Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 June 1873 — Page 8

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THE BASHFUL LOVER.

Ah, will! John came to-nlnht, and stood For tan an hoar beside the burs Aud we two watched, between the tree**

The glimmer of the K»oon and stars. John t«ctel very strange, I think— I wifh 1 knew the reason why I really thought he meant to say

Something to-night besides good bj.

John's coming here quite often now I'm sure I don't know why he should— Although my sister Jenny Hays

If* talked about the neighborhood That be 18 making 1'*-e to Mir—

The strangest thing I ever beard if it's true, how queer It la That John has never said a word. Ah, well J1shouldn't care so much

If John himself had told me so Kor then he mlgnt have said it all Upon his own account, you know. But he's so bashful, I believe

He'd never dare to speak out plain I hrfe he'll rumter courage up, And try It, when he comes again.

It cannot be that I'm to blame— I'm sure I've helped him all I could I've always met him at the bnrs

An talked as any woman would That bad a lover whom she liked. And waited, with her heart aglow, For him to break the subject first,

And then how quick she'd let him kn«w.

Bui John he keeps a-coraing still, Just as lie ha lor twelve months past I!ve thought sometimes It looked asthongn

I'd have to speak myself at la*1I'm bound that he shall know the truth, And now, resolved. I cannot wait For him to find It out himself,

Antl so, next time, I'll try my fate.

(Written Especially forTheMalll

More Neat Than Wise.

A DOMESTIC STORY.

BY ALICE MASOX.

CHAPTER I.

[t is an attractive breakfast parlor into which I introduce my readers. I am partial to the early morning meal, and like to present my characters at BUC!I time, lor the world seems so fresh nnd young every morning, and everyone is or ought to be, in their best spirits.

It was as I have s*id a pleasant room, delicate light colored paper covered the walls, and a gaily flowered carpet the floor. Two large windows opening to je floor, admitted the morning air and sunlight, the perfume of the flowers that jrtaTned the porch, and the song of the uiorry birds.

Nor was the brpakfast table the least attractive point in the picture. The oval table, with its snowy cloth as sm as aatin, tho pearly gold-ritn-uie china,

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And this was the only conversation that passed between the two, blessed wltlj immortal minds and loving hearts, with all the enlivening influences of tals lovely morning around them

I think I shall have to turn off tho cook," said sho while theshude of vexation deepened on her brow. "I might Just as well do my work myself, as have to see to everything. I know she would httvo burned those birds this mottling If I had not watched them otrtfullv mj'self, and I ike the cotTee every morning, or it would not be fit to drink."

As you nlouse, my dear," answered he, busy with the carving. And iL) try and got here a little raore promptly to dinner," said she after a pause, "you were lato yesterday and everything spoils so by waiting.1'

Mr. Rivers thought with a little compunction of a charming widow who lived on his way «p town, with whom he Hng^rel to chat yesterday, and prxnulstd to bo more punctual. No V.iier word passed between thorn, and after tho meal was over, he left the house.

While she, with carriage and horses at her disposal, with library and piano lo use at hor pleasure, with abundance ©f leisure, chose to employ this lovely morning in seeing that the dishos were properly washed, and the rooms already as neat as wax work, thoroughly swept and dusted.

For Lucy Rivers was a model housetoeep^r, and prided herself in it, gave ker whole soul to it, and her whole time was absorbed iu it. She loved her husb.ml, «be resolved to bo everything bo could wish in a wife, and to that end had entirely devoted herself to her housekeeping.

Never bad ho to complain of a missing button,an lllcooked meal, and she id devoted so much time, and thought to the minutia ofbousekeening that with tho best ami potest of mofcives sho was In dftHROr of becoming a mere household drudge* and of limiting a OK re selfish animal or her husband.

Understand mo ladies, I do notundervalue newt housekeeping and delleat cookery, that is all very well out if a woman's mind is not comprehensive enough to secure that wltbottl giving Uer whole time and thought to It, better n*|itwt it a little.

Is it n* s#d to see a woman sacrifice her health and strength, her time was givea to her for nobler puposes, in scrubbing floor* already so clean that ,r-y do not need it, in straining every

V»to get her washing out before her neighbors, or in making an Idol of her housekeeping to the neglect and exclusion bf every other pursuit?

They to often forget, as Lucy did, in feer anxiety to please ber husband, that a man has otner facultta*, besides stomach, other desires besides his own ease and comfort, and in striving to be a faultless housekeeper, forget to be a fonsr 5"»n

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tUy such mm a* Mr. Rivers,

aeocUl, forlal, disposition, and great

a Imirerof beaut v, and fond of attract I ye livelyaoeietv. Lucy in ber devM -n, forget to cultivate the graces of person and drew, forgot to render her society agreeable.toner us

make an 1 Mivnu and unbecoming thing a woman QUI wear, entered street car, and proceeded uptown.- Paaalng a boarding houa*, ia block or two away, ahe saw on a ponjb, opening out of a room on the

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shining silver and glass

ware, nnd tho meal was as tempting as ilte table. A braco of birds delicately browned, pl.ito of golden walTles, the yellow butter moulded In the form of a bunch grapes, tho clear amber hone}* in a glass dish, tho fragrant coffee in tho Filly-liko cups, all were no doubt very pleasant to tho souses of handsome, portly man, who Issued from his dressing room, fresh from his morning bath and toilet, in snowy linen and gorgeous dressing gown.

Not (puto so cool and self-possessed did the lady appear who took her seat quietly at tho head of tho table. She looked a little tired and flushed as if tho getting of this faultless meal had a little worriod her.

Sho was very neatly but plainly attired in dark brown gingham, her hair nui back smoothly in a small knot at tho hack of hor head, notasinglo ripple or ringlot WHS suffered, to solten tie a intotir of her faro, not a single ribttati to brighten with a d.ish of color, tUe sou.bre, brown and white of her at tiro.

ground floor, a woman standing. In morning dress of white muslin, with soft dark curls falling around her neck, with Drigbt eyes, as blue as the skies above her, she stood on tiptoe, talking to a cauary swinging in a cage over her head.

Her cool, fresh morning attire, the glimpse of the slippered foot, the well turned ankle, the snowy fluted skirts, all made an attractive picture, and Lucy had just thought, '-how charming, how full of unstudied grace," when two young men with the thoughtlessness we so often see manifested, mentioning names in public places said

Mrs. Harrison is a gay young widow." Yes," answered the other,

Not one moment did it occur to her that if hor husband had remained at home with her she would have sit silent over her sewing or if she had spoken it would have been something about her housework. Nor did she reflect that merely as an agreeable object to look at this tastefully dressed woman, with her bright eyes, her gay chat, and rippling laughter, was certainly preferable to bis wife, in ber sober attire, her careworn face, looking as if oppressed with fatigue from todays work, and overburdened with care for to-morrow.

There is a great deal of human nature about men, they will go where they find attractive society, if not at home elsewhere.

When she reached home sho threw herself across the bed and wept as if her heart would break. Poor child, she thought hor husband's love was gone from her forever, and after she Bad striven so hard to be all he could de&iro in a wife, it was too much to bear.

Tin sound of her weeping attracted the attention of ber old black nurse th- she had brought with her from hor childhood's home in the South. She pushed the door open gently and stole

What's the matter, Miss Lucy! Is you sick honey?" No Mamie," said she sitting upright, and pushing the damp dishovelled hair out of her eyes, "only sick at heart."

The old nurse seated herself on the side of the bed, and taking her head in her lnp smoothed her hair, in the caressing w.iy she had been accusioned to soothe her in childhood, "What's the matter? Is it Massa Henry's goings on

What do you mean, Mamie?" said Lucy, surprised and pained that every one seemed to know all about this before she did.

Oh, everybody knows and is talking about the way he is flirting with that woman—not uear aspurty as you are."

On, j^es," said Lucy smiling at her old nurse's earnestness, "ahe ia a very pretty woman" determined to give every one their dues, and remembering tho picture this morning.

Nonsense," said the old woman energetically. "I've seen her without her paint and powder iu themorniug when she first gets up, In her calico wrapper, nnd her hair in curl-papers, she's thirty-live if she's a day. aud you not twenty-five, vou could take the shine out of"her if you would only primp as sho does."

I don't know" said Lucy tbouglitfullv, "I have tried so bard to be a gooti wife and yet Henry does not cure for me after all."

You've not tried the right way" said the old woman, who seemed to be glad to g*t an opportunity to speak her mind, "Men is such fools 'tis not the woman that stays at home, and tends to her own business that is the most thought of, they will leave her to run after some silly, painted hur.zy, who never dipped her nand in dishwater, just because she will laugh at and talk to them. Just to think, Miss Lacy, what a belle you was when a girl. *nd the beau vou had, and how Colonel Ml"'"ran and iudge ftland usod to como to you in their elegant shining carriages, and their splendid horses, and take you out riding, and seemed to think the ground was hardly good enough for you to walk on, and to think you married Massa Henry and came out west here, to stay at home and wash di-hes while he flirted around with other women." "But I was young and handsome then," said Lucy, with a slight sigh at the memory of her girlish triumphs, "had not a care on my mind."

You are as pretty as you ever was, replied Mamie, "if" you would only dress a little more gay and, not go around in a brown wrapper, like an old woman. Why do you not war light silks and white mnshns you are able to afford it, and you need not have a care on

your mind, you can have plenty of servants, not black servant*, that have to be watched and looked alter all the time, but white girls who will do the work aa well a* you do. hat's the use for you to muddy your complexion over the hot stoves, and grow old and careworn before your time. Lock at yonrsell now in the glass.

While Mamie had b*en speaking, she had been brushing Lucy soil dark hair, and arranging it in gir^h ringlets around her neck. She h#d bra»hei them back from ber face andiied them gracefully and carelessly rit.

Da no.

Tt.is mort inff. ahe had octn*ion to errand up town, *jp« on a brown sundown, tbd moat hideous

Hicy looked almost startled at

th:Licture opposite. There was a sparkle in ber eye, a flash in her cheek, from her weeping. Mamie had unfastened toe brown gingham wrapper, and slipped It down from her shoulders, and the reflection ia the glass showed a brilliant petulant, picturesque beauty, aa different aa pesalbie from the stjdd, demure housekeeper of the dav.

You tarn over anew lear, go out in aodety more, be gay, dreasy and lively, Maasa Henry likes that kind ol wo

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women had better keep watch of their husbands." Rivera' wife, for instance, and they both laughed.

Lucy

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unknown to every one in the

sr but she felt as if every one knew ner, and with cheeks burning, she signalled the

car to stop, and got out.

So hurt and indignant was she, that she hardly knew how she got through the day, but the six o'clock dinner that evening, was as it usually was, faultless, and Mr. Rivers absorbed in his own thoughts, did not notice his wile was unusually silent.

Notwithstanding her. coldness and silt me, she noticed that after dinner, he made a careful, not to say fastidious toilet, before be went out. After she lighted up, she sat near the bright gaslight engaged in her sewing, bolt upright, ber cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, her feelings wrought up to the highest pitch. She thought she would give anything to know if while she sit there alone with her sewing, her husband was enjoying himself with that woman. At length she could endure it no longer. Throwing her shawl over her head she went out, and hurried along until she came to the.boarding house where the faclnating widow resided. Yes, through the floating lace curtains she saw a groupof tour around a card table, and her husband the gayest of tho gay. Only an instant did she linger, and then in a whirl of conflicting feelings, she rushed home.

men, flirt a little yourself, and see how he likes It." Oh, no, Mamie, my taste does not lead that way, and I do not want to do anything wrong."

Nobody wants you to do anything wrong. There is an old saying about fighting the devil with Are—'tis a good plan some times. If he sees you gay and admired, maybe he'll be a little jealous, and it may do bim some

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11 think of it, Mamie," said Lucy, on whom the words of her nurse had at least made an impression. She was indignant, her gentle nature was aroused, here was an vpportunltj' for revenge. "'Tis a poor rule that wont work both ways thought she. "I'll teach him that two can play at that gau e, and if it touches and arouses birn, I'll remktd him that be began It!"

CHAPTER II.

The next morning Lucy opened her long neglected piano aud began to practice her music, hardly ever looked at since her marriage. She grew quite interested over me songs and the reminiscences they brought up, as lit thoughts went back to some of her girlish triumphs. That over she ordered her carriage and drove to her dressmaker's.

At the bouse where Mrs. Harrison boarded they were accustomed to have occasionally, a little social party. The near neighbors and acquaintances dropped in iu an informal way. They had music, conversation and dancing, and these little reunions were quite enjoyable affairs. Lucy hadolten been urged to come in, but she was always too busy, and it was an article in her creed, never to go anywhere for pleasure when she could possibly have a duty claiming her attention at home.

The next occasion of 'hat kind, Mrs. Harrison was in "high leather," if one may be allowed the use of a slang expression. It promised to be au unusually gay evening, for the spacious rooms were beginning to be thronged, aud she iu the corner of the sofa conscious of looking well, attired in a dress of wine-colored silk, with overdress of blue laces, garnets on her neck and in her ears, aud her dark abundant hair, iu a mass of ringlets and waves was arranged with care and taste.

And

She had seen her husband before he saw her, although she did not appear to be conscious of his presence, and tbe sight of him, and his evident devotion to her rival, aroused her, made her indignat, excited, called the flush to her cheek, the sparkle to her eye, that enhanced her beauty. "I am going to have an introduction," exclaimed Montgomery, starting up and going over to join the group that gathered around her as soon as she got

\Vhat in the world ever brought your wife here to-night?" said Mrs. Harrison, rather crossly, turning to Mr. Rivers.

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am sure I don't know—I had no idea she intended to come," said be, and the pleasure of both was spoiled for the evening.

Mr. Montgomery soon secured his introduction, and Lucy who saw that she had drew him from the side of Mrs. Harrison, made herself as agreeable as possible to him, for that very reason, and had no trouble in completing the conquest that began the first moment be saw her. "Do you play and sing, Mrs. Rivers?" said ho, after they had had some music.

Lucy was rather shrinking and retiring about ber music, she never liked to piay for many persons at once, but to-night a spirit of faring and recklessness possessed her, and her husband was amased to see her go forward to the piano, attended by Mr. Montgomery. As they thronged about tho piano she dtished off Into a brilliant showy little wiorcertw, that she had at her finger's ends. until she bad calmed and subdued her nervousness, and then she sang. Her voice was not very strong, but it was a very soft, sweet mezzo-so-prano, with a heart, and soul, and expression in It, that went to the hearts of her listeners.

She sang the simple little ballad, "The world Is full of beauty. When the heart is full of love. And the crowded room was hushed to stillness as she sang, and when she arose from tbe instrument she was warmly pressed to favor them again. But she declined, and at that moment the witching strains of the violin, came from the dining-ioom, which was cleared for dancing. Mr. Montgomery engaged her hand for tbe first dance, and she entered with heart and soul, and vim,into tbe reckless, exciting pleasure of the evening.

She was tbe belle ot the evening, she was anew face she was excited by the evident admiration and flattery that surrounded her. She waa in her highest spirits, the very spirit of mischior and fun possessed ber, and she wrested the sceptre of triumph, from Mrs. Harrison's grasp so easily, that it was hardly worth the trouble,

Once during the changes of the dance Mrs. Harrison and Lucy Joined hand*, in the centre ot tbe room, In front ol a large fall-length mirror.

The contrast between the two, waa striking, tbe fresh girlish beauty of the one, with her bright animated face, and tbe cool, quiet neutral tlnta of ber dress with the face of the other faded by years of dissipation, and now toowled with ill-humor, and bright decided colors of her dreas, looked almost tawdy In comparison with tbe other.

Nothing angers a complete woman of tbe world, so much aa a rival, espec

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one in an unsuspected quarter. She had always spoken of, and tn

1ERRE-HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, JUNE 7, 1873.

then she had a deyoted ad

mirer on each side of her, Mr. Rivers sat on the window seat near her, and on the other side on the sofa was Mr. Montgomery, a new conquest, a wealthy widower, and as much as Mrs. Harrison liked to flirt with a married man, she bad an eye for the main chauce, and was on the alert to secure a husband at the first opportunity.

By George exclaimed Mr. Montgomery suddenij', in the midst of an animated conversation, "there is a lovely girl."

They looked up aud saw Lucy entering the room in a group of young people.

Mr. Rivers could hardly believe his senses when he saw her there, and he saw the difference in her appearance that a rich and tastefully evening toilet made.

Her dress was of silk of the finest shade of Nile green, with an overdress of snowy foam-like crape, looped up by sprays of white lilies with their long leaves.

The sleeves were gathered up with a spray of the same, and her hair in girlish curls falling on her bare neck, was adorned with a little cluster of white lily-buds. Pearls encircled her throat anu adorned her ears, and her costume evincing wealth, study and taste, was exquisitely becoming to ber fair young beauty, her pure, clear complexion.

treat

ed Lucv in a pitying, patronising tone. Mrs. kirer* is a good-bearted little thing—pity she's so domestic," was all

the notice ahe bestowed upon her, and to see ber bloom out so suddenly and overwhelmingly into a beauty and a belle, was something that no mortal could endure.

The advantage Lucy gained that eyeing, she eagerly improved! She went often into society, invited company often to her house, to dinner, and dancing parlies, aud toon drew around her a circle of tbe young and gay of which she was the leader and tbe brightest ornament.

It soon supplanted Mrs. Harrison in the role in which she aspired to shine, for she was younger, handsomer, and a more sweet and amiable disposition. And then she had wealth and an assured position, while Mrs. Harrison was rather an adventuress. People whispered that her husband was not dead, that she was a "grass widow," living by her wits, and she was rather fast and'imprudeut.

She was rather shallow, and superficial. She read the daily papers, the novel and pot in, to keep herself posted in the topics of the day. She sang easy sentimental songs, accompanying herself by ear, but as far as any very deep thought, any music requiring study and soul, see was incapable of it—but she had the art to chauge the conversation, when it began to go beyond her depth, and cover up her ignorance by an affection of girlish artlessness.

Lucy had no patience with her, they were rivals and enomies from the first, thinly concealed by a decent regard for the proprieties of life, but it was war to the knife, between them, and each knew it.

Mrs. Harrison might have forgiven her, had she only cared to win back her husband, but the defection of Mr. Montgomery, bis open abandonment of her, aud devotion to the shrine of her new rival, she could not overlook.

At first there was some sparring between them, but Mrs. Harrison bad no chance in an encounter of that kind. Lucy bad a keen and ready wit of ber own, and iuacool, careless apparently unconcerned manner she would return Mrs. Harrison's thrusts, in a way that caused her to abandon the contest, and draw back as suddenly as if she had thrust her hand into a briar busb.

Then Mrs. Harrison resolved to bide her time, and wait for her revenge. With her experience of life, she saw the dangerous ground on which Lucy t-tood. She saw Mr. Montgomery's evident inlatuation, and although Lucy was perfectly innocent, and true, she was intoxicated with flattery, rather reckless in her actions, and conscious of her own purity and rectitude, rather careless about appearances. She know by her own past experience, how difficult to walk with steady head, in such surroundings, and she resolved to watch her with the keen eye, of a woman's hatred aud jealousy, to sciae on the least thoughtless and imprudent act, and represent it to Mr. Rivers in such a manner, as to win her revenge. "Ah! my lady !." muttered she through her set teeth, as she watchod Lucy's smiling face from a distance. "Time sets all things even, I still have though influence with your husband to turn our prettv comedy into a tragedy if you don't look out.'

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Are you going out this evening, Lucy said Mr. Rivers, one evening seve'ral weeks after, as he noticed her careful toilet at dinner.

Yes," said ske, rising from the table. "1 have an engagement witfai Mr. Montgomery, to go lo tbe theatre."

Couldn't you.stay at home to-night? It has been along time since we have had a quiet evening together,"

Lucy smiled at his sudden fondness for quiet evenings. She was half inclined to comply with bis request, but she thought of a certain quiet evening she spent alone while be was playing cards with Mrs. Harrison, and her heart grew hard t|gain. "I shoyld like to ac commodate you," said she, carelessly disentangling tbe links of a gold chain, "but have promised Mr. Montgomery Why do you not go to the theatre?*^

I have a slight headache to-night, I do not care to be In a noise and a crowd."

Lucy's heart smote her a little, after all ho was her husband, and she owed some little duty to bim, but she turned to the glass, arranging a spray of rose buds in the braids of her1 hair, and said, "I will try and not be gone long, you can lie here on the lounge and t*leep. Your evening will be quieter without mo—perhaps a good sleep will relieve your head."

Mr. Rivers' cheek slightly flushed with sudden anger, at this cool and cavalier treatment, but a little consciousness kept bim silent. Indeed, during the past few weeks he bad not dared to remonstrate, because he knew that Lucy had a lecture at her tongue's end, ready for him, as indeed she was only waiting for an opportunity.

How do I look?" said she,at length, when she was ready, turning towards *,. ,Al 4

Very well," said be, giving a cool and careless glance at the graceful figure, robed in rose-colored silk with an overdress of costly white lace, the opera cloak of white cassimere, tbe snowy gloves and fan.

Not many moments did Mr. Rivers remain alone after his wife left him. Restlessly and feverishly be paced the floor, but tbe silence and loneliness, and the tumult of his own feelings was too much for bim, be took his bat and left tbe house.

With bis blood at boiling heat he hurried down tbe street, scarcely knowing where he was going. Mrs. Harrisson was watching and waiting for him, standing on her porch.

Henry Rivera," said ahe, in a low suppressed tone, "Do you know where your wife is to-nlgbt? "She has gone to the theatre with Mr. Montgomery," aaid he, trying to apeak carelessly. •4 She has deceived you, If she told you so," said she, ber voice trembling with excitement, for she believed her revengn baQ come. "They fiave gone to a masquerade ball."

It was true, the party that were going together to the theatre, after meeting together at the boarding-house of Mrs. Harrison, changed their minds and concluded to go to tbe masquerade, just for a short time, sa lookers on.

Is that true," said Henry Rivera in low thoughtful tone, be hardly knew what to aay.

Yesr~it ia true," said she eagerly. "On and aee for yourself, let us go, I have two cloaks and masks here."

Tbe only reason Mrs. Harrison bad not gone before now was because she had no special escort. Sho was anxioua to go, and ahe aaw now an opportunity to gratify ber deaire, and perhaps gain her revenge.

Lucy would be unconscious tbat her husband waa there, and perhaps act thougbtleaaly and imprudently, and in tbe state of mind tbat he waa In now, it would not be difficult to bring about a serious difficulty.

Hurriedly throwing around them tho long, dark cloaks, and putting on the little black velvet maaks, Mr. Rivera and Mrs. Harrison took their way to

the masquuraJe ball. It was a strange, bewildering exciting scene, on the ball room floor, but they soon discovered the pair they sought were not among tbe dancers. Loitering near an open window they soon discovered a couple

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iromenading slowly along the moonpiazza. They were disguised by their cloaks and masks but tbey recognize 1 them by their air and walk. Mr. Rivers knew Lucy's pink silk dress, and Mrs. Harrison knew a peculiar seal ring Mr. Montgomery bad on tbe band that held tbe cloak together across his breast. Their walk was alow aud preoccupied, their converaation apparently absorbingly interesting and confidential. At length they paused in tbe shadow of a tall oleander, near the window, aud the couple inside the floating lace curtaius had the opportunity tbey eought.

Where are the rest of our company?'' said Lucy, in an anxious, agitated tone. "Let us find them, and go home I am afraid my husband would uot approve, if he knew I was here."

Do not think of tbat now, Mrs. Rivers," said Montgomery, earnestly, "Perhaps this is the best opportunity I shall have of telling you something I have long intended."

Do not now," said she, evidently alarmed and excited, "some other timo —let us go now." "No time like the

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decidedly. ''Excuse me if I insist you know—you must have known a long tim tbat I admire—nay, love

Do not go on, Mr. Montgomery," said Lucy, with more firmness and decision

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my foolish flirtation has ended too seriously." It has never beeu inerelv a flirtation with me," said he, with impassioned earnestness. "From the first it has been serious, honest, admiration and love."

But reflect, Mr. Montgomery, you forget that I am a married woman, my love and duty is my husband's

Your husband exclaimed be, "he deserves a great deal of consideration at your hands! Infatuated with that painted Jezebel of a Mrs. Harrison." "Take care, Mr. Montgomery said Lucy, more playfully. "You were once devoted to Mrs. Harrisou." "Not after I bad seen you, rtmem ber," said he. "Wh it is she in parson, and mind and heart, compared with you, and what consideration does a inan deserve married to such a woman as you, that will stray off after such a woman as she

I am sorry," said Lt»cy, after a pause dnring which she seemed at a loss to reply to this forcible argument, "That my folly has lod to such consequences. I thought you understood it, and was as littla in earnest as I was. It was merely to pass the time, to teach my husband a lesson, to try to recover his admiration and love, which I saw was in danger of wandering away. I did not think it was dungprons, ns I see it now. I did not reflect that I was trifling with your feelings. L9t us lay aside all this folly now, and be only friends, wo can be nothing more, fori love my husband dearly, and my heart ba9 never strayed for a uaomenc from him. Can you not forgive me, and let us return home, and lot all tbls pass and be forgotten. Do you not.„tJ^ink this is best?" Mi*1'?'""

When Lucy returned honoemhe found her husband lying where she had left bim, bis face turned to tbe wall, and be was so still tbat she thought he was asleep.

Her conscience smote her for leaving him, and the occurrences of the evening had left a weight on ber mind. She dropped on her knees at the side ol tbe lounge, and passed her arm over bim.

Are you asleep, Henry Does your head feel better?" "False, deceitful woman!" said be, shaking all over with some suppressed emotion. "You told me you were going to the theatre. You have been to the masquerade ball t" "Why, how do you know?" cried she. starting back, solf convictod.

Because I was there myself, with tbat painted Jezebel of a Mrs. Harrisson."

Why, Henry, what do you mean?" said she, astonished. Lucy," said he, turning to ber, sitting upright and looking sternly and resolutely at her, "I have been on your track, I know your deceit and treachery. What consideration do you think is due a woman that would leave her husband on a sick bed and go ofl to a mssquerade ball with another man, and while there listen to his vows of love--—"

Henry, forgive me," cried sho bursting Into tears, forgetting tbe lecture she had ready for bim, and taking as a woman always doen, the penitent's place.

About as much consideration," said he, "as tbe man does blessed with such a wife as you, that would stray of! after such a woman as Mrs. Harrison— you see I heard it all." "And heard no good of j'ourself, as usual," said she, looking up smiling through her tears. "I beard good of you, though, my darling," said he, drawing her to hia heart,"and that was better. Now I have learned my lesson, Lucy dear, I will do better tn the future." "Henry," said she, after a pause, "I will stop flirting now, if you will."

Agreed—I do not think it is right for married people, any how." Which is very true, however late it occurred to him, but "better late than never."

BE A UTY SLEEP.

Sleep obtained two hours before midnight, when the negative forces are in operation, ia the rest whioh moat recuperates the system, giving brightness to the eye and a glow to the cheek. The difference in tne appearauce of a person who habitually retires at ten o'clock, and tbat of one who sits up nntil twelve, Is quite remarkable. The tone of the system, so evident in the complexion, the clearness and sparkle of the eye, and the softness of the lines of tbe features, is in a person of health kept at "concert pitch" by taking regular rest two hours before twelve o'clock, and thereby obtaining the "beauty sleep" of tbe night. There is a bMvincaa'of tbe eye, a aallowneaa of thVskin, and an absence of that glow in the face which renders it fresh in ex: preasion and round appearance, that raadily distinguishes tbe person who keeps late hours.

MIRTH ia God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, anxiety, morosenesa, all this rust of life ougnt to be scoured off by tbe oil of mirth. It ia better than emery. Ev ery man ought to rub himself with it. A man without mirth is like a wagon without spring*, in which every one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.

A cttRovXA* was utterly shocked when administering conaolation to a] dying Highland man, to bo asked 1/ there "waa any whisky in Heaven ?7 Aud half apologetically, "Ye ken, air, it's BO tbat I care for U, bat it lopks well on tbe table."

WHAT IT COSTS.

The price of a ticket to San Francisco and back over tbe Union Pacific and Central Pacific roads is a little less than three hundred dollars. To this must be added tbe expenses of seven or eight days' meals, averaging three dollars a day also the additional expense of a compartment in tbe Pullman car. Without this latter the journey would be uheudurably fatiguing with it, it is surprisingly comfortable.

Upon tbe margin of the long railway map furnished to travelers, we read tbat a sleeping berth from New York to San Franctsco can be procured for eleven dollars, which certainly sounds remarkably ebeap. But this doea not moan a section, or even half a section it refers to the.uiinimum of space—that is, half of one of the berths, upper or under, three other persons occupying tbe remainder ot the section. Now, few persons can be really comfortable with less than a whole section—certainly no lady traveling alone could be— and a whole section costs forty-four dollars. It will be seen, therefore, that a compartment iu the P. P. C. is a considerable item in the expenses of the

Hotel charges in California are not so high as with us, being three dollars, sometimes two dollars and a half, a day. Carriage fares are exceedingly dear, stage fares are less than in the East—on the White Mountain roads, for instance. The Yosemite excursion is an exceedingly costly one. No one should undertake it without au allowanceof from ten to fi teen days at least, in time, and from one hundred and thirty to one hundred aud fifty dollars in money. It will theu be easily seen that it is safe to estimate the espouses of two mouths of travel in California to vary from seven to eight hundred dollars, according as the traveler is or is not an economist. To reckon it at less would be to mislead. Aud this*, observe, is iu gold, and does not include any of the longer excursions—Southern California, the Columbia River, Puget Sound—all of which furnish poiuts of great interest aud beauty, well worth au additional journey to sect ..

THE- I IRS BAB 1'., ..

As some folks may not have been there, and as tho editor of the Athens Georgian has,, we let bim tell it in his own way:

It is better than a circus to see a young man who has only a year or less ago took unto- himself a rib, around, with the wee squall on the first baby in tbe next room. He is shut eut from society for the once and given a whole room in which-to smoke, road or think but be does neither. He sits down for a while, but is up in a second aud is walking in Napoleonic attitude around tbe room with nothing but visions of baby, papa and paregoric floating before his sleep-needing eyes. He tries to read, but be mixos up baby so with the novel that he lays the book down and ventures a smoke. This suits him. He raises bis feet to tbe mantel and puffs. The blue smoke taxes fantastic forms and in no time he sees lots of babies. Then he begins to think what tbe boys will say, will they tease him, etc., until he falls into a cat nap to be awakened by some of tho ladies who come in tbe room and iustltute a vigorous search for something in the bureau drawers. She tells him it's a boy! He takes thia little information with an energetic attempt at coolness, but the joy crops out and he gets cross to bide bis smiles. But be feels, so good he wants to go out and see somebody. He wants somebody to tell them that he has got a baby. Il Lit* could only find somebody,herd feel relieved. Then after a while, they tell him he can go in and see the youngster. How sheepish tho new dad looks. He seems afraid to touch the baby, and ho looks sorter sideways at bis wife, and it takes an hour or so generally to get him in his usual irame of minu. Then if thero is anybody happier than he is—show him to us. And we it's a boy."

know the man, and

lETER P. MISCIILKR'S

Star Meat Market

And Ntenm Manwajge Miuinllictorf, NO. ail MAI* ST., Bet. 6th and 7tb, Teri e-JInnlr, Intl.

All kinds of Fresh Meal and Hausuga, Bacon, Sugar-cured Hams,etc. alwnyson hand.

PECIAL NOTICE.

Having sold our stock ol Groceries, Provisions, dc, It IH very Important that our old business should be closed up. We respectfully request those lndebtwl to us, knowing the same to be due, to come for wurd and settle without delay. Our notes and accounts will be kept at tne old stand, corner Main and 7th streets, aad one of us will be found there to attend to then at all times.

May 1,1873. TURNER & SH1LLITO.

LAST CALL.

The notes and accountsdu«Tura«r A Bon-* tin are still kept at the old siauil. Persons iudebted will please take noUc« that Uils is the last call. 1 will be feund liters ready V* wait apon you. *,•

May 1,18.3. .Jt: 3. H. TUIIXSR.

McK. DIN8M00R, M. D.

HOMOEOPATHIC PHYSICIAK,

OFFICE OX MAW HTREVT,

Between 4lh snd 5ih Mil., vratte Foster Brothers.

Residence on 4th street, bet. Swan and o»k. Office Honrs from 9 to 10 A. it.,2 to 4 aad 7 to S p. M.

Dr. D. having had many calls for cases of medicine and books on domestic practice, has arranged to tupply all who

may

desire

to procure the same. mayiO-tf

IT8T RECEIVED AT tj

J. Scliaublin's

Passementerie & Fringes

Ties and Collars,

Ladles' Underwear,

Mew Jewelry, & Kew JIaIr Goods,

FANCY GOODS,

And Notions,

A iilr