The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-12-03
MY Little Wife.

that was her worst fanlt. w hen she
married Harsh Hunter pc pie said:
ssShe'n make his life warm business
for him.
But Matte thought differently.
'tI will show them what triumph
oflove I will work. I'r teach them
I'm not the vixen I SEEM"
And so she married him. The we'd
ding was very pleasant affair r-some-
thing TO louk back to as long as they
lived. Matte looked very sweet in
Sher new white swiss Her long, pret-
ty curls trembled and shown in the
brilliant light, her eyes sparkled Ike
twin stars, ard her soft cheeks were
mantled in softer blufhes as she leaned
trustingly on the strong arm OF the
stalwart man vino was to be her guide
and guard through lie.
The honeymoon was rich with the
pleasures of new married lite to the
humble pair; but the time soon came
when the bride must leave the old roof
tree for the untried realities of home
OF her own. This was the first sorrow
the trial OF leaving home and mother
but it was fieet;ng, for in, the excite
ment of the s'settlng up" Housekeeping
in the white cottage on Squire Black
burns farm, the little sorrow was
drowned.
It was very funny, and Marsh laugh,
ed and Matte laughed, when just they
two sat down to the little new table
and ate the ylands prepared by Mattie's
own hands.
Everything was new and strangely
sweet. Everything went on nicely,
aud Matte was triumphant. But all
things earthly must change. The
weather grew warm and the kitchen
hot, and one of the hottest days of the
season Matte had the headache, and
the supper must be ready at o'clock.
Matte tried nard to get it ready, but
burned her wrist; then she burned the
bread. Then she looked at the clock,
and saw that it had stopped, and look
Ing ont at the door she saw Marsh.
ssIs snpper ready!'' be asked, and she
clustered out something and they had
their FIRST quarrel.
Oh, dear me, the frst quarrel How
sorry It made the poor little woman.
But Marsh looked kullen. a.d
went off without kissing her. They
never talked that quarrel over, simply
because they were both too proud to
bFoach the subject. After that quar-
rels came ottener and easier. They did
not mean to quarrel. but somehow
angry words would come up.
After awhile httlv boy came to
their household, and it seemed for a
month or two good deal like the WE'LL
remembered honeymoon, but Mattie's
wfseched temper would fly to pieces
again, and the happiness was spoiled.
sits curious we can't get along with.
out so much quarreling," said Marsh
one winter day.
Matte telt the tears 10 her eyes in {
moment, and her heart soitened towardi
Marsh, and she vas about to confess
her failings and ask forgiveness, wher
ne continued:
sits all your hateful temper, Matte
-you know it is.''
That was enough, and what wa
meant to be reconciliation was simply
another quarrel.
sob, desr me; it's my wretebed tenn
perl know it is" sobbed Matte
after Marsh went out, "hnt he needn'
have said so"
tsIf I only wasn't SO Tlunt," sait
Marsh to himself, with SIGH.
So things went from bad to worse
Liale mistakes are imagined into Ter
YibIe wrongs.
The nsighbors had their FIJI of gossil
about. the matter, and finally one da,
whsu Masrh was away Matte though
sho thing over.
II an . wretchcd little nuisance,
nhesaid mentally; 81 don't know wh.
/ am. 30, either, but cannot help it,
she 1aid, dispairiDgly, her eyes lille,
With tears. ssI've great mud TO TAX
Nsddie aud 60 home, and stay there
NRa @gsmr1aa ss9,,1df,sk ba any greater tlla,
i
She 1lapped The baby close ID he
arms, and her tears fell fast on bis curl.
head.