The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-02-02
A TYPE OF HUSBAND.
HIS is A NATURE WHICH MOST
YOUNG GIRLS SHOULD AVOID.
The Self Importance of a Typical Young
Married Man Who Has for a Wife a
Sunny Tempered Woman Who Cannot Be
Suppressed In Her Efforts to Be Happy.

Married Man Who Has for q Wife a
Suppressed In Her Efforts to Be Happy.
IT pity that woman"
"Pity herT'
eyes, with all my heart; watch them"
She was a bud of a girl wife, and as
she sat cozily ensconced in her light gray
macintosh, with its cape and big though
inoffensive plaids-the picture of perfect
loneliness intrenched against the pierre
ing dampness of the stormy night-one
might we'll marvel at the alien thought
of pity. There was the unmistakable
suggestion Of an exquisitely rounded and
graceful figure.
Her eyes were of a deep blue, shaded
by dark brows and lashes, and the wayy
strands of hair, a shade fainter and more
dull than golden, were pressed about the
shell-like ears by a light veil, which also
seemed to hold the pretty little bonnet
firmly in place. The face was refined.
beautiful and more lovable than intel
lectual in its outlines; the complexion
was fair but colorless-the unimpeach-
able evidence Of an habitual and harm
lessly mild dissipation.
They had been to the opera. He sat
stifay and uncomfortably by her side.
He was tall and lank and angular, and
as he unfastened the two top buttons of
his black O~vercOat there was shown the
immaculate front of evening dress. His
silk hat leaned, perhaps ~involuntarily, a
little to one side and his little dark eyes |
increased the impression of a self con-
scious uneasiness. A thin, dark beard,
which evidently wasn't on speaking
terms with the mouth, had also detied
successfully any artistic intimacy with
the BARRIERS shears, and a hectic flush
heightened the cheeks.
He occupied only the forward part of
his seat, while she cuddled back as far
as possible and inclined slightly toward
the vacancy behind him. 1t is needless
to add that they were going to their
home in Brooklyn.
BRAVE LITTLE WOMAN.
She evidently enjoyed the opera at
least, and was anxious to dwell with
him upon the scenes which pleased her
most. Her mood also was a friendly
critical one. He seemed to have a
chronic grudge against himself and
everybody else who presumed to inter
rupt his profound communion with his
thoughts.
She sat a few moments in silence, then
looked up into his face with childish
confidence and said something in a loud
voice.
His features relaxed, the crease be-
tween his thin brows deepened and his
face wa petulant and fretful as he roll
ed his eyes toward her, more to let her
understand he was about to address her
than to look into hers.
"Id like to know what you know !
about it, anyway.
She drew back a little in silence at his
rough ~retort, but presently she forgot
her chagrin and said something to him
again.
"Well, you're a nice person to c~riticise ]
anything like that, aren't you? Haven't
you got any sense at ALP
The little woman blushed, her ewes
dropped, the faint smile of interest
faded from her face and she sank back
again to hide her embarrassment.
A CHRONIC AZURE.
But hers evidently was one of those I
sunny, open temperaments which soon [
forget a wrong, especially when perpe-
trated by a loved one, and it was not /
long before her cOuntenance was again I
serenely tranquil, and her happy eyes
told of the pleasant thoughts which
were fitting through her mind. Soon {
she looked up again and spoke to him. r
Eyes, that's just about like YOU" he r
calculated sarcastically. "Why don't
you wait till you know something of e
what you are talking about before YOU
begin to criticise? What do you sup +,
pose people go to hear it for, anyway:
Do you think every one's a fool but
your" y
And the man ratified on with his harsh =
reprlmands, seeming to take a supreme l
delight IN verbally chastising the sweet.
little innocent at his side for II
presumlng to exist or e~ndeavoring to
make the evening pleasant for him with S
her l~notfensive prattle. AS she shrank v
further and further back in her seat a .
paleness drove the bushes from her "
cheeks, and she had not recovered her p
courage to speak again when the train T
stopped at the City Hall station. and
they hurried across to the bridge cars. Ii
He Is the same, probably, in every b
thing. His is a nature which does not :,
change. They are young, and evidentlv
have not been married more than a wear W
or two. n
How long will she endure it? T.
And at the crisis, which of the two
dark crossroads will she take? 81
Yes, indeed; | pity that woman."-u
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