River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1880-09-09
DAFFODH'S HUSBAND.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
saturday Night.

The sun had dropped behind the tall
towers of st. Georges twin-steepled
church, the soft June twilight was set
Ting, like an impalpapable veil Of
liquid amethyst, over all the little
apartments, and Dafiudil Grey stood at
the window, carelssly toying with the
geranium-leayes, that gave out a sweet,
pungent fragrance to the touch Of her
fingers, and thinking thinking
Ii was Just six months, this day.
since She was married-siX months
since she had left the old farm in Ches-
ter county, and come to the great city
to live
You'll be desperately homcsick -
Aunt Jocasta had said, with Il solemn
shake of the head.
Not with John :" She had spondcd,
radiantly.
Just fancy" groancd Aunt Joeasta
exchanging all these fields and hills
fora city fot"
Every one lives IN flats nowadays, :
Dahodil had retorted and John says
| shall find things very convenient.
''humph T. said Aunt Jocasta; Il
never was in love myself, but I've been
told that people who are would believe
ANYTHING. | suppose John is law and
gospel to you now
''Of course, said DaNodil, laughing.
NJ she had married the young hero
Of her hopes and dreams, and gone to
the great, crowded city to live. And
the flat had been Arcadia to her-that
is Just at first, when the honeymoon
was in its first glow. and all the world
was TRANSPORTED with the light that
shines through the halo of a wedding
ring.
But, of late Mrs. Dailodil had not
been quite 80 happy. She had been
crying, one night, when John came
home unexpectedly. and there was no
time Ia dash away the tears.
My darling" he had cried aghast.
what is the trouble ?"
Nothing, John-nothing' she had
answered. "Onlv-Onlv it IS so long
since placed my feet on Il sod of green
grass. And | was thinking that the old
orchard would be i'm blossom just ut this
time: and the meadow under the sassa-
fras tree would be all blue with early
violetS
"Daflodil, are YOU homcsick2'
No. John-indeed, no" she cried.
Get on your things said Grey
We'll 90 and walk in the park. and
listen to the robin ut the bird fancicr's
and try to imagine ourselves back in
the rural districts again.
But Daiiodil trying - smile as she
tied her pink bomet-strings did not
tell him of the long visit She had from
old Mrs. Nudge, who declared that
she had arvS loved John Grey a. il
lie had been her own son, and had
proceeded To edify his bride with Il CIR
cumstantial account of all the mis-
chief he had gotten into all the love
tangles in which hc had been involved
all the heterogeneous into which
he had been drawn, until poor Datiodi
lei, rs il her John Grey and this gay
I.othaio must he two quite ditteren
beings.
And we are all supposed my dear.
said Mrs. Nudge, comfortably taking
snuff. "tllat he was ~ marry Olive bod
worth. the actress, when he up anC
brought YOU home. Dear. dear. villa
tlirts men are, Amt they now my
DEAR
"I-suppose So, said poo, Datiodil
intent upon the stitches of her strip o
embroidery.
Il hope voull come and see m,
often. said Mrs Nudge. setting dow
her tca-cup and taking up her big rec
shawl
Il shall be very happy said Daflo
dill
And we'll have ever 20 many mic,
confidential chats. said Mrs, Nudge.
YES. sud Datlodil family.
Andnf:er Mrs. Nudge had gone away
Door Datlodil sat and wondered wha
made her so wretched. She could hea
some one moving about overhead
Some one had told her that young
artist had just rented the top floor o
the Fontaiue Flats.
She wondered vaguely what he wa!
like, and whether, he, too. was Il hu
man butterfly lighting on every tlou
and constant To none.
She asked hersel whether fat Mr.
Smith, who went out from the suite o
apartments below every day with a sill
umbrella under his arm. dyed mus
taches and smoothlv-Shaven chin, ha,
his amiable weaknesses likewise.
Il almost wish, said Daflodil to her
self. that ] had remained unmarried
No | don't either II don't know
what do visit
Sa, womau-likc. Daiiodil had begu
To cry,
hut the pleasant twilight walk in tn
PARK, and the melodiouS whistle of thu
robin at the bird fancier's, had cheere,
her up again, fer the time being.
But she could not be blind To the fac
that John was not with her so much n
during the five weeks after their mar
riage Now and again Of an evenin.
he would be absent without sufficien
excuse. and, with a smOthered pang a
her heart, Datiodil had thought of DIV,
Dodworth, the brilliant young actress
even then playing At one of TIM mino
city theaters.
Does he care for her Vet ." Danodi
asked herself and there came no salts
factory answer 10 the query.
And so it happened that tonight, a
she stood among her gerapiums, look