Nevada County picayune., 1889-03-27
WHY DON'T YOU TELL HER SO?
A Little Romance in One Chap.
 ter..With Moral.

l womanl v that turned from the mirror with an impatient little gesture. say. l ing: What is the good of it. He don't care"
 The beautiful faee clouded, the sweet lips quivered and settled into little pout for few moments. as shf stood at the window watching for somebody's coming.
 Another moment and a quick step was heard in the hall, and soon after William Upton, Bessie husband. en- tered. The little wife raised her eyes, not expectant, but a little hope full, to his. She knew she was look ing prettily. Would he tell her so, or notice it?
 Nay, not even by smile showing his pleasure, but tte same greeting as ever.
 "Order up dinner, Bessie"
 She turned and left the room, her quiverng lip revealing the wounded spirit, while her husband, already absorbed in his paper, failed to no- tice the sad look in her eyes.
 "Oh, if he would only say some times such things as he used to say" was her plqlntiYe thought as she closed the door behind her. "I would give even years of my life to hear them. If he loved me as he should-as 1 do him, more and more the longer we live-he would show it, would tell me so. What would it cost him td say those words my heart Is perishing for--words so little to him, so mighty to me? No matter whether look i'll or well, no com ments. The same way when l ar range anything to please him. He has grown indifferent, to say the least. And, o, heavens! l dare not think what may follow''
 She had prepared tor dinner dish that Will was particularly fond of, but no words of praise fell from his lips, and the meal was eaten in com paratiye silence, he occupied by thoughts of business. she waiting hopefully for some kind word.
 The dinner finished, Will was hur- rying off when Bessie said: You won't forget the opera tonight, Will?"
 "Oh, no-be all ready; I shall be back in time"
 She looked as if she wanted to say something more, and William asked : What is it, Bessf Speak quickly. l must be off, -
 "Nothing," she said,
 He hurried off. A sigh escaped Bessie's lips, and turning from the door, she exclamed "How differ entl In bygone days, so very diff l ferent wanted to ask him tC bring me some flowers to wear to, night, But he does not care how look; and why should 7"
 William Upton became every day more absorbed in money-making and Bessie grew so miserable in the belief that she had lost her husband love, and in mere desperation, she plunged in a whirlpool of gayety and fashionable dissipation. Young beautiful, accomplished, she won ad miration always. Looks and words denied by her husband were layishet bountifully by other men.
 On one occasion William thoughts were drawn from the count ing-house long enough to express hi admiration m very decided manne of q beautiful woman, the widow O an old friend. His remarks wer' heard by one who made good hast to use them--one whose devotion t' Bessie was known ny every one, saw her husband. Skilfully this mal used his weapon, pricking her deeply wounding so surely that the sore an, bleeding heart was ready to flee t any one offering sympathy,
 She listened, orphaned and child less; no aged one with wise counse to direct her; no caressing baby arms to twine around and hold he | 4 ... tn,,Nntot;An WArIS fn