Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-11-05
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CONOUERING A HUSBAND.


Haughton when she was married to Radcliffe
Gates. She was only district school teacher,
at 80 much month, without home or parents.
He was wealthy banker, who seemed to
have nothing on earth to do but to indulge
his whims and caprices to their utmost bent,
and the world in general announced its die
tum that Milly Haughton "'had done uncom-
monty we'll for herself"
But Milly did not look happy upon that
golden July morning, with the sunshine
streaming through the oriel window Of the
great breakfast room at Gates place, and
Scattering little drops of gold and crimson and
glowing purple on the mossy ground Of the
stone.colored carpet.
She was dressed in loose, white cambria
wrapper, looped and buttoned with blue, and
single pearl arrow upheld the shining mas
ses of her lovely auburn hair. Her eyes were
deep, liquid hazel her complexion as soft
and radiant as the dimpled side of an early
peach and the little kid-slippered foot that
patted the velvet ottoman beneath was as per-
feet and tapering as sculptor could have
wished it.
Mr.. Gates, from his side of the damask.
draped table, eyed her with the complacent
gaze of propretorship. She was his wife.
He liked her to look we'll just az he wanted
his horses properly groomed and his conser,
vatories kept in order; and he troubled him
self very little about the shadows on her
brow.
"I'm in earnest, Radclifer' she said, with
emphasis.
$50 suppose, Mrs. Gates" said the hus,
band, leisurely folding his paper-a sign that
the news within was thoroughly exhausted
$50 1 supposed. But it isn't at all worth
while to allow yourself to get excited. When
l say thing, Mrs. Gates, generally mean
it. And 1 repeat it-if you need money for
any sensible and necessary purpose, | shall be
most willing and happy to accommodate
you"
Nlillicent bit her full, red lower lip and
drummed impatiently on the table with her
ten restless fingers. "And I am to come
meekly imploring you for every five cent
piece happen to want?"
eyes, Mrs. Gates, if you prefer to put the
matter in that light"
"Radcliffe," she coaxed, suddenly changing
her tone, "do give me an allowance don't
care how little! Don't subject me to the hu
initiation of pleading for little money hall
dozen times day. You are rich"
Exactly, my DEAR" nodded the Benedict
"and that's the way I made my fortune; by
looking personally after every penny, and
mean to keep it up"
"But think how l was mortified yesterday
when Mrs. Armour came to ask me if
could subscribe fifty cents toward buying q
hand carriage for our washerwoman's lame
child-only fifty cents-and [ had to say
must ask my husband to give me the money
when he returns from the city,-tor l had
not even fifty cents of my own.
Call very right-all very proper" said
Mr.. Gates, playing with the huge rope OF goold
that hung across his chest in the guise of
watch chain.
"Other ladies are not kept penniless.
"That rests entirely between them and then
husbands, Mrs. Gates"
II will not endure it," cried Milly, starting
to her feet, with cheeks dyed scarlet and in
dignantly glittering eyes.
Mr. Gates leaned back in his chair with
provoking complacency.
81 will have money -" said N1illy, defantly
"How are you going to get it, my dearY
retorted her Spouse with an aggravatlng smile
playing around the corners of his mouth
you have nothing of your own-absolutely
nothing. The money is all mine, and | mean
to keep it,"
Milly sat down again, twisted her pocket
handkerchief around and around She was
not prepared with an immediate answer.
"And now, Mrs. Gates" said the banker
after a moment or two of Overwhelming silence
"if you'll be good enough to stitch that but
ton on my glove, I'll 60 down town. l have
already wasted too much time"
So the verbal passage.at-arms ended, and
Milly felt that, so far, she was worsted.
She watched Mr. Gates drive off in an ele'
giant open barouche, drawn by two long tail
chestnut horses, all glitter with plated har'
ness, and turned away almost wishing that she
was Millicent Haughton once again, behind
her desk in the little red school room.
She looked around at the inlaid furniture
Aubusson carpets and satin window draperles
and thought, with a passionate pang, how
little all this availed her.
"It's so provoking of Radcliffe p she mur'
INJURED. "I've half mind to 90 out to ser.
vice, or dress making, or somethng-tor
must have money Of my own, and will !!
Just then servant knocked ut the door
with basket and note.
can old lady in a Shaker bonnet and
one-horse wagon left it" said the girl, with
scarcel y disguised litter. "Shc wouldn't come
in, although invited her"
Mrs Gates opened the note 1t ran, in a
stiff, old.fashioned caligraphy, as if the pen
were all unwonted implement in the writer's
hand:
DEAR MILLy: The Strawberries in the south
mctluer lot are llSt ripe, where you uSeu 10 pck
en- when yoll were Il little gal; so Penelope
picked Il lot and we made bold to send them to
vou for the sake of old times, us aunt Araminta
is going to the city tomorrow. Wchope you will
like thcm Aifectionatcly your friend,
MARIA ANN PEABODY.
The tears sparklel in the brides eyes. For
an instant it seemed to her as if she were a
merry child again, picking strawberries in the
golden rain of a July sunshine, with the
scent of wild roses in the air and the gurgle
of the little trout stream close by. And as
she lifted the lid of the great basket Of Grim.
son, luscious fruit and inhaled the delicious
perfumery, a sudden idea darted into heI
head.
"Now will have money of my own ~ she
cried out-"money that [ will earn myself
and thus be independents
Half an hour afterward Mrs. Gates came
down stairs, to the infinite amazement of Ra'
chael, the chambermaid, and Louisa, the par
lor maid, in a brown gingham dress, white
pioue sun.bonnet and bas ket on her arm.
"Won't you have the carriage ma'am ??
asked the latter, as Mrs Gates beckoned to a
passing omnibus.
NO, won't!" said the bankers lady.
And within the city limits she alighted and
began work in good earnest