Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-16

good soul, who knew by sad, IL Oppo-
site oxperience-she was painfully
thin-how severely it was possible to
suffer because of fancied personal
defect, and she intuitively dovined
the cause of the sadness which
echoed in Mrs. Grants voice and
shone in her eyes. And so, being
one of those patient saints who, un-
der a plain exterior carry angelic
hearts and go about the world doing
all the odd deeds of kindness every
one else leaves undone, and for which
there is no reward-but virtues own
she set herself to work to maze
Mrs. Grant, happy. And the way
she accomplished her kim intenti0n
was as follows:
First, she called upon her friend
and asked her to sing at musicale
TO be given at ner house, and pressed
her request on the grounds that
everyone else would be sure to sing
something sad or mournful, and "no-
body | know sings merry ballads as
well as you do, my dear. And be-
Sides" she added, as with an after
thought, ''you have such lovely
presence that it will be a rest TO the
audience Just to look at you after the
numerous people all ranging from
thin TO scrawny who will take part
first" Mrs. Grant felt sure she only
said it out of kindness, but her
heart softened and she consented TO
sing. and even ordered a new dress
for the occasion. She had not worL
an evening dress for so long that he'
bare arms and neck felt strange, bua
still it gave her the feeling of salts
faction which nothing but a hand
some outfit can produce in the heart
of woman, and when her number
was anncunced she found TO her Joy
that music still gave her tho power
60 forget She had meant TO go
home early, but somehow she enjoyed
herself so much that it was 2 o'clock
before her husband, whom to her great
surprise she had seen seated in front
of her when she sang, stood in the
hall waiting for her. II didn't know
you were coming tonight" she hal
said with her old-time pretty man
nor, as they went upstairs together
Il thought you said you were going
to the play" $50 | was, he an
swerej, "but you looked so lovely
when you passed me on tho way to
the carriage, that thought / would
rather see you after all" 1t was
easy to be c1urtly and gallant to a
wife who looked so charming as she
did just then, with THAI lovely girl
ish blush on her checks, and the de-
lighted, half-timid smile which his
compliment had brought forth play
ing around her mouth and making
the pretty dimples which hal lain
concealed so long. The happy smile
still fingered while she donned her
wraps, and draped the dainty white
lace scarf around her head and
throat cit was many day since she
had arranged it so carefully and
many of the other ladies' cast admir-
ing chances toward her, for, contrary
to the general idea, women do ad-
mire each other frequently. Present
ly one of them vcntured TO tell her
how handsome she was looking. and
again she blushcd like the maiden
she was at heart, and her eyes
filed with happy tears as she muir
INJURED something about being $50
stout" you stout" exclaimed the
other with merry laugh, "why,
I'd give anything TO be "a plump as
you are" And as the common
fatty" as she had often bitterly
called herself, went down the stairs,
she thought of another woman who
had that evening told her she was
"only stout enough TO be dignifed, "
and wondered If she was really as bad
looking as she had supposed.
''Will you come again next week.
asked the little missionary as she
babe her friend good night. and even
she was surprised at She ready
answer of Yes, indeed dear, as often
as you like.
That night the now happy woman
stood so long in front of her tall mir
ror tat her husband laughingly in
| quired ii she contemplated admiring
herself all night, and when he woke
the next incoming she was there
again. With mingled sigh and
smile he turned away. but presently
she called him, with tone he had
not heard for so long that it startled
him, and, razor in hand, he went to
her dressing-room door. John,
she said, timidly, coming up to him,
with a shoe in one hand and a but
ton-hook in the other, 1--we been
very cross this last year or two,
haven't IP" well, you haven't been
like yourself, dear" he answered,
'why was it?" "Well. do you know, VI
she murmured, blushing and hes.
itating, Il thought l was getting SO
fat and ugly that--that-you wouldn't
love me-" she finished, with her
head on his shoulder "Pansy," he
said softly, using the love-name he
had given her during their counting
days, don't you know you never
were so pretty as you are now. Why,
only the other day Brown (the artist,
you know, was telling me he wished
he could have you for q model And,
do you know, when saw you look.
ing at yourself so long. l was afraid
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