The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-10-18
BROTHER PHIL.

soft eyes, with wlstIulhess I'LL "'no'S
their velvety shadows.
"It is so lonesome of an evening,
Harry! Please stay at home tonight
or take me with you for change
dearp
Mr.. Forrest smiled in very supe-
rior sort of way-a sort of patronizing,
indulgent way, as though it was the
height of absurd womanish folly for
Edith to have made the remark.
"That is nonsense, Edith. You
know perfectly we'll how ridiculously
impossible it is for me 10 be either
always at home, or take you out some
where. You must remember that be-
cause a man is married he does not
expect never to be anywhere but where
his wife is, if she is the sweetest, pref
tiest little girl in the world!"
He bent forward to kiss her, and
Edith smiled-a suspiciously tear-hav-
'ored smile it was, however.
"But I do get so tired of staying 50
much by myself, Harry. am almost
stranger in London, and | am sure
there are only two ladies in the house
whom / know, and don't like to be
always running to their rooms. Harry
really did not think you would
get tired of my company 500 soon.
It hasn't been three months since We
were-married-and-"
And little Mrs. Forests sobs and
tears evsrcame her entirely, and Har-
ry's face grew vexed and stern.
"You are romancing, Edith. You
know perfectly we'll l have never
thought of such a ridiculous thing,
and | do not want to see such child
ishness on your par"
And, to further enforce his assump-
ton of martial dignity, Mr.. Forrest
walked out and shut the door very
emphatically.
Then, of course, Edith's tears came
in good earnest.
'it's too bad, too bad! Harry is
getting tired of my society, know he
IS, and I wish-1 wish-I had never
married and left home, where every
thing was so gay and pleasant, and
there were never long, lonely evenings.
Oh-dear!"
1t wasn't a very good thing for Edith
to be thinking-this regret for life,
which, undeniably pleasant though it
was, had never been so beautifed and
glorifed until Harry's love came to
her. But it was pitiably true that her
husbands neglect of her of late had
more than once made such thoughts,
more than once had brought hot tears
Of wounded pain and regret to the
blue eyes that other young men than
Harry Forrest had thought worth their
while to have smile in theirs; and
Edith was certainly very lonely.
The great, fashionable boarding
house to which Harry had brought
her, and installed her in one Of its
most elegant rooms, was not such a
home as she had been accustomed to,
where everything was gay, cheer and
girlish frolic.
The boarders were, of course, utter
strangers, and haughtily exclusive.
Edith was reserved and shrinking,
and, with the exception of Mrs. This
tie, gentle little widow, who was al
most as shy as Edith herself, and Mrs.
Worthington, who was jolly and gay
as she could be, little Mrs. Forrest had
not an acquaintance in all the city.
"It's too bad," she sobbed, bitterly,
as she lay on the little crimson silk
lounge, with her face all tear-fushed,
and her rosebud mouth quivering. 81
can almost see them at home now
Sue, and Jennie, and Sill, and the par
lor lighted up, and perhaps Howard
singing one of his lovely tenor solos
to Sues accompaniment; and Frank
Morrison will come in, and they'll
have q delicious waltz, and then Phil
will speak of me-dear, darling old
Phil! He always thought more Of
me than any one else ever did-even
Harry Forrest! I wish [ hadn't ever
married him, and then"
There was little expression of dis,
content and indignation coming on
her lips-memories that would not
bear comparison with her present gil
ded loneliness called them up, and it
wasn't good sight to see on pretty
married woman's face.
For an hour after Harry had gone
out Edith lay on the couch, all sorts
of thoughts running riot in her brain,
until they were dissipated sharply by
q rap on her door, and card that
sent all expression out of her face and
eyes except surprise, that quickly
changed into an excitement of. de-
light.
"Tell the gentleman will be down
in q moment" she said to the servant
Then she few to the dressing-mirror
and saw that she was in presentable
CONDITION, anu Cneh Wen1 uo"h sIaiIs
with smile and three unspoken words
on her lips:
Dear old Phil"
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Three weeks later Mr.. Forrest came
in somewhat unexpectedly-just ir
time to see Edith standing by thu
widow kissing her hand to a gentle
man driving I,y in carriags-a hand
some, dashing looking fellow, witt
bold black eyes and dropping mus
tachs-iust in time to see the sparkle
in his wife's eyes, and the heightened
color in her cheeks.
"Well, who is he"
He asked the questionso suddenl,
that Edith gave a little cry of sur