Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1873-09-18

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I'm weary, let me re1t. II
I'm weary. LAY me low.
BEHIND the VEIL.
Mr.. Edge was late at breakfast. Tha,
was not an unusual occurrence and
he was DISPOSED to be cross; that wa,
likewise nothing new; so he retired
behind his newspaper and devonred
MS toast and eggs without vouchsafina
any reply to the remarks of the fresh
! looking little lady opposite, to-wit
Mrs. Edge. Bus she was gathering to-
gether her forces for the final ON.
slaught, and when at length Mr.. Edge
had gone down to the last paragraph
and laid aside the newspapeFceft came
"Didn't you say you were going ia
have hundred dollars for nv new
furs To
"Whst 2" (rather sharply was this
spoken.) "Oh, pshawi What Is the
use Of bsing extravsgant? / nave no
money to lay out in such follies. The
old ones are good enough for any SEN
sible woman to wear"
Mrs. Edge-good, meek little soul
that she was-relapsed into obedienl
silence. She openly sighed soft,
inward sigh, and presently began a
new attack.
Henry, . win i, yoa..go to ann,'s with
Cant you go slone2'
"Alone! How would 1t look p
Mrs. E.'s temper for she had one,
though 1t did not often parade itself
was aroused. "You are 90 ne9lectft,I
of those little attentions Won used to
pay me once; You never pick up my
handkerchief or notice my dress as
you once did"
well, q fellow can't be forever
waiting on woman, can he ?H growle led
Mr.. Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Mrs.
Waters last night, when You never
thought to ask me il wanted any-
thing, though you well knew that
had the headache. don't believe YOU
care as much about me az Won used
to"-and Mrs. Z. looked extremely
pretty, with the tears ins her blue ewes
and the quiver on her round, rosy lips.
Pahaw," said her husband, peeyish-
ly. "Now don't be silly, Maria
"And IN the stage, yesterday, you
never asked me if was warm enough
or pnt my shawl around me, while Mr..
Brown was very afIectionate to his
wife 1t was mortifying enough. Hen.
ry; indeed it was"
Il did not know that women were
such FOOLS" said Mr.. Edge, as he drew
on his overcoat to escape the tempest
which was fast approaching.
Am the sort of q man to make q
ninny out Of myself doing the polite to
any sort of female creature? Did
you ever know me to be conscious
whether woman had on ashawl or a
swallow-tailed coat?"
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind
little pocket handkerchief, and Hen
ry, the savage, banged the door loud
enough to give Betty in the kitchen q
start.
"Raining again! / do believe we
are to havea second edition Of the
deluge," said Mr.. Edge to himself that
evening'as he ensconsed his six feet Of
iniquity into the southwestern corner
of the car at City Hall.
t'Go ahead, conductor, can't you see
we are full and it Is dark all around. /"
In one minute, sir" said the con.
ductor, as he helped little woman
with basket on board. s.Now, sir,
move up q little If you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfort.
able and did not want to move; but
the light of the lamp falling on the
pearl forehead and shining golden
hair Of the conner, he altered his mind
and moved up.
"What lovely eyes" qnoth he men.
tally, as she bowed single acknowl.
edging smile. "Real violet, the color
most admird Bless me what bus.
iness have married men like me to be
talking about eyes! There she has
drawn confounded veil over he,
face, and the light as dim 40 candle
but those are pretty eyes,"
The fair possessor Of those blue eyes
| shivered slirhtly. and drew hAr NAV
tilla close around her shoulders.