The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-06-20
TAKEN AT HIS WORD.
A Pleasant Love Story.

Nellie Palmer was lying on the
lounge in her pretty bedroom, crying
and looking very unhappy. And yet
she had been married only six months
and to such "nice, handsome man." as
all the young ladies declared, that surely
she ought to have been happy with
him. And so she had been, until-un-
til, to tell the truth, Mr.. Bob Palmer,
forgetting, or seeming to forget, that he
was a married man, had recently taken
to flirting with these very young ladies,
at all the parties in Middleton, leaving
his wife to take care of herself. Surely
it was enough to make any six-months
wife cry-especially one so sensitive as
Nellie.
Not that Mr.. Robert Palmer loved
his little wife bit less than on the day
of his marriage neither that Nellie
suspected him of 1t, or for a moment
doubted his morals, any more than she
did his constancy. But Mr.. Palmer
was gay young man, and loved to
amuse himself and to be amused. He
liked the society of pretty and lively
women, both married and single; and,
in a word, he liked to firt, and saw no
harm in it. So, while he hung over the
young ladies' chairs, laughing and pay
ing gay compliments, or promenading
with the young married ladies, his wife
would be looking over photograph
album, or conversing solemnly with
some old gentleman, or noticing some
shy and awkward child, while pretend
ing to be unconscious of her husbands
proceedings. Not that she was COM
PEELED to enjoy herself IN this solemn
way-she, usually SO bright, and pretty,
and agreeable-but she had no heart
for anything else now. Of late, all her
iveliness and chattiness had left her,
and she answered absently and smiled
hstlessly, and, if compelled to dance or
sing, did so out of time and out of
tune, to her husbands great vexation.
at is thus that many young wife set
Ties down into a dull and faded old
woman, while lser husband grows hand
somer and heartier, and wonders what
on earth could have so changed her.
Halo been crying again, l declare !"
exclaimed Mr.. Bob Palmer, suddenly
ceasing his little whistle, as he entered
the room, on returning from his office.
What's the matter now, Nellie? Ca.
nary refused to sing, or Madame Wig
iini not put flowers enough in your
bonnet?"
~Oh, Bob! how can you?" sobbed
Nellie, beginning afresh.
Look here, Ellen" said her husband,
sitting down on the lounge, and speak.
ing more seriously; II don't like this at
all. never come home that your eyes
ARE not red and swollen with crying.
What have you to cry ABOUT, I should
like TO knowp It's an insult to me to
go sniveling about the house in this
fashion, and moping away in corners,
looking sullen and miserable, as you did
last night, at Macklin's. Why, people
will think me perfect domestic ty-
rant!"
All, Bob, don't speak sol / can't
help it, indeed. / do feel so miserable.
You make me so, Bob"
"Ti Well, that is rich Perhaps
You will be good enough to let me know
of what enormity I've been guilty, that
has turned you into modern Niobe ?"
Nothing really wrong, dear; but, oh |
If you knew how ouch wife thinks of
her husbands love, and"
Here poor Nellie broke down again.
Mr.. Palmer's eyes opened very wide.