The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-11-03
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THE YOUNG WIFE,S
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CN Ut again to-nightY' said
Mrs. Hayes, fretfully. as her
husband rose from the tea
table and dOnned his Overcoat.
Yes; | have an engagement with
Moore; shall be In early; leave a light
in the library: good night" And with
careless nod William Hayes left the
room.
Always the way" murmured Lizzie
Hayes, sinking back upon the sofa;
'out every night. l don't believe nei
cares one bit about me now. and yeti
We have been married but two years.
No man could have more ORDERLY
house. | am sure. And never go Quit
anywhere; | am not a bit extrava CANT.
oh, dear! why is III l was not rich:i
he did not marry me for money, and
he must have loved me then; why does
he now treat me with such neglect -
And with her mind filled with such fret
tul questions. Lizzie Hayes fell asleep
On the sofa.
Let me print her picture as she lay
there. She was blonde. withja small.
graceful figure and very pretty face.
The hair. which showed by Its rich
waves its tendency to curl. waslbrushed
smoothly back and gathered ino a knot
at the back. ut was such a bother
to curl it." she said Her cheek was
pale, and her face wore dlscOntented
Expression. Her dress was neat chintz
wrapper. but she wore neither collar
aor cuffs. What's the use dressing up
Just for William"
Lizzie slept soundly for two hours.
and then awoke suddenly. She sat up,
glanced at the clock. aud sighed drear-
lily at the long interval still TO be spent
alone before bedtime.
The library was over the room In
which she sat. and down the furnace
hue, through the register. voice came
to the young wife's ears; It was her
husbands.
We'll, Moore. what Is a man to do?
was disappointed, and | must have
pleasure somewhere. Who could have
fancied that Lizzie Jarvis, so perfect
" sprightly and loving, could change to
the fretful dOwdy she now Isl Who
wants 10 stay at home and hear his
wife whining all the evening about her
troublesome servants and headaches
and all sorts Of bother? She has so
got that knack OF drawing that. upon
my life. | do not believe that she could
speak a pleasant word"
Lizzie sat as II stunned. Was this
true? She looked In the glass. II not
exactly a dowdy, her costume was not
DIT for an evening at home, with only
| William TO admire. She rose. and slow
ly went TO her room, with bitter and
sorrowful thought, and a firm resolu-
ton to win back her husband, and then,
his love regained, keep 1t.
The next morning William came into
the breakfast room with his usual care
less manner, but a bright smile came
on his lip as he saw Lizzie. A pretty
chintz wrapper, with neat collar, and
sleeves of snowy muslin. and wrea tn
Of soft, full curls, had really meta,
morphosed her; while the blush his ad
miring glance called up to her cheek
did not detract from her beauty. Al
irst William thought there must be d
guest, but CHANGING, he found they were
alone.
Come, William. your coffee win bt
stone cold" said Lizzie, in a CHEEKY
pleasant voice.
Not one fretful speech nor one com
plant fell upon Williams ear during
the meal The newspaper, his usua
solace at that hour, lay untouched. al
Lizzie chatted gayly on every pleasan
subject she thought Of. warming by hi
gratitied interest and cordial maner.
You viii be at home TO dinner?" sh,
said, as he went out.
Can't to day, Lizzie; have bushes
out of torn: but I'll be home early t,
tea. II I've something substantial, 70
| don't expect to dine. Good-by."
And the smiling look. warm kiss an,
lively whistle were Il marked contras
to his lounging. careless gait the pre-
viouS evening.
Il am In the right path" said Lizzie
In a low whisper; 'oh, what fool
have been for two years! A fretfu
,, dowdy! William. you shall never sa
, that again.
Tea time came and William cam
, with it; little figure, in a tasty sill
dress. smooth curls, and oh. such
lovely blush and smile, stood ready I