The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-08-28
I'm sorry.

Matte had fiery temper, but that was
her worst fault. When she married Marsh
Hunter, people said:
'She'll make his life warm business
for him."
But Matte thought differently.
''lll show them what triumph love
will work. I'll teach them I'm not the
mixen I SEEM"
And so she married hlm. The wedding
was very pleasant affair-something to
look back to as long as they lived. Matte
looked very sweet In her new white Swiss.
Her long, jetty curls trembled and shone
In the brilliant light, her eyes sparkled like
twin stars, and her soft cheeks were
mantlcd III softer bushes aB she leaned
trustlngiy on the strong arm of the stall
Wart man who was to be her guard and
guide through life.
The honeymoon Yves rich with pleasure
OF new-married life to the humble pair; but
the time soon came when the bride must
leave the old roof-tree for the untried real
ties OF home of her own. This was the
first sorrow-the trial Of leaving home and
mother-but it was heetlng, for in the ex
element Of "setting up'' housekeeping in
the white cottage on Squire Blackburn's
farm, the little sorrow was drowned.
1t was very funny, and Marsh laughed,
and Matte laughed when they two sat
down to the little new table and ate the
viands prepared by Mattie's own hands.
Everything was new and strangely sweet.
Everything went on nicely, and 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 tho headache. and
the supper must be ready at five o'clock
Matte tried to got it ready, but burned her
wrist then she burned the bread. Then
she looked at the clock, and saw that it
had stopped, and looking out at the door
she saw Marsh.
els supper ready2" he asked, and she
blurtcd out something, and then they had
their first quarrel.
Oh, dear me, the first quarrel. How
sorry it made the poor little woman.
But Marsh looked sullen, and went off
without kissing her. They never talked
that quarrel over, simply because they were
both too proud to breach the subject
After that quarrels came oftener and easier.
lhey did not mean to quarrel, but some
how angry words would come up.
After awhile little boy came to their
household, and it seemed for month or
two good deal like the well-remembered
honeymoon; but Mattie's wretched temper
would ny to pieces again, and the happi-
ness was spoiled.
'Its curious we can't get along without
30 much quarreling,' said Marsh. one
winter day. Matte felt the tears in her
eyes in moment, and her heart softened
towards Marsh, and she was about to con-
fess her failings and ask forgiveness, when
he continued:
Its all your hateful temper, Matte
you know it is."
That was enough, and what was meart
to be reconciliation was simply another
quarrel.
"Oh, dear me, 1t is my wretched temper
Il know 1t is," sobbed Matte after Marsh
went out, "but he needn't have said 80"
eff I only wasn't 80 bind" said Marsh
to himself with a sigh.
so things went from bad to worse.
Little mistakes were imagined into terrible
wrongs.
The neighbors had their fill of gossip
ABOUT the matter, and, finally, one day
when Marsh was away, Matte thought tho
thing over.
II am wretched little nuisance. ~ aha
said mentally. 81 don't know wby T am
so, either, but couldn't help itl'' she said
desparingly, her eyes filling with tears.
i've great mind to take Neddie and 90
home. and stay there. My shame couldn't
be any greater than 1t is"
She clasped tho baby close in her arma
and the tears fell fast on his curly head.
Her heart seemed bursting within her.
but she wrapped the child in her shawl anu
with quickening step she fled from the
place and hurried across the snow covered
fields to her mothers
"What's the matter child7" asked her
mother, as Matte, pale and shiverlng,
appeared at the door.
'Don't ask me, MOTHER sobbed the
wretched little woman.
"You amt left home9"
eyes, mother, forever"
Don't say that to me. You shall 20
back this instant" said her mother, think
ing of tile scandal that was sure to follow
such proceeding by her miserable
daughter.
"Ob, don't mother" and Matte Q looked
the picture Of despair
"Tell mo about it, my child" said the
mother, melted into tenderness by the
look.
Then Matte, through her tears, told her
mother all, and ended with these pltiful
words
''But, oh, mother, do love him, the
father of my child. / love him, but he
doesn't understand me. If he could but
understand moi" and she fell sobbing be-
side her mothers knee.
'IIet me advise you my child" SAID the
mother, softly stroking her daughters
glossy hair. 'T'vo passed through it all,
and I'll tell you a secret. There is almost
certain to be mistakes come up between
husband and wife, and often words arc
spoken that are regretted moment after
ward. But my child, such a word can do
no harm, If repented of and confession
made. If you have said anything to wound
your husbands feelings, no matter what he
may have said to you 90 tell him YOU arc
sorry, and know that he will not only
forgive you, but will beg you to forgive
him. The hour that follows will be more
delightful than the hour Of your wedding.
Let mo tell you little instance In my own
lite."
And her mother told OF ono of those little
Co, I'll kI~.a