Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1880-05-07

overgrowing her life.
"What shall 1 dor" thought the little,
timid, shrinking wife. "Oh, what shall I
do?n
But, child as she was, Daisy had a
strong. resolute wcman's heart within her
nor was she long in coming to a decision.
''Daisy,'' said her husband to her the
next day, ''you haven't any objections to
my attending the Orion Ball Masque?'
fare masked balls nice places, Her
bert?''
$50, yes, everybody goes; only I thought
I'd pay you TIE compliment Of asking
whether YOU disapproved or not"
"Can 60 with your"
"Well-ahem-n very well, this time,
Daisy. You see, Mrs. Fenchurch really
limited so strongly for me to take her, that
I couldn't help it.
every well,' assented Daisy, maekly.
and Herbert repeated within himself the
pecan of praises he had chanted in Mr..
Portcross' ears: 1.-THE best little wife in
the world!''
But notwithstanding all this, Mr.. Aims
court was not exactly pleased, when, at
the selfsame Bal Masque, during the gay
pc, iod of unmasking, he saw his wife's in
nocent face browning the picturesque cos
tune of Bavarian peasant girl.
"Hallo!" he calculated. rather ungraci-
ously, ''you hereH'
eyes, "lisped Daisy, with a girllsh smile.
'sYou said everybody went! And oh, Her
bert, isn't it nice2"
! Mr.. Ainscourt said nothing more, but
| Mrs. Fenchurch found him very stupid
companion for the remainder of the 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
tri pped in, her cashmere shawl trailing
over her shoulders, and her dimpled cheeks
all pinked with the fresh wind.
Gam 1 behind time! Really, am SO
sorry! But we have been driving in the
park, and"
"We! Who are WEI" growled her hus-
band.
"Why, Colonel Adair and 1.-The Colo
mel Adair that you 60 out with so much"
"Now, look here, Dalsy!" calculated
Mr.. Ainscourt. rising from the table and
pushing back his chair. "Adair isn't ex.
actly the man want you to drive with!'
"But you go every where with him?''
| e.T h,,t nd r fyuO -
''Now, dear Herbert interposed Daisy
willfully misunderstanding him, ''you
know never was bit proud, and the as
|sociates that are good enough for my hus
band are good enough for me. Let mt
give you few more oysters"
Ainscou,t looked sharply at his wife
Was she really in earnest, or was there a
mere hooking undercurrent OF satire II
her tone? But he could not decide, Sc
artless was her countenance.
'I'll talk to her about it sometime, f" was
his internal decision.
''Daisy,'' he said, carelessly. when din
ner was over, live asked old Mrs. Bar
berry to come and spend the day with yor
to morrow"
"Oh. have you? Pm sorry, for am en-
gagged out tomorrow"
"You! Where2"
"Oh, at Delmonico's. I've Joined ;
Woman's Rights Club, and we m eet ther'
to organizs.''
1.-THE deuce take woman's rights'' ejac
ulated the ir tie husband.
ssOf course don't believe in them, bu
it's the fashion to belong to club. ant
, such nice place to go evenings. lam dull
here evenings, Herbert
; Herbert's heart smote him, but he an
swered, resolutely:
81 beg you will give up this ridiculou
, idea. What do women want of clubs!"
'sWhat men do, Esuppose.'
"But don't approve of it ALL"
, 'You belong to three clubs, Herbert.
s'That's altogether different matter.
"But why is it different?''
t "Hem-why? Because-of course any
body can see why-its self-evident."
81 must be very blind" said Mrs
| Ainscourt, demurely, shut [ confess
can't discriminate the essential differ
l ence.''
Herbert Ainscourt said nothing more
but he did not at ali relish the change tina
+. had lately come over the spirit of Daisy
dream.
She did change, somehow. She wen
out driving here, there and everywhere
He never knew when he was certain OF
quiet evening with her; she joined no
only that club, but innumerable socletie
for thousand purposes, which took he
. away from home continually. Mr.. Aims
court chafed against the new dispensatiol
but 1t was useless. Daisy always had al
excuse to plead.
Presently her mother in-law bore dow
upon her, an austere old lady in black sat
8 in and chestnut-brown wig.
s'Daisy you are making my son wretch
ed"
4 "Am II" cried Daisy. s.Dear me.
!, hadn't any idea Of it'll What's the trou