The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1868-08-19
A MIRROR
FOR
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sdfsl must have il, Charles" said the hand.
come little wife Of Mr.. Whitman. = SO
don't pun on that sober face" ase 4sgF5a
:. Did put on sober face ?" asked the
husband, with an attempt 10 smile that was
anything but a sucsess. 49, e.. h.. j,
fg.' Yes, sober rs a man on trial for his
lille. Why, its as long as the moral law.
There, dear, clear il up, as il you had at
least one friend 10 the world. What mo.
ney l0vers you men are ~ IA a'se" @@@t"@ #
How much will it cost ?" inquired Mr..
Whitman. There was another effort TO look
cheerful and scquiescent. s ~ .a.ase81s
- About iorty dollars" was answered,
with just little tallering in the lady's
voice, Tor she knew the sum would sound
extrayagant. ta ef.e stsfa sabas
'Forty dollarsi Why. Ada, do you
think am made Of money !" Mr.. Whit
mans countenance underwent q remarka.
BILE change OF expression. e.sAw ~..5sa
1"l declare. Charles" said his wife, O.
little impatienlly, "you look at me as il
we're On object oi lear Instead oil sffec ton.
don't think this is kind Of you. I've only
had three silk dresses since We were mar
tied, while Amy Blight has had six or se-
entlarlns the same period. aud every one
ai hers cust more than mine. know YOU
ihlnk me eatiasagsnt; but wish you had
vile like some women could maine. |
Father think you'd End out the difference
belore long" 81. n.@ u a.s F.
There, there pet. don't talk 10 me al.
ter this iashlon! I'LL bring The money at
dinner time, that is, if-if' q T~.a +. h.@
NO iis, or butts, il you please. The
sentenceis complete without them. Thank
sou, dear I'LL 20 this aliernoon and bng
the siiksi so don't fail 10 bring the money.
was IN al Silkskin's yesterday. and saw
one oi the sweetest patterns | ever laid my
eyes oni jast suits my style and complex
ION. lou wont dlsappoint me - .*ss#s.
Aad Mrs. Whitman laid her soft white
hand on the arm oi her husband. aud smiled
with sweet persuasion IN his lace. ea.s u
-" Oh. no. You shall have the money"
said Mr. Whitman. turning oil from his
vile. as she thought. q little abruptly. and
hurrying from her presence. ln this pre-
eipitaslon he had forgot the parting kiss.
se" That's the way n - always, said Mrs.
Whitman, her whole manner changing as
the sound Of the closing street door Jared
upon her ears. " Just say money to Charles.
and at once q cloud in The sky I
She set down poutingly. aud hall angry.
g Enriy dollars for new dress !" rjacu-
lated the hnsband Of the vain, pretty,
thsughtless Mrs. Whitman. as he shut the
door after him. 81 promised 10 settle
rhompson's bill io.day--three dallars--but
don't know where the money is 10 come
iram. The coal is burnt up, and more must
be ordered. Oh. dear. am Discouraged.
Every year | fall behind. This winter ]
did hops 10 get little in advance, but II
ioriy dollar silk dresses are the order oi the
day. there's no end TO that devoutly TO be
wished fvr consummation. Debt debt!
How have shrunk from IL; bot steadily
now IL is closing its Briarean arms around
we. and my constructing chest labors in res
psration. Oh If ! could but disentangle
tnyself now, while ! have the strength of
early manhood. and the bonds that hold me
ate weak. IL Ada could see as see--it
GUILD make her understand rightly NV DO
s'lion. Alas this 10 hopeless, 4 lear"
And Mr. Whitman hurried h,s steps, be-
csIse his heart beat quicker and his
thoughts we're unduly excited.
Not a long time after Mr.. Whitman left
home. the city postman delivered a letter
Z" his address. The wife examined the
writings on the envelope. which was in q
bolL.masculinelhand, and she said to herself
as she did 50;
% wonder who this can be from ?"
Something more than curiosity moved
her. There intruded on her mind vague
feeling Of disquiet, as if the missive bore
unpleasant news for her husband. The
stamp showed II to be city letter. A few
times, Of late, such letters had come to his