Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1866-05-24
The Second Thought.
A MIRROR FOR YogSG WIVES.

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handsome little wife of Mr. Whitman.
SO don't PIT on that sober face"
'-DId put on a sober face9 asked
the husband. with an attempt to smile
that was anything but success.
Yes, sober as a man on trial for
ais life. Whv, it's as long as the
mora; law. There dear, clear it up,
and look as if you had at least one
friend in the world. What money
lovers you men are?"
"How much i'll it COST" inquired
MIR. Whitman. There was another
effort to look cheerful and acquies-
cent
'About forty dollars" was an
swered, with just q LITTLE faltering in
Jhe lady's voice, for she knew the
sum would sound extravagant
Forty dollars! Why. Ada. do you
think am made Of money!" Mr..
whitman countenance underwent a
remarkable change of expression.
Il declare Charles" said his wife,
= little impatieniiy, ..you look at me
as if l were an object of fear instead
of affection. 1 don't think this is
kind of you. I've only had three
silk dresses since we were married.
while Amv Blight has had six or
seven during the same period, and
every one of hers cost more than
mine. ] know YOU think me extrava
CANT, but l wish YOU lad a wife like
some womer / could name. Irather
think you'd find out the difference
before long"
There, there, pet, don't talk to
me after this fashion. Ill bring the
money at dinner time, that is, il
mo ifs nor butts, if you please.
The sentence is complete without
them. Thank you, dear I'll go
this afternoon and buy the six. So
don't fail to bring the money. ]
was in at Silkskin yesterday, and
saw one OF the sweetest patterns l
ever laid tny eyes on. Just suits nv
st, lie and complexion. You won't
iisappoint me:''
And Mrs. Whitman laid her soft,
white hand on the arm of her hus-
hand, and smil,d with sweet per
suasion in her tsce.
"Oh, no. You shall have the
money!" said MIR. Whitman, turning
off from his wife, rs she thought a
little abruptly, and hurrying from
her presence. In his precipitation,
he had forgotten the usual parting
kiss.
That's the way it is always." said
Mrs. Whitman, her whole manner
changing, as the sound of the closing
street door came jarring upon her
ears. just say money to Charles.
and at once there is q cloud in the
sky"
She sat down, poutlng and hall
angry.
Forty dollars for new dre-s!"
calculated the husband of the vain.
pretty, thoughtless Mrs. Whitman.
as he shut he door after him 81
promised to settle Thompson's coal
bill to day-ihirty- three dollars--but
don't known were the money is to
come from. The coal is burnt up.
and more must he ordered. Oh.
dear Pm discouraged. Every year
fail behind. This winter / did
hope to get little in advance. but if
forty dollar silk dresses are the order
oi the day, there no end to that
devoutly 10 be wished for consum-
nation. Debt, debt! How | have
shrunk from it; but steadily, now,
it is closing it's Briarean arms around
ME, and my constructing chest la
bors in respiration. Oh, if / could
but disentangle myself now, while !
have the strength of early manhood.
and the bonds that hold Inc are weak
Ii Ada could see as l see-i l could
only make her understand rightly
my position. Alas! that is hopeless
1 fear"
And Mr.. Whitman hurried his
steps because his heart beat quicker,
and his thoughts were unduly ex
cited.
Not long time after Mr.. Whit
man left home, the city postmaster
delivered a letter 10 his address
The wife examined the writing on
he envelope, which was in bold
masculine hand, and she said TO her
self, as she did So
~ wonder who this can be fromf''
Something more than curiosity
moved her. There intruded on her
mind vague feeling of disquiet, as
if the missiYe bore unpleasant news
for her husband. The stamp showed
it TO be city letter. A few times
OF late, such letters had come to his
address. and S. had noticed that he
had read them hurriedl,, thrust them
without remark into his pocket, a..d
became silent.
Ii the thought of Mrs. Whitman
recurred, as was natural, 10 the Gle
gant silk dress of which she was 20
become the owner on that day, she
did not feel the proud satisfaction
her vain heart experienced little
while before. Something of it.
beauty had faded.
If only knew what that letter
contained 5she said, half sa 'heul