The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-09-10
WOULD SHE OR NOT2
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

"Again - said Rose Winner. .cWeII
this is what all women must put up
with, L suppose; but 1 never Thought
that I should be neglected"
She listened.
LOCKED in his room again." she
said, and after a long days absence /:
and l am to 'go to bed and go to sleep. ;
What a goose I am not to do that con-
tentedly, and forget him who can forget
me so easily. How long is it since he
has spent an evening with me? Two
months at least. Oh I" she clenched
her little hand, &" how little I
thought when I arranged that study,
and put the prettiest things in it, and
was so proud of it and SO pleased with
it, that he would make it an excuse to
shut me from him. It did not use to
be so. When was Rose Luttrell, and
he made pa so angry by staying in the
parlor until midnight when he actu-
ally followed me about, and said that
every moment was wasted that was not
passed in my comPauy-ah, well, was
too romantic. 1 loved him too much.
should have remembered what Miss
LaudOn wrote:
II you would not suffer,
Be the one to give the pain
Dub you see, buOuBub MIN so ROOQ, so
fond. so constant" She listened again.
Mute as a mouse" she said.
Studying French, indeed ! as if I did
not know that he was n perfect French
scholar long before I knew him, and
that he never would have held the DO
sition he does in that great importing
house if it were not for his French. No ;
he is tired of me, and shuns my So
ciety."
And Rose dropped her head head up
on her hands and sobbed bitterly. It
was unwise of her, for the sudden move
ment awoke the months. old baby in
the bassinette at her side, and it began
TO wall piteously. 1t was necessary to
dry her own tears in order TO dry his,
and crying is a great luxury to wo-
man before she has spoiled her eyes in
indulging in it. But though she stop
ped weeping, she went on talking in
low tone, addressing the baby as though
it could understand her.
Blessed little soul, she said, "we
know what it all means, don't We? Be-
fore You came 1 WAS a light-fOOted girl,
but since then I've boen very different.
/ cannot dance. / cannot run. l can
not even walk far; perhaps 1 never
shall. If he had suffered in any way
for my sake, how l should have loved
him for it; but he ceases to love me for
the very reason that should make him
more tender. Oh, why do women ever
marry? Why did not say no instead
of yes, and then no would have loved
me forever"
She lifted her head and looked into
the glass. -.
"I'm not ugly yet, nor old either,
she said, with sndden flash of her
black eyes. " If he no longer admires
me, other people may. Wives who
firt are always more thought of by
their husbands than constant wives are.
I'll"
eff you please'm," said a voice at
the door, a gentleman.
Rose started, and held ont her hand
for the card the girl presenter.
Chauncey Waldo" was written up
on it.
You may stay here with baby, Mag
gle, said she. 81 will see Mr.. Waldo.
Mr. Winner is engaged"
She peeped into the glass again, and
settled her crimped hair with her pink
palms. Her dress needed no arranging
she was always we'll dressed in the
evening-aud chen she went down into
tho parlor, whore Chauucey Waldo,
who considered himself the most fas'
cinating man In the United States, sat
waiting for her.
There was no harm in going down.
it was only right to go but Satan,
they say, is always on the lookout Tor
ones weak moments and 1t seems
likely that he sent Mr.. Waldo IN the
nick of time Roses vanity had been
stung. and she was anxious to prove TO
herself that she had not lost her power
of fascination. She proved 1t conclu-
sively that evening.
Nothing was said, nothing was done
shat Mrs. Grundv could object to; but
there are smiles that make the heart oi
lady-killer hutter, and smiles that put
him mt distance by their very gracious
ness. Formerly Mrs. Winner had given
Mr.. Waldo these latter smiles. To
night she gave him the former. SO that
he dared to hold her hand a little Ion
ger than ne had ever dOue before In
parting, and to say softly :
May I call again very soon? nate
to think of your being lonely.
For she had told him-yes, she hau
indeed-that " Mr.. Winner was forever
shut up in his study, and that she IAN
cied she should die of ennul some
day." Which was true enough, but an
unwise statement for pretty young
wife to make to a Waldo.
Then. flushed, and with certain
sense of guilt upon her, she gllded past
the study door, and was really SOUND
asleep, when a weary looking man
opened it, and, went, without his slip
pers, mp the stairs, and bending over
her, said to himself, " Little DARING,
may heaven bless you, and wouid iI noS
kiss her lest he should disturb her
slumber.
If he only had kissed her, 1t w9plo II
have been much better, after all, foI,
RS it was, sine said nothing OF Waiuo
cali next morning.
Demoustrative people have credit ior
all their emotions undemonstra'lVo
people may feel as much, and no enc
guesses it.
Mr. Winner seldom said much aDout
his Affection for his wife, and now tnaD t.
he had taken the odd way OF shuStins
himself up every evening, she douoteu
is existence, and grew cold III her own
manner.
There was never any quarrel. o1e
never reproached him-pride ioIp"Ge is
that-but there seemed to be frosts s,,lr IN
her smile and ice in her words 0ho he
meant that there should be. When hs
said, so very soon after dinner, AISS ii
now for MY French Rosy, she No'IO a.'
say nothing, but, somehow, find an eA a
cuse for evading the kiss with winch ~