The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-03-25

Matte had a fiery temper, but that wa
her worst fault. When she married
Marsh Hunter people said
"Shell make his life warm busi
ness for HIM"
But Matte thought differently.
"lll show them what triumph of love
will work I'll teach them I'm not tn,
vixen / seem"
And so she married him. The we'd
ding was a very pleasant aflair-some
thing to look back to a. long as they
lived. Matte looked very sweet in hcl
new white Swiss. Her long, ictty cmlq
trembled and shone in the brilliant LIGHT.
her eyes sparkled like twin stars, and
her soft cheeks were mantled in softer
bushes rs she leaned trustingly on the
strong arm of the stalwart man who was
to be her guard and guide through life.
The honeymoon was rich with the
pleasures of new married life to the hum
BILE pair but the time soon came when
the bride must leave the old roof-tree
for the untried realities of a home of her
own. This was the first sorrow the
trial of leaving homo and mother-but
it was fieeting, for in the excitement 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 just 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
hottest days of the season Matte had the
headache, and the supper must be ready
at five o'clock. Matte tried 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 looking out at the door she saw
Marsh.
as supper rcady?" he asked, and she
blurted out something, and 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 of
without kissing her. They never talked
that quarrel over, simply because they
were both too proud to broach the sub
iect. After that quarrels came oftener
and easier. They did not mean to quar-
rel, but somehow angry words would
come up.
After awhile little boy came to their
household, and it seemed for month or
two good deal like the ell-romember-
ed honeymoon; but Mattie's wretchcd
temper would fly to pieces again. and
the happiness was spoiled.
"lt's curious we can't get along with
out so much quarrelling," 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 confess her
failings and ask forgiveness, when he
continued
"It's all your hateful temper Matte
you know it is"
That was enough, and what was meant
to be n reconciliation was simply another
quarrel.
"Oh, dear me; it is my wretchcd TEN.
perl know il is, sobbcd Matte, after
Marsh went out; "but he needn't have
said so,
"If l only wasn't so blunt, said Marsh
TO himself with q sigh.
So things went from bad to worse.
Little mistakes were imagined into terri |
BILE wrongs.
The neighbors had their fill of gossip
about the matter, and finally, one day,
when Marsh was away, Matte thought |
the thing over.
Il am wretched little nuisance she
said mentally; II don't know why / am
so either but can not help it~ she
said, despairingly, her eyes filling with
tears. "1'ye great mind to take Ned
die and go homo nnl alnv Ihnrn Nv |