The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-09-22
pArroDIb,s HUSBAND.

lnC with tho Feiauiilb ftiNtr 'ii'A
rave out a sweet, pungcnt iragrano
to the touch of her fingers, ano
MISUNDERSTANDING
1t was Just six months, this day
since she was married-siX months
since she had left the old farm II
Chester county, and come 10 the city
To live
you'll be desperately homesick
Aunt Jocasta had said, with sol
cmn shake OF the head.
Not with John" she had re-
spondcd, rldiently.
Just Fancy" groaned Aunt 10,
casta, exchange all these fields and
hills for a city fiat.
Every one lives in flats nova
days," Dalfodil had retorted; "and
John SAYS that | shall find things
very convenient.
@Hunphln said Aunt Jocasta;
never was in love myself, but | have
been told that people who are
would belive everything. l sup
pose John is law and gospel 10 you
now?"
@Of course" said Daiiodil, laugh
ing.
So she had married the young he.
no of her hopes and dreams, and
aonc TO the great crowded city u
live. And flat had been Arcadia tc
her-that is, just at first, when tho
honeymoon was in its first glow, and
al the world was transfgured witt
the light that shines through The
halo of wedding ring.
But. OF late. Mrs. Dallodil had
not been so happy She had beer
CRYING, one night, when John had
come home unexpectedly, and there
was no time to dash away the tears
MY darling" he cried, aghast
what is the trouble?'
Nothing. John-nothing shC
had answered. "Only-onlyit is Sc
long since | placed my foot on
sod of green grass. And | wa.
thinking that the old orchard would
be in blossom, Just at this time: ano
the meadow under the sasafras tre,
would be all blue with early vio
lets"
~Daffodil, are YOU homesick p
No. dear John-indced nol she
cried.
Get ON your things said Grey
We'll 20 and walk in the park ano
listen to the robin at the bird fan
ciers. and try and imagine ourselves
back in the rural districts again. ?
But Daffodil. trying to smile a,
she tied her pink bonnet strings, diC
not tell him of the long visit sh,
had from old Mrs. Nudge who de
elared "she had always loved JOIN
Grev as if he had been her own son,
and had proceeded to edify bis bride
with Il circumstantial account of al
the love tangles in which he haC
been involved, all the half engage
ments into which he had beer
drawn. until poor Daffodil felt rs !
her John and this gay Lothari,
must be two quite different beings
And we are all supposed, my
dear. said Mrs. Nudge, comfortably
taking snuff, that he was to marry
Olive Dodworth, the actress, wher
he up and brought YOU home. Dear
dear what fiirts men are Amt the,
now. my dear ?"
'I-suppose so, said poor Daffo
dil, intent upon the stitches of hel
strip of embroidery.
Il hope you'll come and see IN,
often, said Mrs. Nudge, setting dow
her tea cup, and taking up her hi.
red shawl.
Il shall be very happy" said DAT
fodil.
and well have ever so many
confidential chats" said Mrs
Nudge.
''Yes, " said Daffodn.
And after Mrs. Nudge had gone
away, poor Daffodil sat and wonder
ed what made her so wretched. Sh,
could hear some one moving abou
overhead. Some one had told hel
that a young artist had Just rented
the top floor Of the Fountain,
FLATS.
She wondered vaguely what h,
was like, and whether he, too, wa
a human butterfly lighting on ever,
flower and constant to none.
She asked herself whether fat Nh
Smith, who went out from the suit
of apartments below with a sill
umbrella under his arm, dyed mus
taches, and a smoothly shaven chin
had his amiable weaknesses like
wise.
Il almost wish, said Dafiodil t,
herself that / had remained mn
married. No | don't either. /
don'tknow what ] wish y
So, woman-ike. Dafiodil had be
gun to cry.
But the pleasant twilight walk i
5he park, and the melodious whist
of the robin at the bird fancier'
had eheered her up again, for tn
time being.
But she could not be blind to tn
fact that John was not with her 5
much as during the five weeks afte
their marriage. Now and again {
an evening he would be absen
without a sufficient excuse. and
with a smothered pang at her hear
Daffodil had thought OF Olive Dod
worth, the brilliant young actres,
even then playing at one of the mino
city theatres.
Does he care for her vet p DafiJ
dill asked herself: and there cam
no satisfactory answer 10 her query
And so it happened that to-nigh
rs she stood among her geranium
looking out at the sunset. she wa
not quite happy
In old times said this bride {
six months to herself, John wa
always home TO take me for a wal
in the twilight. He never thinks {
It now.
Were Aunt Jocasta and Mr.
Nudge right, after all? Was man
delusion, and life a dreary series
disappointments?
As these dispirited reflection
passed through her mind, she wa