The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-08-29
THE TWO HUSBANDS.

We are asked to the Sillimans, my
dear, for to morrow night, said
pretty Mrs. Trevor to her husband.
1t will be SO nice
The Trevors had been married but
little while, and hitherto no hus-
band could have been more obliging
than Mr.. Trevor his Difference, his
many little attentions, which had SO
charmed the girl, had still continued,
now that Helen was wife. But at
heart Mr.. Trevor was one who
thought only OF himself. His lover
like conduct had merely been put
on he had grown tirel of it his
native character was now to assume
its real hue.
Let them ask, he said, gruffly, as
he took off his coat III the hall, for
Helen bad come to meet him. Pm
too tired, after days hard work, 10
go out of evenings. We had to do
it for awhile among your family
and mine, of course ; but a stop
must be put to it som times and no
time is so good as now. The Silli-
mans are not relations, or even con-
nection. only acquaintances.
Helen's countenance fell. She still
had the innocent delight of pure,
lighthearted girl. in going into So
ciety, meeting old friends and hav-
ing a few hours of change from
the monotony that characterizes a
woman's lite. She had counted on
no little pleasure in attending this
party, for the Sillimans were noted
for the elegance OF their entertain
ments. and for the choice people
they gathered together.
Her countenance fell, as we have
said, but she was a true wife, and
she only said, meekly
Just as you please, my dear.
Well, then, that's settled, replied
Mr.. Trevor, as he put his hat on the
rack, too obtuse to see how much
his wife was disappointed, and not
caring very much, it must be con-
fessed to notice it. | did think,
once or twice, that you might object
to my purpose of staying at home
after this. But you're a sensible
woman, and no gad-about so we'll
say no more about it.
No more about it No, Helen
never said any more about it. She
never again even limited that she
wished to 60 out. But she could
not help thinking about it some
times. especially when one of her
young friends had been to see her,
and told her what a nice time they
had had at the Mortons, or the
Grays, or the Varneys, or some
other of their mutual acquaintance,
the night before. So sorry that Mr..
Trevor is too tired of evenings, they
would add, we all miss you SO much.
For Helen was proud, and told her
friends that her husband was quite
tagged out at night, though she her
self had already begun to see that
he was more indolent than fatigued.
Let us change the scene. The
very night of this conversation.
there was another one, also between
two young people, and also in refer
ence to the Silliman party.
So you have an invitation to the
Sillimans to morrow night, said Mr..
Chanter to his young bride, as he
received her kiss of welcome. l met
Silliman himself, who told me it was
| got up in a great hurry, which ac-
counts for the short notice. Now,
mind, look your prettiest.
But, said the wife, you are so
hard worked, just now. lou come
home looking SO tired. Don't you
think we'd better give up this party?
We've been to good many lately.
You want rest.
Well, puss, there's some truth in
what you say, answered the hus.
band, with another kiss. You're a
dear, good creature to be SO thought
full of me- But then, you see, that S
a reason, all the more, why | should
be careful for you in turn. Now
know something of woman's life.
It's the same indoor, hum drum
round, day after day, week after
week, month after month. A man,
whatever his occupation, finds more
or less excitement daily. At the
most, even if he's a book keeper,
which is one of the most conining
of all pursuits, he has his brisk walk
to the counting house or bank in the
fresh air. He meets people he knows
on the street and has a chat, and
hear the news, even if it's only fol
a minute that he stops. But d
woman gets no recreation, after shes
! married, unless she goes. now and
then, to tea fight, as you call it, Oh
to party. Why, my dear, if wa:
! ! to let you stay at home forever, as
some men let their wives, or make
c them, you'd soon lose those pretty
cheeks of yours and by and by ever
your spirits and at last you d be
come a dowdy, if not a confirmed
invalid. Put a plant in a cellar