The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-09-07

"Oh, you've turned into a mon
ster again. you Charon! I mayn'i
even welcome my own mother, an6
make her comfortable in our owr
house"
You may welcome your mother
and make her very comfortable
without the aid ofmuslin curtains
said Falconer decidedly.
'Savager' cried Lou, beginning
to pout.
"This is unreasonable and child
ishr' exclaimed her husband, i'm
patiently pushing back his chair
He had some perplexing business
on his mind and was in no mood for
trifing. But Lou burst into tears.
"Hang it all!' cried Edward, and
taking his hat he left the house.
He had not gone ten steps, howev-
er, before his resolution failed him,
and hurrying to the nearest bank,
he hastily drew a check and re-
turned home with the money. He
found his wife in her own room,
with their little Eddie on her lap,
the traces of tears were fresh on
her face, and she was singing to
the baby in low tone.
Forgive me, my precious, fer
being so grabbed just now," plead
Falconer, in a penitent tone, as he
bent over and kissed her, at the
same time placing the money in
her hand. 'WiIl this be sufficient
for what you want?''
"More than sufficient she ex-
claimed, delightedly separating the
roll of bank notes. 'PH take what
is left over and get you a perfect
duck of a dressiDg-gown and ma
terials to work the loYeliest pair
of slippers you ever saw"
Falconer began to protest that he
stood in need of neither dressing
gown nor slippers, but a reproach-
ful glance from LOUIS blue eyes ar
rested his words. ''Not when I
am going to make them with my
own. little fingers?" she said, and
Edward subdued instanter.
The following week LOUIS moth
er, Mrs. Townsend, arrived and was
welcomed by her
and son-in-law. She was
a thoroughly sensible, reasonable
woman, with a deal of penetration
that seemed to divine things at a
glance, and was an acquisition to
any household.
Don't you think, Lou," she
said to her daughter one day, when
the latter had, in her usual coaxing,
half-pouting style, been urging Ed
ward to some fresh extravaganza,
''that you may push your impor-
tunities just too far? Mr.. Falcon
er looks very much perplexed and
worried to-day, 1 think"
ooh, Edward is the dearest, most
amiable of men,"
"Yes, Lou, but for the very rea-
son that your husband is amiable
and indulgent to a fault, you should
be merciful and not press him too
far. Now 1 consider that baby's
cloak which you coaxed him in
getting for Eddie quite an unnessa-
ry piece Of extravaganza. Now,
take my advice, and be a little more
in your demands"
Mrs. Falconer knew better than
to pout at her. mother, so she re-
solved not to ask her husband for
in her presence again;
but no sooner was NJ rs. Townsend
gone than the old practice was re-
Too much occupied in
her own little selfish aims, she did
not notice that her husbands man
ner was often strangely furried;
there was recklessness in his very
tenderness; he refused her nothing
that she asked for, and the little
lady availed herself to the very ut
most of this propitious disposi-
tion.
''Oh, Edward she said to him
one day as they. sat over dessert,
''the charity ball comes off next
Wednesday, and 1 have been made
one of the lady Patronesses. 1
must have a pretty dress for the oc-
casion.'' ,f1s7t
.Order whatyou wiH," he said,
laconically, as he arose and left the
baBA6s
The evening of the ball Lou was
that her husband did
not come home in time TO see her
dressed; but she could not keep
her party waiting, and was obliged
to 60 on without seeing him.
Half an hour later Falconer came
home. He inquired of the house
maid, who had been reused. from a
nap by the violent jerking of the
parlor bell, if her mistress was
gone out; and sleepy as the girl
was, she was started (as she after
wards ayerred) "by the look Of his
face" as he dismissed her.
He went to his own room where
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