The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1873-12-18
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Mrs. Chickcrly rubbed her eyes ant
stared sleepily around.
"0h, Frank, | forgot all about speak
ing to her last uigLt," she said with con
scionCo.strikcn face. but I'll run righ
up-she can have the breakfast ready in
very few minutes"
She sprsng out Of bed, thrust her fee
into pair of silk, lined slippers, and threw
a shawl over her shoulders,
Mr., Chickorly bit his lip, and checked
her.
mo need, Fanny" he said, a little BIT
terly, II must leave tue house in fifteen
minutes, or miss the only through train
It's Of no use speaking to cook now"
a am 50 sorry, Frank"
Mr.. Chickerly did not answer he wa:
apparently absorbed in turning over the
various articles in his bureau drawer,
while Fanny sat shivcriug on the edge oil
the bed, cogitatiug how hard it was for
her husband to start on along journey that
bitter morning without any breakfast.
II can make a cup Of coffee mysclf oV-
or tho furnace fire." she exclaimed, spring.
ing to her feet. But Mr. Chickorly ugain
iutcrPoscd:
"Sit down.. Fanny, please, | would
rather you would sew this button on the
neck ofmy shirt. I have packed the 9th
ers-that are ct to wear. l have shirts
enough, but not one in repair"
Fanny crimsoncd as she remembered
how often, in the course Of the last month
or Two she had soIemnIy promised herself
to devote a day to the much-neodCd reno
vation of her husbands shirts,
She looked around for her thimble.
Il left it dowa stairs last night. Fl
get it in minute"
The housomaid had just kindled q fire
sin the sitting,room CRATE; it was blazing
and cracking chcerily among the frcsl
Goals, and Fanny could net resist the temp
tation Of pausiug moment to warm be
chilled fingers, and watch the grecnish
purple SpiFSsoI iIams sdOCtmcrily up u
chimney, until she heard her husband
voice calling her ilnperitivcly:
Fanny! Fanny! what are you doing?'
"0b, DEAR" thought the wife, as sh
ran up stairs, 81 wish Frank wouldn't b
so cross. He's always in hurry"
Little Mrs Cbickcrly never stopped t.
think that the real reason was that she
his wife, was never in hurry.
The needle threaded, tue tbimblo fitted
on, an appropriate button was next to be
selected.
"Ob, dear, Frank, | haven't one The
right size"
Sow on what you have, then; but be
quick"
But Fanny was quite certain there wa'
"just the right button" somewhere in her
work basket aud stopped to search for it.
There, | told you So" she cried, tri
umphantIy, holding itup on the end Of
her needle,
"Well, well, sew itou quick, "said Mr.
Chickorly, glanciug at bis watch nervous,
ly
That's just your worrying way, Frank
as if anybody could sew a button on well
10 bury. There, my needle has come
unthrcadcd."
"Oh, Fanny, Fanny" sighed her hus'
band, fairly outof patience at last, why
didn't you do It iast night, as begged o
you2 / shall miss the train; and what lit
tie chance we had Of place in Aunt Eliz
abeth's will, will be sacrificed to your mis-
erable habit of being always behind hand,
Fanny gave him the shirt, and bogaI
to whimpcr little, but Chickcrly hat
neither the time nor tho inclination t.
pause to sootie her pelulent manifestation
of grief. HO finished bis dressing, caugh
up his valise with hurried goodbye anc
ran down stairs, two steps at time into
the street.
"There he goes" murmurod Fanny
"and he's gone away cross with me, and
all for nothing but a miserable button
wish there wasn't such a thing as button
III the world" "a wish which We much
misdOubt, many another wife than Mrs
Fanny Cbiokorly has echoed With perhaps