The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-03-19

sitting alone in her drawing-room,
her too little white hands locked
tightly in one another, and her
fair head slightly drooping-a del
icate little apple blossom of q wo,
man, with blue, wistful eyes and
curly faxen hair, looking more
like a grown.up child than a wife
oftwenty. .eue summers.
oh, dearp siged Daisy. 1T is
so dull here. [ wish Herbert
would come home. He never
spends any time with me now'a-
days, and l practice all his favorite
songs, and read the newspapers,
so I can talk about the things
he's interested in, and try so hard
to. be entertaining. It's very
strange
And then her oval face bright
ened into sudden brilliance, and
the sparkles stole into her eyes
for the quick ear had detected her
husbands footsteps on the stairs.
The next moment he came in.
Well, pet, how are you ? with
a playful pinch Of her cheek.
There are some bonbons for you.
Where are my light gloves T
oh, Herbert you are not going
away again p
4 must, Daisy. There are lot
of fellows going to drive to High
Bridge: and I'm one Of the party.
You can 60 over to my mothers
for dinner, or send for one of your
friends, or something. There,
goodbye, puss, I'm in a deuce of a
hurry
And with one careless kiss
pressed on the quivering damask
rose Of a mouth that was lifted up
to him, he was gone:
Daisy Ainscourt neither went
to her motber-in-law, nor sent for
one of her girl friends. She spent
the evening all alone, pondering
on the shadow which Was fast
ovsrgrowing her life.
What shall | do ? thought the
little timid, shrinking wife. Oh,
what shall dop
But, child as she was, Daisy had
a strong, resolute woman's heart
within her, nor was she long in
coming to decision.
Daisy said her husband to ber
the next day, you haven't any OBJ
jections to my attending the Orion
Bal Masque p
Are masked balls nice places,
Herbert?'
'Oh, yes, everybody goes; only
l thought I'd pay you the com
pliment of asking you whether
you disapproyed Or not
Can I 60 with you p
'Well-ahem--not very we'll this
time, Daisy. You see Mrs. Fen
church really hinted so strongly
for me to take her, that | couldn't
help it,
Very WE'LL assented Daisy,
meekly, and Herbert repeated
within himself the p@an of praises
be had chanted in Mr.. Portcross's
ear: 'Tbe best little wife in the
worldp s=
But, Notwithstanding al! this,
Mr.. Ainscourt was not exactly
pleased, when at the self-same Bal
Masque. during the gay period of
unmasking, be saw his wife's in
rocent face crowring the pic
turesque costume Of a BaVarian
peasant girl.
'HalIor be calculated, rather un-
graciously, you here2'
Yes lisped Daisy, with a girl
ish smile. You said everybody
went And, oh, Herbert, isn't ii
aice?'
Mr.. Ainscourt said nothing
more, but Mrs. Fenchurch found
him a very stupid companion for
the remainder of the evening.
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
pied cheeks all pink with the fresh
wind.
Am behind time =? Really, |
am so, sorry! But we have been
driving in the park, and