The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1876-06-02
M i s G elIancOus
The Way to Keep Him.

"Out again tonight" said Mrs. HAYES,
fretfully, as her husband rose from the
teatable and donned his great coat.
eyes, have an engagement with Moore.
| shall be i'll early; have light in the H.
brary; good night" and with q careless
nod, William Hayes left the room.
"Always the way" murmurcd Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon sofa "out
every night; don't believe he cares one
bit about me now, and yet we've only been
married two years. No man has a more
orderly house; | am not a bit extravagant,
and yet | don't believe he loves me any
more. Oh dear, why is it / wasn't
rich, lie didn't marry me for money, and he
must have loved me then-why does he
treat me with so much neglect p And with
her mind filled with such fretful queries,
Lizzie Hayes fell asleep on the sofa.
Let me paint her figure as she lay there.
She was blonde, with small, graceful
figure, and very pretty face. The hair,
which showed by its rich waves its natural
tendency to curl was brushed smoothly
back, and gathered into rich knot at the
back-"it was such q bother to curl it,
she said-her cheeks were pale, and the
whole face wore discontinued expression.
Her dress was neat chintz wrapper, but
she wore neither collar nor sleeves-"what's
the use dressing up for William !"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced
at the clock, and sighed drearily at the
prospect of the long interval still to be
spent alone before bedtime
The library was Just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace fue,
through the registers, a voice came to the
young wile's ears; it was her husbands:
"Well, Moore, what's man to do2 |
was disappointed, and must have pleas
ure somewhere Who would have fanced
that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty, sprightly and
loving, could have changed to the iretful
dowdy she is MOVIE Who wants to stay
at home to hear his wife whining all the
evening about her troublesome servants,
and her headache and all sorts of bother
She's got the knack of that drawing whine
so pat, that pom my life, don't believe
she can speak pleasant"
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this true
She looked into the glass. If not dowdy,
her costume was certainly not suitable for
an evening, even if it were an evening at
home with only William to admire. She
arose and softly went to her own room
with bitter, sorrowful thoughts, and firm
resolution to win back her husbands
heart, and then his love regained, to keer
it.
The next morning, William came into
the breakfast-room in his usual careless
manner, but bright smile came to hi,
lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty chintz
with pretty collar and sleeves of snowy
muslin, and wreath of soft, full curls
had really metamorphosed her, while thu
blush her husbands admiring glance call
ed up to her cheek, did not detract from
her beauty. At first William though
there must be guest, but glancing arount
he "Dund they were alone.
{, ONE, William, your coffee will b
stone cold" said Lizzie, in CHEEKY, pleas
ant voice.
ut must be cool until you sweeten m
breakfast with kiss" said her husband
crossing the room to her side; and Lizzie