
with alacrity, arranging it on hcl
tapering shoulders, aud then as the
young lady handed her fare to the
conductor, he said to himself, "what
q slender little hand! if there is any.
thing l admire in woman it is &
! prettv hand. Wonder what kind nj