Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1879-04-04

Weil--anem-not very well, this
time. Daisy You see, Mrs. Fenchurch
really limited so strongly for me to take
her, that | couldn't help it,.
Every well. asscnted Daisy, mcekly,
and Herbert repeated within himself the
pean of praises he had chantcd in Mr..
Portcross' ears: The best little wife in
the world"
But notwithstanding all this, Mr..
Ainscourt was not'exactly pleased when,
at the selfsame Bal .Masquc, during the
gay period of unmaskihg, he saw his
wife's innocent face browning the pictur-
esque costume Of a Baravian peasant girl.
"Hallo" he calculated, rather ungra-
ciously. lyon here p
yes" lisped Daisy. with girlish
smile.
"You said everybody went And oh,
Herbert, isn't it nice 7"
Mr.. Ainscourt said nothing more, but
Mrs. Fenchurch found him very stupid
companion for the remainder fthe even
ing.
He was late at dinner the next day;
but, late as he was, he found himself
more punctual than his wife, and the
solitary meal was half over before Mrs.
Daisy tripped in, her cashmere shawl
trailing over her shoulders, and her dim
Piled cheeks all pink with the fresh wind.
"Am behind time Really, am SO
sorry But we have been driving in
the park, and
We! Who are we 2" growled her
husband.
"Why, Colonel Adair and THE Col.
Adair that you 60 out with so much"
Now, look here, Daisy!" calculated
Mr.. Ainscourt. rising from the table and
pushing back his chair. "Adair isn't
exactly the man l want you to drive
with p
"But you go every where with him y
81 dare say-but you and are two"
'Now, dear Herbert" interposed
Daisy, wilfully misunderstanding him,
"you know | never was bit proud and
the associates that are good enough for
my husband are good enough for me.
Let me give you few more oysters"
Ainscourt looked sharply at his wife.
Was she really in earnest, or was there
q mere hooking undercurrent of satire in
her tone. But he could not decide, so
artless was her countenance.
I'll talk to her about it sometime, was
his internal decision.
Daisy" he said. carelessly when din
ner was over, "Pve asked old Mrs. Bar
barry to come and spend the day with
you tomorrow"
"Oh, have your pT sorry, for am
engaged out to-nsaTrows' n
you! Where?"
,"Oh, at Delmonico's. I've joined a
Womau's Rights Club, and we meet there
to organize"
'The deuce take woman's rights p
calculated the irate husband.
"Of course | don't believe in them,
but it's the fashion to belong to club,
and such nice place to go evenings.
am dull here evenings, Herbert"
Herberts heart smote him, but he
answered, resolutely:
Il beg you will give up this ridiculous
idea. What do women want of clubs p
What men do, I suppose"
"But | don't approve Of it at ALL"
"You belong to three clubs, Herbert"
That's altogether different matter. I"
But why is it different 2"
: "Hem-why? because--of course
anybody can see why--it's self-evident. -
Unjust DO very blind. "said Mrs. Aims
, court, dcmurely, "but confess I can't
} discriminate the essential difference"
, Herbert Ainscourt said nothing more,
! but he did not at all relish the change
, that had lately come over the spirit Of
, Daisy's dream.
She did change, somehow. She went
out driving. here, there and everywhere.
He never knew when hc was certain Of
quiet evening with her; she joined
not only that club, but innumerable So
cieties for thousand and one purposes,
which took her away from home almost
continually. Mr.. Ainscourt chascd
against the bit but it was useless.
Daisy always had an excuse to plead
Presently her mother-in.law boro
down upon her, an austere old lady in
black satin and chestnut brown wig.
Daisy, you are making my son
wretchcd."
/ "Am ?" cried Daisy. "Dear me I
hadn't any idea Of 1t What's the trou-
ble?"
"You must ask him." said the moth
er-in-law, who believed-sensible old
lady-in young married peoples settling
their own difficulties. "All | know Is
the bare fact
So Daisy went home 10 the drawing
room, where Herbert lay on the sofa
pretending 10 read, but in reality brood
ing over bis troubles.
whats the matter, Herbert" said
Daisy. knecling on the floor beside him,
and putting her soft. cool hands on his
fevered brow.
"The matter2 Nothing much. only
I am miserable" he sullcnlly answered.
"But why 7" she persisted.
because you are 50 changed p
"How am l changed y
"You are never at home you have
lost the domesticiiy which was in my
eyes, your greatest charm. / never
have you TO myself any moro. Daisy
don't you see how this is embittering
my life 2"
Does Il make you unhappy 7" she
asked, softly.
"You know is does, Daisy"
"And do you suppose like IL, Her