Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-08-19
lust too Far.

coner pouted her rosy lip, and turn
ed pettishly away from her husband.
eve are a young firm, you know
Lou, and -
"Oh, say nothing more about it, if
you please. l shall never ask you
for anything again." And with a
little toss of her head she left the
room.
Falconer sighed, and his brow con-
tracted with pain, as he looked after
her.
"Poor child! 1t is so hard to re-
fuse her anything"
He was a pale young man, with a
thoughtful cast of countenance and
earnest grey eyes; habitually re-
Iserved and prudent, he was account
cd a sharp business man, and at the
time of his marriage, two years pre-
vious, the old men predicted that he
would eventually become one of the
largest capitalists in u. His wife,
willful; pretty creature, seemed 10
be his one weak point. Nor was she
slow TO avail herself of this advan-
tage her influence over him was
mbounded, and even in cases where
il was against his better judgment,
he invariably yielded to her wishes.
The present object of these last
named was a garnet silk dress pat
tern, which she had that morning
seen at C.'s fashionable store and
poor Falconer's ears were still ring
ing with the minute description of
/ its incompatible loyelincss.
at seems so cruel to deny her what
she has set her heart on" he said,
laying his pen down, and, rising,
took one or two turns around the
| room. The result of his reflections
was, that be put on his hat, went
| straight to C.'s, ordered the silk, and
| had il charged 10 his account.
Who would hesitate to credit Fal-
| cOner & Frost? There was not a
| safer cOpartnership anywhere. The
salesman blandly enquired, "Any-
thing else, sir 2" wrote the address,
and promised that the parcel should
be sent home in an hours time.
Then the purchaser walked slowly
down to his business, not altogether
| satisfied with what he had done.
"Oh! Edward, you darling ln
were the words that greeted him
I when he went home that evening,
and throwing her arms aroUla his
neck, his wife literally overwhelm-
ed him with kisses. ''Oh, you dear
love how clever it was of you to
feign the old Shylock, and then give
me such q delightful surprise 20
eff ii was really a delightful sur
prise, Mignon," putting both hands
upon her shoulders, and gazing fond
| ly into the fair, joyous face, "l am
amply rewarded for my trouble"
"Wait until you see me in my new
dress, and then you'll be rewarded
| in earnest"
"Well, suppose you let me have
some tea, now"
Certainly, as much as you want
Throughout the meal Lou was
| gay and garrulous, and afterward
went to the piano and sung to her
husband until bedtime.
| 81 can't make up this handsome
dress myself" soliloquized Mrs.
Falconer, as she examined her treas
ure next day; 81 am sure that Ed
ward would rather pay the dress
makers bill than have me spoil it,"
So she forthwith took il TO fash-
ldIeIUer TON ner mother IN New
York. saving that she would be
with them by the following Tues
day, and Immediately set about pre-
pairing a room for her reception.
sDear me-" she said, tI must have
some new muslin curtains should
be ashamed for mamma TO see these,
all darned as they are. Edward
must be an angel again, and give me
some"
"Sweetest, dearest, and best Of
men!' she said to him at dinner,
am in a worse fix than was the Prin-
| cess Graciosa; won't you be Perci-
| ner, and come to my assistance!"
"What is it you want now?" asked
Falconer, beginning to get nervous.
| "Oh, love, my muslin curtains are
so ragged as to disgrace the house,
| and mamma is coming to visit me
next next week; she is always SO
| particular about appearances, and
want to get some fresh ones to put
| up in her room"
| sis it absolutely necessary to have
muslin curtains, Lou? Wouldn't
dimity do just as well? Pm sure
you must have a spare set"
s'Oh, but mamma is accustomed TO
muslin curtains, and L know she
won't feel at home with any other
kind. There, now, be good dar-
ling, and let me get them"
Il hate to refuse you, Lou, butt
"Oh, you've turned into monster
again, you Charon! L mayn't even
welcome my own mother, and make
her comfortable in our house"
tsYou can welcome your mother
and make her very comfortable,
without the aid of muslin curtains, y
said FalconeF, decidedly
Savage" cried Lou, beginning
to pout.
!This is unreasonable and child
ish !" exclaimed her husband, impa-
tientIy pushing back his chair. He
/ had some perplexing business on his
} mind, and was in no mood for tri.
! fling. But Lou burst INTO tears.
"Hang it all !" cried Edward, and
) | taking his hat he left the house
| He had not gone ten steps, however
l before his resolution failed him, and
5 | hurrying to the nearest bank, ht
: | hastily drew q check and returned
home with the money. lie found
e his wife in her own room, with theil
: little Eddie on her lap; the traces
: of tears were fresh on her face, anC
she was singing to the baby IN low
tone.
4 Forgive me, my precious, fol
l having been so Grabbed, just now,
: plead Falcoucr, in penitent tone
: as he bent over and kissed her, a
q the same time placing the money il
| her hand. "Will this be sufficient
D for what you want 2"
f ''More than sufficient" she eX
e claimed. delightedly, separating thu
4 roll OF bank notes. ''pll take what
( left over and get you perfect duel
= # a dressing gown, and materials L
= work the loveliest pair of slippers
2 YOU ever saw"
q Falconer began to protest that b.
a stood in need of neither dressing
a gown or slippers, but reproachfu
5 glance from LOUIS blue eyes arrested
L his words. "Not when l am goinJ
5 to make them with my own ittl
= fngers!" she said, and Edward wa
d subdued instanter.
u The following week, LOUIS moth
: err, Mrs. Townsend, arrived, ant
:; was affectionately welcomed by he
: daughter and son-in-law. She wa
q a thoroughly sensible, REASONABLY
K woman, with a deal of penetration
,, that seemed to divine things at
:. glance, and was an acquisition I
e any household.
"Don't you think, Lou" she sal
to her daughter one day, when tn
e latter had, in her usual coaxins
N half-pouting style, been urging Ed
20 ward TO some fresh extravaganza
le THAT you may push your importu
,e mites lust too far! Mr.. Falcone
n, | loOl-s vary mucb DprDlpxpl and NO,