The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1891-04-09
LF.C0NQUEST.

On, Sne'S q pretty young thing;
nut if she had known as much as you
or | do of her husbands mother, she
never would have come to live with
her. She's a regular old hy@na, and
if she don't bring the tears into those
blue eyes before the honeymoon is
over, my name isn't Bridget. Why,
she's the most audacious old thing
She overhauled all her wardrobe yes
terday, before she could get here; and
as passed through the entry, heard
her muttering to herself. Silk stock
ings, humph!-ruffled underclothesl
Wonder if she things I'll have them
ironed here? Embroidered night capsl
silk dressesl Destruction and ruin"
"Ill tell you what, Bridget, there
never was house built that was big
enough for two families to live in; and
you'll find out that this won't be, l
reckon"
what, tears Emma?-tears?" said
the young husband, as he returned
from his counting room one day,
about q month after their marriage;
and, with look Of anxiety, he drew
her closer to his breast. "Tell me,
you do not so soon repent your
choice?"
Thelittle rosy mouth was held up
temptingly for kiss, and in those
blue eyes he read the answer his heart
was seeking,
"What, then, is your pet canary
sick? Can't you dress your hair to
suit you? Or are you in despair be-
cause you can't decide in which of al
your dresses you look prettiest?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Harry" sale
Emma, laughing and crying together
81 feel nervous, that's all. Pm oglad
you've come home"
Harry felt sure that was not all; bu'
he forebore to question her, for he fell
very sure she would tell him all il
good time.
The truth was, Harry's mother hat
been lecturing her daughter-in-law al
the morning upon the degeneracy O
the times;-hoped she would not thinl
of putting on all the fine things he
friends had been sofoolish as to rig he
out in;-times were not now as the,
used to be-that if Harry gave he
pocket money she had better give it t.
her to keep, and not be spending it 70
nonsense-that young wifes plao
was in her husbands house-and sh
hoped she would leave off that babyis
trick of running home every day to sc
her mother and sisters.
Emma had listened in silent amaz'
ment. She was a warm-hearted, affe'
tionate girl; but she was very higl
spirited. The color came and went i
her cheek; but she forced back til
tears that were starting to her eye
for she had too much pride to allo
her to see them fall.
After old Mrs. Hall retired, she so
for moment or two recalling he
words. "Babyish to love my ow
dear home, where | was as merry as
cricket from morning till night; whel
we all sang, and played, and read,
mothers dear room, and father an
mother the happiest of us all. Bah
ish won't be dictated to-" said ii
young wife. "Tm married, if am on
nineteen, and my own mistress" al
the rebellious tones would come
spite of her determination.
But then she thought of Harry
dear Harry-whom she had alreaC
learned to love so well. Her first il
pulse was to tell him. But she had
great deal of good sense, if she w
young; and she said to herself, an
that won't do-then he'll have to TIA
sides with one or the other, and eth
wav it will make trouble. 1t m;
wean his love from me, too. No, n
I'll try to get along without; but
wish l had known more about her
fore / came here to live"
- And so she smiled and chatted gal
with Harry, and hoped he had set
down to the account of nervousness
Still the hours passed slowly, when
was absent at his business; and
felt uneasy every time she heard
step on the stairs, lest the old la
should subject her to some new tri
II wonder what has come over O
Emma?" said one of her sisters; IS
has grown so grave and matronly
half-hated Harry when he carried
off, and ] quite hate him now, for sh
so sedate and moping. ! desire