The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-10-12
lady's maid to tyranizc over you all the
time into the bargain 2"

"Horrors T. cjaculatcd Jenny.
"BaIls that you must go to in spite of
fatigue; parties that you must 90 to in
spite OF the heat calls that you must
make on people that you Getest. Oh
Jenny, | should far rather be ut home
with the butter and cheese, if | were
you."
Jenny was silent. Here was the SIDE
OF tne bri=ht picture which she had
n'ver seen or dreamed OF before.
You love your husband, Jenny 2"
said her ricnd, after time.
Jenny opened her eyes wide.
Love him? Why isn't he my hus
baud! wa her reply.
MTs. Eoa EIow;!i laughed
Some women in society might think
that reason why you shouldn't low c
him. SIC sad, dryly. And he loves
you, aI>u?'
Il should die to morrow if thought
he d.d not
Tut, child Peopl. leave thi. world
when God Wills 1t not before. / dare
lay lou would survive his iniiaeli,y
Many women before you have lived
through such things"
Don't talk of it, Margaret, could
no' bear it. Why, he is all the world
TO me. How could bear to lose him 2
Then don't wish him to be city
merchant, nay dearest l dare say there
are many good men in the city-men
who love their wives but, on the other
hand, there are SO many temptations.
especially in society, thu sometimes
wonder not that So m,ny 60 astr y bat
that SO many rcma tru. to thenseiy, $
an their du:y.'
: he spoke absen;ly, and her eyes had
" lar away glance, as if they dwclt OIL
other thiues
Jenny vemfnrcd a qn aStion.
Margaret, is yours u happy marriage?
Do you love your hnsb,nd? =? Aud does
lie love you ~
Mrs EoH Howth started aud ,u."Ua
pale.
"Jcnny, | would have loved him i
w"u!d Lave been good wife To him
hut he never loved me. H. Lrou 1t
NE to Il place at the head oi' the house,
because he thought mc ladylikc an,
inter sting; ,lat was all He tod me
SO o"ce though not quite so plainly AZ
this Aud since thtn we have each
taken our own way, independent OF the
ther. seldom zee hlm at our house
in town. | have my carriage, my
damonds, my opera box In the season
| 20 to Sarat"sn, or Newport, while he
Iar"rS L"rg Branch with his presence
We are perfect s;r:lngcrs to each other :;
me n-ver qnarrol /; and | suppose if
were 10 die TO morrow hed bc an in :
widDwcr-!ur week Jenny
you will not wish t. change plu .es with
'"c a-aln. Your husband mi. ht chance
~ i"lnc has cnnc, exp scl 10 the same
nptailon. ThHuk heaven YOU have
i,in, as be *, coed, .rmc man, who
loves you; aud never n.:nd the butter
aud chcesr, Jenny, So lon@ as Your hap.
I'ln"ss aud his is made up with thcn,"
She rose from her seat aud strollcl an
the garden path
Jenny did not ioilow. She sat on the
step iosI III thought. The riddle OF her
freud 3 lille WAS made clear to her She
had often wondered nhy Margaret, in
the mist ot al her wealth aud luxury.
should scc.a 50 sad. She wondered no
longer now.
30. bu the vile OF y A.le who had no
love Tor you What lower deep" can
there be 'htn this Tor Il proud und
woman
Jenny turned with tears in her eyes
TO meet the stalwlrt husband us he came
from the hell.
"Well, little woman" he cried, and
the" she got the hearty kiss for which
-ho was looking.
Yes, Margaret was right. The butter
aud cheese were OF little consequence,
while love like this made her task easy
10 endure.
Aud the rosy-chceked little woman
bent iondly down over her Hiram" as
1'ss.,r7 ~ =, he ,sassb