The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1884-11-27

fairly reached ner thought, gave
her a sharp pain. 1t had never en-
tered her imagination that he could
look, with a passing sense of admi-
ration, into any face hut hers-that t
his heart conld turn from her to an
other for a single instant of time.
She had perceived that he was
colder, more indifferent, less care
full OF her pleasures than in the
sunny days Of their courtship and
botrothInent--but, that he could
seek another's society was a thing
unheard Of 1t was proverb, this
contrast between lovers And hus-
bands, and she had felo she WAS
proving its truth. That was all
II was an unpleasant truth, and
hsrd to receive; yet she saw no
remedy. But now, by word or
two, her friend had started her into
different view of the case. Was
her husbands heart really turned
from her? She was frightened at
the remote suggestion--for in his
love lsy>all her world.
You are not really in earnest,
Mary, about seeing Harry riding
out with q lady this afternoon"
she said in a voice and with look
that revealed fully the state of
her mind. The color had left her
face, and her heart shook in her
voice.
Probably 1 was mistaken, Bel
la replied the friend; though l
had not doubled the fact a minute
until l saw you at the window a
little while ago"
Did you notice the lady very
particularlyY
mo; but let the matter pass,
dear. No doubt l was mistaken.
1t is worrying you more than l
could have imagined" Bella looked
at her friend for some moments, in
a strange way, then giving a low,
suppressed, wailing cry, bent for
ward and laid her face upon her
bosom, sobbing and shuddering in
such wild turbulence of feeling
that her friend became actually
alarmed.
"You have frightened mep' said
the young wife, lifting her head at
last, as her excitement died away.
"Ah, Mary, if 1 should lose my
husbands love, it would kill meY
"Then, Bella" answered her
friend, ''see to it that you neglect
none of the means required for
keeping it. If yon would continue
TO he loved, you must not grow un-
lovely. The charms that won your
husband must not be folded up and
kept for holiday occasions,an then
put on for other eyes than his
You must keep them ever display
ed before him; nay, put on new at
fractions. Is not the husband even
dearer than the lover, and his heart
better worth the holding? Look
back, my dear friend, over the
brief moons that have waxed and
waned since you we're a bride. Put
yourself on trial and take impair
tial testimony. How has it been?
Has your temper been as sweet as
when you sat leaning together in
summer twilights, talking of the
love crowned future? Have you
been as studious to please as then;
ss careful of his feelings; ss re
gardful of his taste? Do you
adorn yourself for his eyes now as
you dressed for his coming then?
As wife, are you as lovable
as you were when maiden?
Bella, Bella look to the little foxes
that spoil the tender grapes, if you
would have loves ripencd fruitage.
Love is not chameleon to feed on
air and change in every hue OF
condition. 1t must have substan-
tial food. Deprived of this, and
it languishes and dies. Meet your
husband, when he returns home
this evening, as sweetly as when he
came to your fathers house, attrac-
ted as the bee is to the flower, and
note the manner in which his face
will tighten up. Did he kiss you
when he came home yesterday
The face Of Bella flushed n little.
Husbands soon lose the taste for
kissing" she answered, at the same
time pattlng her small foot nervous
ly on the Brussels carpet.
eff the wife's lips remain as
sweet as the maiden's-neverp'
"Oh, you don't know anything
about it," said Bella. "Wait till
YOU get married"
After the friend said good after
noon, the young wife went to her
room and cried for a good quarter
of an hour. Then she commenced
doing as her friend suggested. Re
freshed by a bath, she attired her
self in a spotless white wrapper,
and delicate blue belt binding
her waist. A small lace collar,
scarcely whittier than her pure neck,
edged and tied with a narrow azure
ribbon, was turned away from her
swan-like throat; and just below
was an exquisitely cut oval pin.
Her hair, rich golden brown, had
been made glossy as the wing of a
bird, and was folded just enough
away from the temples to show
their delicate cutting. Two open
rosebuds-red and white-nestled
in her hair. She did look lovely
and 1ovable as her mirror informed
her.
Harry was half an hour later
than usual coming home. Bella
was sitting in the parlor when he
came in, waiting for his return
with a new feeling in heart-a
feeling OF blended fear and hope;
fear least he was actually becoming
estrsnged from her, and trembling
hope to win him back again. His
step was not very light. She no.
ticed that, for her ear had become
newly sensitive. He had caught
sight of her through the window,
and knowing, therefore that she
was in the parlor, came to the door
/ and stood there