Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-02-09
DAFFODIL'S HUSBAND.

The sun had dropped behind the
tall towers of ST. Georges twin
steepled church, tue soft June twi-
light was settling, like an impalpa-
bic veil of liquid amethyst, over
all the little apartments, and DAT
fodil Grey stood ut the window,
carelessly toying with the geranium
leaves, that gave out sweet, pun
gent fragrance TO the touch of her
fingers, and MISUNDERSTANDING.
1t was just six months since she
had left the old farm in Chester
county, and come to the great city
to live.
you'll be desperately home
sick y Aunt Jocasta had said,
with a solemn shake of the head.
mot with John she had re-
sponded, radiantly,
Just fancy" gloaned Aunt Jo-
casta, Exchanging all these fields
and hills for city fiat
Every one lives in flats nova
days." DatfodiI 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. Isuppose
John is law and gospel to you
now?"
"Of course" said Dafodil, laugh
ing.
So she had married the young
hero of her hopes and dreams, and
gone to the great, crowded city to
live. And the fat had been Ar
cadia 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 we'd
ding ring.
But of late, Mrs. Dafodil 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 trouble ?"
Nothing, John-nothing!" she
had answered. "Only-only it is
SO long since / placed my feet on
sod of green grass. And / was
that the old orchard would .
be in blossom, Just at this time
and the meadow under the sasafras
tree would be all blue with early
violets."
"Daffodil, are you homesickY
"No, John-indeed, nor she
cried.
Get on your things" said Grey
well go and walk in the park,
and listen to the robin at the bird
fancier's, and try to imagine our
selves back in the rural districts
again"
But Daffodil trying to smile as
she tied her pink bonnet-strings,
did not tell him of the long visit
she bad from old Mrs. Nudge, who
declared that "ehe had aPys loved
John Grey as if he had been her
'wn son." and had proceeded to
'dify his bride with a circumstan-
ial account of all the love tangles
n which he had been involved, all
he half engagements into which
le had been drawn, until poor
)affodil felt as if her John Grey
md this gay Lothario must be two
quite different beings.
"And We all supposed, my DEAR"
aid Mrs. Nudge, comfortably talk
Dg snuff, that he was to marry
Olive Dodworth, the actress, when
he up and brought you home .
Dear, dear what hirts men are
Amt they now, my dearl"
"J-suppose so" said poor Daft
'odil, intent upon the stitches of
her strip Of embroidery.
IL hope you'll come and see me
'ften," said Mrs. Nudge, setting
Down her tea-cup and taking up
her big red shawl.
II shall be very happy" said
Daffodil.
"And well have ever so many
lice confidential chats" said Mrs.
Nudge.
EYES," said Daffodil, family.
And after Mrs. Nudge had gone
'way, poor Daffodil sat and won
Tered what made her so wretched.
She could hear some one moving