The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-01-26
DAPFODIL's HUSBAND.
A Story Which shows the Folly
OfTrusting 10 Appearances.

tall towers OF ST. Georges twin stee.
pied church, the soft June twilight
was settling, like an impalpable veil
Of liquid, and Dafodil Grey stood at
the window, carelessly toying with
the geranium leaves, that gave out a
sweet, pungent fragrance to the touch
of her fingers, and thinking-think.
ingl
II was just six months, this day,
that she was married-six months
since she had left the old farm in
Chester county, and come to the
great City to live.
you'll be desperately homesickl"
Aunt Jocasta had said, with a solemn
shake'of the head.
mot with John" she had respond
ed, radiantly.
"Justfancy," groaned Aunt ocasta,
Exchanging all these fields and hills
for a city fatp
"Everyonelivesi in flats nowadays
Dafodil had retorted; "and John says
/ shall find things very convenient"
"Humph!" said Aunt Jocasta; 81
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!"
"Ofcourse," said Daffodil, laughing.
So she had married the young hero
Of her hopes and dreams, and gone to
that great, crowded city tolive. And
the fiat had been Arcadia to her
that is, just at first, when the honey
moon was in its first glow, and all
the world was TRANSPORTED with the
light that shines through the halo of
wedding ring.
But of late Mrs. Daffodil had not
been quite SO happy. She had been
crying, one night, when John came
home Unexpectedly, and there was
no time to dash away the tears.
"My darling" he had cried aghast,
"what is the toruble?"
Nothing, nothing" she
had answered. "only-ouly it is SO
long since I placed my feet on sod
of green grass. And was thinking
that the old orchard would be in
blossom just at this time; and the
meadow under the sassafras tree
would DO all blue with early violets. +"
"Dafodil, are you homesick2"
"No John-indeed, no!' she cried.
Get on your things" said Grey,
"Well go and walk in the park, and
listen to the robin at the bird fan.
cier's and try to imagine ourselves
back in rural districts again."
Daffodil, trying to smile, as she
tied her pink bonnet-strings, did not
tell him OF the long visit she had
from Mrs. Nudge, who declared that
"she had al'ys loved John Grey as
if he had been her own son." and had
proceeded to edify his brid with a
circumstantial account Of all the
mischief he had gotten into, all the
love-tangles in which he had been
involved, all the Heterogeneous
into which he had been drawn, until
poor Daffodil felt as if her John Grey
and this gay Lothario must be two
quite different beings.
"And we had all supposed, my
DEAR" said Mrs. Nudge, comfortably
taking snuff, "that he was trying to
marry Olive Dodworth, the actress,
when he up and brought you home.
Dear, dear! what airtsm men arel Amt
they now, my dear?"
I-suppose 80" said poor Dafodil,
intent upon the stitches of her strip
of embroidery,
Il hope you'll come and see me
often" said Mrs. Nudge, setting her
tea-cup down and taking up her big
red shawl.
81 shall be very happy" said DAT.
fodil.
"And we'll have ever so many nice
confidential chats" said Mrs. Nudge.
eyes," said Daffodil, family.
And after Mrs, Nudge had gone
away, poor Daflodil sat and wondered
what made her so wretched. She
could hear some one moving about
overhead. Some one had told her
that a young artist had rented the
top floor of Fontaine Flats.
She wondered vaguely what he was
like, and whether he, too, was hu-
man butterfly lighting on every
flower and constant tn nnnp