The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1891-09-23
The Way to Keep Him.

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Hayes, fretfully, as her husband rose
from the tea-table, and donned his great
coat.
"Yes, / have an engagement with
More: shall be in early; have light
in The library. Good night" and with
a careless nod, William Hayes left the
room.
always the way" murmured Lizzie,
sinking back on the sofa, "out every
night / don't believe he cares one bit
about me, now, and yet we've been mar
ried only two years. No man can have
a more orderly houst, am sure; and
never go anywhere; am not bit
extrayagant, and yet don't believe he
loves me any more. Oh dear, why is
it? wasn't rich, he didn't marry me
for money, and he must have loved me
then.why does he treat me with such
neglect? ?" and with her mind filed with
such fretful queries, she fell asleep upon
the sofa
Let me paint her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde, with small
graceful figure, and very pretty face.
The hair, which showed by its waves its
natural tendency TO curl, was brushed
smoothly back and gathered into a rich
knot at the back; at was such bother
to curl it," said her cheek was pale, and
the whole face wore a discontented ex-
preston. Her dress was a neat chintz
wrapper, but she wore no lace at the neck
or sleeves, "What's the use of dressing
just for William?"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and
then awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanc-
ed at the clock, and sighed drearily at the
prospect of a long interval still to be
spent alone before bed time.
The library was just over the room in
which she sat, and down the furnace fue,
through the registers, a voice came 10 the
young wife's ears +; it was her husbands.
"Well, Moore, what's a man to do? 1
was disappointed, and must have pleas
ure somewhere. Who would have fan
cied that Lizzie Jarvis, so pretty and
sprightly, and loving, could change TO \
the fretful dowdy she is now? Who
wants TO stay at home to hear his wife
whining all the evening about her trOu-
blesome servants, and her headache, and
all sorts of bothers She's got the knack
of that dawdling whine so pat, that, pom
my life, ! don't believe she can speak
pleasantly.
Lizzie sat as if stunned. Was this
true? She looked in the glass. Ifnot
exactly dowdy, her costume was certain
ly not suitable for an evening, even If it
were an evening at home, with only
William to admire. She rose, and softly
went to her room with bitter sorrowful
thoughts, and a firm resolution to win
back her husbands heart, and, then, his
love regained, to keep it.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual care
less manner, but bright smile came on
his lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty ging-
ham, with neat collar and sleeves of
snowy muslin, and a wreath Of soft, full
curls had really metamorphosed her;
while the blush her husbands admiring
glance called up to her cheek did not de-
tract from her beauty. At first William
thought there must be guest, but glanc-
ing around he found they were alone.
Come, William, your coffee will be
stone cold," said Lizzie, in q cherry,
pleasant voice
at must cool till you sweeten my
breakfast with kiss" said her husband,
crossing the room TO her side, and Liz
zie's heart bounded, as she recognized
the old lovers tone and manner.
Not one fretful speech, not one COM
plant, fell upon Williams ear through
the meal. The newspaper, his usual So
lace at that hour, lay untouched, as Liz
zie chatted gaily on every pleasant sub
ject she could think OF, warming by his
gratifed interest and cordial manner.
"You will be home to dinner?" she
said, as he went out
Cant to-day, Lizzie; 1 have business
out Of town, but I'll be home early to
tea. Have something substantial, for l
don't expect 10 dine. Goodbye" and
the smiling look, warm kiss, and lively
whistle, were q marked contrast TO his
lounging, careless gait, the previous even
ing,
81 am in the right path" said Lizzie,
in low whisper. "Oh what fool l
have been for two years! A fretting
dowdy" William, you shall never say
that again"
Lizzie loved her husband with real
wifely devotion, and her lip would quiv-
er as she thought of his confidence to his
friend Moore; but lka a brave little
woman she stified back the bitter feel
ings, and tripped off to perfect her plans.
The grand piano, silent for months, was
opened, and the linen covers taken from