Connecticut western news., 1876-08-11
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

MUCH ADD ABOUI NOIHING.
 Mrs. James Taylor had been crying for the last half hour, and, like the lady in the play, seemed determined to "weep little longer" Yes, the very minute her lord and master, with hat in hand, had closed the street door, did the tears begin to fall. Countless, innumerable, not to be mentioned, were the bright drops-and nobody knows how long they would have lasted, had not voices on the piazza, and summons at the bell, dispatched Maggie, the maid, to the door and Mrs. Taylor cambric hand kerchief to her eyes. In five minutes more those eyeswere as clear and bright, the voice as gay, the laugh as musical, as if there were no such things as grief or care in the world, or, if so, little merry Mrs. James Taylor cast them to the winds and defed them.
 And what had she, the newly married lady, the three months bride, been cry ing about7 Why, really, it was too ri- diculous to tell; and she had pouted and smiled, and smiled and pouted, for some time before she had actually made up her mind to weep but she had dis dressing suspicion that her husband Che was very good husband, there was no denying that) did not love her.
 Now, all the time that she was ingen- iously tormenting herself, racked to the very soul with distrust and mortiica- tion, the object of her misery, James Taylor, was racing to his office as if he had on seven -leagued boots, wishing the client away who was to detain him that evening from his jewel at home, his pre- cious little wife. Love her Why, he adored her. The very sky and air had changed since this prettiest, dearest, most bewitching of women had blessed his home.
 Not love her Why, the very kitten on the hearth knew better. What if he had never told her so; it was entirely a piece of supererogation; it would have been like saying that skies were blue and flowers were fair. And yet silly Mrs. Taylor, for the lack of something better to do, had actually persuaded and wept herself into this idea.
 With her visitors her lachrymose mood vanished, and after their departure she sat absolutely contriving ways and means to annoy this good-for-nothine husband of hers, until he was forced tc display some kind of emotion-rage il he would not love her. Nerved by the blissful thought, she closed doors anG windows, for he would not be home til past one, and laid her head on her pill low, with @ rich flush on her cheek, an6 the brightest of smiles around her lovely mouth.
 Little did MT. James Taylor think, as he bestowed fond, admiring glance or the sweet face, what havoc and destruc tion the willy lady had been plotting against his peace. There is nothing like trihe to overturn one's philosophy 50 argued Mrs. Taylor-one can sum mon quantities of resolution for grea events, but little, everyday annoyance who can endure with stoicism Sht was determined to change her husband perhaps he would absolutely scold her What triumph MT. Taylor, the evening before, had requested hi precious wife to have breakfast precisel, at seven, for the same business whicl took him out then would occupy hin the next morning; he must positivel. be at his oh3ee athalf past seven o'clock But Mrs. Taylor gave no directions o the kind, consequently seven, quarter past. half-past had arrived and no sigl or token of the meal. MT. Taylor dit not pretend to interfere with the ser wants, so he went out in the garden il T search of his wife. She was among tn :; roses, looking as blooming, innocent ane :. unconscious as possible.
 "Fanny," said Mir. Taylor, in tn mildest of tones, ''breakfast is no ready, and am in great hurry to go You forgot to speak of it last night didn't you?"
 "You cannot certainly expect me t . remember everything, James, returne his wife, with most indignantly remon strating expression. "I did not say j. word about it..
 MT. James Taylor did not make tn smallest reply to this amiable remarl from his little bride, but turned a-, went in the house. A full quarter of a hour elapsed before MT. Taylor wa summoned to table, and she loitered te minutes longer by way of teasing hir to the uttermost, then making her aI pearance, thinking it quite possible the she might find her spouse with whi in his hand, or at all events dispatchin A his meal alone.
 A But he sat quietly reading the paper ? as if there were no such things as impa tient clients or procrastinated engage ments in the world. Fanny bit her lil with vexation, and proceeded to pou out his coffee. If he had only bee sulky 1t would have been somethin >. gained, and she tormented him wit questions in hopes of discovering this but he answered her as pleasantly s usual, and at length, petitioning to | excused, he bid her good morning i the blandest of tones.
 Mrs. Taylor felt quite happy when | = departed, who can doubt it? She ha Econ making herself exceedingly dis. a greeable, and all to no purpose. "Fair heart never won," thought she, { } length; ''I'll try it again.
 Fanny, did you send John for ID A coat yesterday 2'' asked MT. Taylor, on 6 Sunday morning.
 "What coat2" replied she, by way ( gaining time.
 "The new one, at the tailor's. Yo know l told you "-
 ''I do wish, James, you would not | forever telling me-" she interrupted
 sbut give your orders yourself the torment me to death"
 s "Well, it is not matter of the lea consequence" replied the patient hu l hand. if vOu will let me walk