Year: 1863

"Out again tonight ?' said Mrs. Hayes fret
fully, as her husband rose from the tea table and
donned his great coat.


ayes, l have an engagement with Moore; will
be in early; leave light in the library. Good
night" and with careless nod William Hayes
left the room.


always the way" murmured Lizzie Hayes,
sinking back upon sofa. "Out every night
don't believe he cares one bit about me now, and
yet we've been married but two years. No man
could have a more orderly house, I'm sure; and
never go anywhere; l am not bit extrava-
giant. Oh dear why is it ? I was not rich he
did not marry me for money, and he must have
loved me then-why does he now treat me with
SO much neglect? And with her mind filled
with such fretful queries, Lizzie Hayes fell
asleep on the sofa.


Let me print picture as she lay there. She
was blonde, with small graceful figure and a
very pretty face The hair, which showed by its
rich waves its tendency to curl, was brushed
smoothly back, and gathered into rich knot at
the back sit was such a bother to curl it," she
said her cheek was pale, and her own face wore
discontented expression. Her dress was neat
hi ntz wrapper, but she were neither collar nor
sleeves. "Whats the use in dressing up just for
William ?"


Lizzie slept soundly for two hours, and then
awoke suddenly. She sat up, glanced at the
clock, ard sighed dreariy at the long interval to
be spent alone before her bedtime


The library was just over the room in which
she sat- and down the furnace fue through the
register voice came to the young wife's ears it
was the voice of her husband.


"Well, Moore, what is a man to do? l was
disappointed, and must have pleasure some
where. Who could have fanced that Lizzie Jar
Wis, so perfectly sprightly and loving could have
changed to the fretfu dowdy she now is? Who
wants to stay at home and hear his wife whining
all the evening about her troublesome servants,
and headaches, and all sorts of bothers ? She
has got the knack of drawing so, that upon my
life do not believe she could speak pleasant
word.'


Lizzie sat as if stunned. If not exactly a
dowdy, her costume was certainly not fit for an
evening, even if it were an evening at home, with
only William to admire. She rose and softly
went to her own room, with bitter and sOrrowful
thoughts, with firm resolution to win back her
husband, and then, his love regained, keepit.


The next morning William came into the room
with his usual careless manner, but bright smile
came on his lips as he saw Lizzie. A pretty
chntz wrapper with neat collar, and sleeves of
snowy muslin, and a wreath of soft, full curs,
had really metamorphosed her while the blush
her husbands admirng glance called up to her
cheek did not attract from her beauty. AT first
William thought thai there must be some guest
but by glance he found they were alone


"Come, William, your coffee will be stone
cold f" said Lizzie in CHEEKY, pleasant voice.


at must be cool, till you sweeten my breakfast
with kiss" said her husband, crossing the room
to her side and Lizzie's heart bounded as she
recognized the old lovers tone and manner.


Not one fretful speech, not one complaint, fell
upon Williams ear during the meal. The news
paper, his usual solace at that hour lay untouch-
ed, as Lizzie chatted gaily on every pleasant sub
iect she could think Of warming by his gratifed
interest and cordial manner.


"You will be home at dinner P' she said, as he
went out. r..-


"Cant to-day, Lizzie have business out oi
] town but I'll be at home early to tea. Have