The Placer herald., 1872-09-21
A HUSBANDS SACRIFICE.

and poutpg her red lips until they looked
like an over ripe cherry which the mischiev-
ous robins had attacked
Isabel Edenboume, wife though she called
herself, was in reality nothing on earth but a
girl "a bright eyed velvet checked young
creature OF eighteen, with bright, brown hail
and an infantine dmple on her chin; and hel
husband, sitting opposite to her, almos
blamed himself lest he had too early imposed
upon her fairy shoulders the burdensomt
yoke Of matrimony.
Henry Edenbourne was nearly twice his
young wife's age-one of those grave steady
going men who are so often the first to bt
ensnared by dimple, sweet laugh, or a
sparkling eye. He had pictured to himself
man. fashion, perfection in the creature ht
saould select to be his life companion; and he
had ended the matter by falling desperately
and hopeessy "in love at first sight" witt
this frivolous, laughing butterfly. So CORE
spond our theory and our practice in this
unaccountable world.
"But, Bell am not rich," he pleaded
more disturbed than he would like to have
been at the tear-wet eyelashes and culver
ing chin opposite him.
81 don't care, )" retor,ed Isabel, 81 mus
60 to Hastings, or shall be perfectly
wretched lwou!d as soon be buried alive
as to be poked up here all Summer"
"We could walk in the Regents Park
every afternoon, and am sure this is an
airy neighborhood, he argued.
The Regents Park, indeed!' pouted Isa-
bel cit would be we'll enough if we kept
a carriage, and could drive then, like Mrs.
Morrison and Mrs Kent; but don't want
to he associated with the vulgar herd. "
"My love, now you are talking nonsense.
ooh, of course. hotly re:orted Isabel; ;"its
always nonsense when | want anything. Its
its enough" burst out the little wife with
sudden rain of tears from the blue heavens
OF her eyes, "to make me wish II had
never been married!'
Harry Edenboune sat silent for mo-
ment, and then he assured her, in voice
.inguia.Iy changed from the accents in which
he had previously spoken, "lt is enough,
Isabel. You shall 90 to Hastings this Sum
mer, Since your heart is so set upon it,
Mas Edenbourne looked up smiling and
radiant through her tears.
care YOU in earnest, Harry p
81 am quite in earnest was his reply.
81 may really spend the season at Hast
ings %
"Ies"
And have some new dresses, and any
thing requisite for the seaside =
"All those things YOU can have.
"But"-and Isabel hesitated an instant
"where are you to get the money!
81 will see to thai, my love. All that Is
necessary for YOU is to make your prepara-
tons.
Isabel danced up and down on the tips of
her fairy feet. -.
ooh, YOU dear darling, indulgent Harry!
she chirped, throwing both her arms around
his neck and showering honied kisses on his
brow and lips; "you are the best, klndest
husband that ever lived.
He smiled grAvely; it was never his way
/ to indulge in the demonstrations that were a
part of his wife $ very nature. Isabel had
disappointed him deeply in more particulars
than one since they were married; yet, IN
the deep loyalty Of bis love, he had never
allowed her to SO much as dream OF such
disappointment on his part
81 promised to love and cherish her, he
thought within himself, "aud may God do
even so with me if ever fail in the fulfill
ment Of that solemn vow.
Harry Edenbourne was literary man.
All day long he spent in an Office in Fleet
street, guiding the helm Of popular weekly
newspaper, reading manuscript, deciding upon
the merits of various contributions, and per-
forming the various duties incident TO his
position. But now, when at home in Cover
street he devoted his evenings also to work,
! going to his study directly after the evening
meal, and frequently not emerging there
from till the neighboring bells chmed mid
night.
Isabel something's brought her work into
his room.
"It's so stupid all by myself" she said
plainlively.
But she soon found that the continual
scratching of Mr.. Edenbourne's pen was moi
much more exhilerating companionshp thar
the ticking Of the little alabaster clock on the
mantel; and she went back again, cheering
up the lonely hours by various expeditions
into neishbors houses, and sundry Airtation'
with any, good-looking young cavalier whom
she might chance TO meet there.
"My DEAR" said grave old Mrs. Huntle,
emo one would think you were a married
woman to see the way you 90 on.
where's the harm?" demanded Isabel
half vexed, half amused. "Of course
don't mean anything.
"Your husband would scarcely like it
he were here. People are beginning to gos
sip about you. =, ~.
'"I wish people would mind their owl
business;'. flashed out Isabel. "And
Henry wouldn't like it, why he ought to b
more sociable at home.
But, defiant as were young Mrs. Eden
bourpe's words, Mrs. Huntley had the salts
faction Of perceiving that her well intentione'
remops,rance had woought some good. lisa