The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-04-17
Behind the Veil.

Mr.. Edge was late at breakfast. That
was not an unusual occurrence; and he
was disposed to be cross, which was
likewise nothing new, SO he retired be-
hind the newspaper and devoured his
eggs and toast without vouchsahng re-
ply to the remarks of the fresh looking
little lady opposite, to-wit, Mrs. Edge.
But she was gathering together her force
tor her final onslaught, and when at
length Mr.. Edge got down to the last
paragraph, and laid aside the newspaper,
it came:
Dear, didn't you say you were going
to have hundred dollars for my new
furs o-day7'
sWhat furs?' (rather sharply was this
spoken.) ooh, pshaw! What is the use
of being extravagant? have no money
to lay out in useless follies. The old
ones are good enough for any sensible
woman to wear.
Mrs. Edge-good, meek little soul
that she was-relapsed into obedient 81
lence. She only sighed soft, inward
sigh, and presently began new attack.
Henry, will you go with me to my
aunt's to-night?'
Cant you 60 alone?'
sAlone! how would it look?' Mrs.
E's. temper-for she had one, though
it did not often parade itself-was arous-
ed. you are so neglectful of those lit
tie attentions you used to pay me once;
you never walk with me, nor even pick
up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress
as you once did,
sWell, fellow can't be ever waiting
on woman, can hep growled Mr..
Edge.
You could be polite enough to Mrs.
Walters, last night, when you never
even thought of asking if 1 wanted any
thing, though you knew perfectly we'll
that l had headache. don't believe
you care as much for me as you used
to- and Mrs Edge looked extremely
pretty with the tears in her blue eyes
and the quiver on the round rosy lips.
'Pshaw,' said the husband peevishly,
now don't be silly, Maria
'And in the stage, yesterday, you
never asked me if l was warm enough,
or put my shawl around me, while Mr..
Brown was so afectionate to his wife.
1t was mortifying enough Henry; in
deed it was
Ididn't tknow women were such fools,
said Mr.. Edge, as he drew on his over
coat, to escape the tempest that was fast
approaching. 'Am the sort of man
to make ninny of myself doing the
polite to any sort of female creature?
Did you ever know me to be conscious
whether a woman had on shawl or
| swallow-tailed coatF
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind
little pocket handkerchief, and Henry,
the savage, banged the door loud enough
to give Betty in the kitchen nervous
start.
Raining again! I do believe we are
to have a second edition of the deluge,
Mr.. Edge said to himself, that evening,
as he escorted his feet of iniquity into
the south west corner of car at City
Hall. Go ahead, conductor; can't
you see we are full, and it's dark al
ready?
I'm one minute, SIR said the conduc'
tor, as he helped little woman, with q
basket, on board. Now, sir, move uI
a little, if you please.
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comforta
BILE, and did not want to move, but the
light of the lamp falling on the pearly
forehead and shining golden hair OF the
conner, he changed his mind and movee
up.
'What lovely eyes, quoth he, men
tally, as she bestowed a single acknowl
edging smile. Real violet, the yer.
color l most admire! Bless me, wha
business have married men like me t.
be thinking about eyes7 There, she ha
confounded veil over her face, ant
!, the light as dim as tallow dip; bu
those are pretty eyes!
The fair possessor of those blue eye
shivered slightly, and drew her mantill
close around her shoulders.