The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1873-12-18

found myself ;ust five minutes too late
for the train, after having run all tho way
to the depot"
ooh, that was too bad"
ChiCkcrlY smiled little as 10 began to
carve the chicken.
"Ycs, | was little annoyed at 6rst; it
did seem rather provoking TO DO kept at
homo by only button"
"What are you going to dO!"
why, l shall make second start TO-
morrow"
"I'll sec to it that your breakfast is
ready this time, to the second, aud all your
wardrobe in trim, said Fanny, rather re-
lRvod at tho prospect Of u CharCO Of re-
growing her character
"You need not have engaged q
room at q hotel near the depot cant
run any moro risks
He did not speak unkiudly, and yet
Fanny felt that he was deeply displcased
with her.
"But, Frank"
"No will not discuss tho matter any
further, my love, if you please, | have
resolved to say nothing more to you about
reforms. | SEQ il is useless and ouly tends
to foster au unpleasant state Of feeling be-
tween US. Shall help you to some mac
caroni2"
And fairly siIouccd, Fanny ate her din
ncr with what appetite was loft her,
Three days afterwards, Mr.. Chickerly
once moro made bis entrance, just ut dusk
carpet bag in hand, while Fanny sal en-
joying the ruddy light of the coal fro uud
the consciousness Of having performed her
duty in the mending and general rcnoya.
ton of hor husbands drHSGr.full of shirts
IA job which she had long boon drcading
and postpOning.
"Woll, how is Aunt Elizabeth" qucs.
toned Fanny, when hcr husband, duly
welcomed aud greeted had seated himself
in the opposite casy-cbair,
dead" was the brief reply
"Dcadl Oh, Frank Of her old enc.
my, apoploSyg'
"YCs."
ssiEas,hrwili iwadOa2l='; ssps-
at was. Apparently she had expected
me, on the day she herself appointed, and
on my nonarrival on tho only train that
stops, she sent for tue village lawyer
made her will, and left all her property to
the orphan asylum in ScOnerSvillo, and u,
few bitter words to the OBJECT, that the nc.
glect Of her ouly living nephew had induc-
cd her, on tho spur Of the moment, to al.
Ter her original intention Of leaving it to
him. She died the very next morning"
"Oh, Frank, how much vas it?"
"Ten thousand dollars"
There was a moment or two of silence,
then Mr.. Chickorly added, composedIy;
"You sec, Fanny, how much that miss.
ing button has cost me"
Fanny Chickerly sat like one condemn
ed, by tho utteranco of her own consci.
euce. Not alone the one missing button,
but the scores-nay, huudreds-O triAiug
omissions, forgetfuIlnesS, and postpone
monts Which mado her life one endless en-,
deayor to ''catch up" with the trauspiring
present, seemed to present themselves be.
fore her minds eye. What would this
end iu2 Was not tie present lesson sufti'
CientIy momcntous to teach her to train
herself in different SCHOOL,
She rose and came to her husbands 5 side,
laying one trcmulOus hand on bis shoul.
der.
"There shall be no more missing but.
tons, my love-" she said, earnestly.
lie comprcheudcd all that she left an
spoken, and silently pressed the little hand
in his own; and not a word was said more
than this upon the subject,
But it was not forgotten. Fanny
Chickorly sat herself resOlutely to work to
uproot the rank weeds growing in the gar
den Of her life. Aud she succeeded, as
We all may do when We resolve 10 do q
wise thing.
Can't do it sticks in the mud,