The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1868-10-01

ABOUT IOrty uO'larS, was answer
cd, with just little falteriug 10 the
lady's voice, for she knew the sum
would sound extrayagant.
Forty dollars Why, Ada, do
you suppose that | am made ofmou-
cy2' MIR. Whitemau's countcnauco
underwent a remarkable change of
expression.
81 declare, Charles, said his wife
a little impatieutly, "you look at me
as if | were a an object of fear instead
Of affection. don't think that this
is kind Of you. I've only had three
silk dresses since VIC were married.
while Amy Bligot has had six cr sew.
en- during the same period, and every
one of hers cost more than mine. |
know that you think me extravagant;
but | wish you had a wife like some
| could name. rather think that
you'd find out the difference before
long p
There, there, pet, don't talk to
me after this fashion Iii bring the
money at dinner time, that is, Tiff
"NO IFS or butts If you please. The
sentence is complete without them
Thank you, dear, I'll go this after
noon and buy the silk so don't fail
to bring the money. | was at Silks.
kin's yesterday, aud saw one of the
sweetest patterns 1 ever laid my
eyes on just suits my style of com
plexion You won't disappoint me-
Aud Mr. . WhitcmaI laid her of,
white hand on the arm Of her hus
band, and smiled with sweet persua-
sion in his face.
"Oh, no. You shall have the
money, said Mr. Whitemau, turning
of from his wife, az she thought, a
little abruptly, and hurrying from
her presence.
Forty dollars fur a new dress"
calculated the hush ,ud of the vain.
pretty, thoughtless Mrs. Whiteman,
as she shut the door after him. IL
promised to settle Thompsons coal
bill to day three dolltr,-but don't
know where the money is to come
from. The coal is burnt up, and
more must be ordered. Oh, dear |
I'm discouraged Every year | fall
behind. This winter | did hope to
get little in advance, but il forty
dollar silk dresses are the trlcr of
the day, there is no end to that dc
voutly to be wished for cousumatiou.
Oh it | could but disentauglc my
self now, while have the strength
of early manhood aud the bonds that
hold me are weak II Ada could see
as sce--if could make her under
stand rightly my position. Alas, that
is hopeless | fear"
AMI Mr.. Whitm1n hurricl his
steps, because his heart bcai quicker
and his thoughts were unduly
excited. -
Not long time after Mr.. Whit.
man left home, the city postman de-
l.vered letter to his address. The
wife examined the writing on the
envelope. Something more than
curiosity moved her. There in,rud
ed on her mind vague feeling Of
dis luiet, as if the missivc bore un-
pleasant news for her husband The
stamps showed it to be city letter
A few times of late such letters had
come TO has address, and she had
noticed that he had read them hur-
riedly aud thrust them without re-
mark into his pocket, and became
quiet.
Mrs. Whitman turned the letter
over aud over again in her hand in a
thoughtful way, and as she DID so, the
image of her husband, sober faced
aud silent, as he had become for most
of the TING Of late, presented Itself
with unusual vividuess. Sympathy
stole toto her heart.
"PoOr Chs5les! !" said she, as the
feeling increased "I'm afraid some
thing is wrong with him.
Placing the letter oa the maLt'e-
piece where he could see it when he
came in, Mrs. Whitman eLt t,rel up
on some house bold duties. but
strange impression, as Of weight, lay
upon her heart-a sense of impend
ing evil-a vague feeliog that all
was uot going we'll with her husband.
"He had been a little MYSTERIOUS
of late, she said to herself The
ieea affected her very unplessautly.
"He grows more silent and reserved" "
she added, as though her mind, un-
der feverish kind of excitement, to-
came inactive in a new direction,
"More indrawn, as it were and less
interested in what is going on around
him. His cOlduess chills me at
times, aud his irritation hurts me-"
Something is going wrong with
him.
What can it be ?"
The letter was in her hand.
This may give me light" And
with careful fingers she opened the
envelope, not breaking the paper, so
that she could seal it again if she
desired to do so. There was a bill
of sixty dollars, and a communica-
tion from the person sending the
bill. lie was jeweler.
"lf this is not settled at onc e. he
wrote, IL shall put the account to
suit. 1t has been standing for over
a year. and l am tired of getting ex.
cuses instead Of money"
The bill was for ladies' watch,
which Mrs. Whitman had almost
compelled her husband to purchase.
"Not paid foE ?, Is it possible p ex.
claimed the little woman; in blank
astonishment, while the blood mount,
ed to her forehead.
Then she sat down TO think.
Light bagan to come into her mind.
As she sat thus thinking, a second
letter came for her husband. She
opened it without hesitation. An.
other bill aud another dunning
letter