The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-04-16
MISCELLANY.
BEHIND TIE TEIL.

Mr. Edge was late at breakfast. That was
not an unusual occurrence and he was dis
posed to be cross, which was likewise nothing
new. So he retired behind the newspaper,
and deyoured his eggs and toast without
vouchsafing any reply to the remarks of the
fresll-lookng little lady opposite, to wit: Mrs.
Edge. But she was gathering together her
forces for the final onslaught, and when at
length Mr. Edge had got down to the last
paragraph, and laid aside the paper, it came
g Dear, didn't you say you were going to
have q hundred dollars for my new furs to-
day? ?"
"What furs?" (rather shortly was this
spolSen.) ooh, pshaw! What is the use of
being so extravagant? | have no money to
lay out in such useless folies. The old ones
are good enough for any sensible woman to
wear?"
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul that she
was, reapsed into obedient silence. She only
sighed soft inward sigh, and presently began
a new attack.
Henry, will you go with me to aunt's to-
nght?"
"Can't you go alone?"
"Alone, how would it loolp n Mrs. E. S
temper-for she had one, though it did not
often parade itself-was aroused. "You are
so neglected. of those little attentions you used
to pay me once you never walk with me, nor
pick up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress
as you once did"
"Well, fellow can't be forever waiting on
women, can hep" growed Mr.. Edge.
60 You could be polite enough to Mrs. Waters
last night, when you never thought to ask
whether wanted anything, though you knew
perfectly we'll that had headache. don't
believe you care as much for me as you used
to-" And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty
with the tears in her blue eyes and a culver
on the round, rosy lips.
"Pshawl" said the husband, peevishly.
I" Now don't be silly, Maria.'
sAnd in the stage, yesterday, you never
asked me if | was warm enough, or put my
shawl around me, while Mr.. Brown was so
affectionate to his wife. 1t was notifying
enough, Henry indeed it was
81 didn't know women were such FOOLS"
said Mr.. Edge, as he drew on his overcoat to
escape the tempest which was fast approach
ing Gam the sort Of man to make a ninny
of myself doing the polite to any sort of fe-
male creature? Did you ever know me to be
conscious whether woman had on shawl or
a swalow-tailed coat?"
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind little
pocket handkerchief, and Henry, the savage,
banged the door loud enough to give Betty in
the kitchen nervous start.
Raining again. Ldo>believe we are going
to have second edition of the deluge" said
Mr.. Edge to himself, that evening, as he en-
sconced six feet of iniquity into the southwest
corner of the car at City Hall. Go ahead,
conductor, can't you see we are full, and it is
dark already?"
"In one minute, sir,'' said the conductor, as
he helped little woman, with basket on
board. "Now sir, move up little, if you
please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable, and
did not want to move, but the light of the
lamp falling on the pearly forehead and shining
golden hair of the comer he altered his mind
and moved up.
seWhat lovely eyes" quoth he, mentally, as
he bestowed single acknowledging smile.
q Real violet, the color most admire Bless
me what eyes. There, she has drawn a con-
founded veil over her face, and the light is as
dim as a tallow dip but those were pretty
eyes !"
The fair possessor Of those blue eyes SILVER
ed slightly and drew her mantilla close around
her shoulders,
g Are you cold, Miss? Pray honor me by
wearing my shawl do not need it myself, :"