The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1870-04-27
Fanny gave him the shirt, and

Fanny gave him the shirt, and
began to whimper little, but Mr..
Chickerly had neither the. time
nor the inclination to pause to
sooth her petulant manifestation
of grief. He finished his dressing;
caught up his valise with a hur-
ricdly spoken goodbye and ran
down stairs, two steps at 3 time,
into the street.
There he goes murmured Fan
ny; 'and he's gone away cross
with me, and all for nothing but q
miserable button! I wish there
wasn't such a thing as a button in
the worldr "a wish which we much
misdoubt, many another wife than
Mrs. Fanny Chickerly has echoed
with perhaps better reason.)
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down
to her little dinner a. la solitaire,
with q daintily brown chicken, a
tumbler of currant jelly, and =
curly bunch Of celery ranged be-
fore her, when, to her surprise,
the door opened and in walked
her lord and husband.
why Frank, where on earth
did you come from?' cried the as
tonished wife.
From the Office coolly answered
Mr.. Chiekeriy. . ea.s.-,a-..
tBut I thought you were off for
Scenersville, in such a hurry
4 found myselfjust FIVE minutes
too late of the train, after having
run all the way to the depot
sOh, that was too bad
Chickerly smiled,a little as he
began to carve the chicken.
yes, I was a little annoyed
at first it did seem rather pro-
voking to be kept at homo by only
q button .. ..,-. -...
what are you going to do?'
'Why I shall make a second
start tomorrow ..
'I'll see to it that your breakfast
is ready this time, to the second,
and all your wardrobe in trim,
said Fanny, rather relieved at the
prospect of a chance of retrieving
her character.
You need not. I have engaged
a room at a hotel near tho depot.
I can't run any more risks
lie did not speak unkindly, and
yet Fanny felt that he was deeply
displeased with her.
But, Frank
'We will not discuss the matter
any further, my love, if you please.
I have resolved to say nothing
moro to you about reforms. I see
it is useless, and it only tends to
foster an unpleasant state Of feel
ings between us. Shall I help you
to some maccaroni!'
And fairly silenced, Fanny ate
her dinner with what appetite was
left her.
Three days afterwards, MIR.
Chickerly once more made his en-
trance, just at dusk, carpet-bag in
hand, as Fanny sat enjoying the
ruddy shine Of the coal-fre and
the consciousness Of having per-
formed her duty in the mending
and general renovation of her hus-
bands drawer-full ofshirts-a job
which she had long been dreading
and postponing.
well, how is Aunt Elizabeth ?!
questioned Fanny when her hus-
band, duly welcomed and greeted,
had seated himself in the opposite
easy-chair.
Dead was the brief reply.
Dead! Oh, Frank Of her old
enemy, appoplcxy?'
yes
WAS her will made?'
TT was. Apparently she had
expected me, on the day she her
self appointed, and on my non-ar-
rival in tho only train that stops,
she sent for the village lawyer,
made her will, and left all her
property to the orphan asylum in
Scenersville, with q few bitter
| words to the effect that the neg
iect of her only living nephew had
| induced her on the spur Of the
moment, to alter her original in
tention of leaving it to- him. She
died the very next morning