The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1874-02-14

a,sppsd 10 he little bsl 81 ioi'ied
pagof,
stephen yos are too bad 10
taks me % %
IIs, I thought II vas ba aan1
Ms Csxgfoso swept indignantly
soroe tho foom, Presently she
jpkod lbo beil.wifc.
sana, she 'aid " tie gid sLo
aoswerod the summons. do take those
aokeniag ipbe roses away. Anybvdy
might know aheo Are lAwrenoc
has had a bail ai her house she
sen1s the socohd hand towers round
among her friends the peat day
Susan. said Mr.. Caxgrove, pbilo'
sophicaIly take that little paper box
to your mistress
Stephen cried Mrs. Csxgrovo !
only
] know II, my dear, said her hus-
band. If you say so, | release you
from the agreement
4 don't want to be released said
Mrs. Caxgroyc, angrily. Accident
happens to be on your side just now.
ON the side of the Home Mission,
you mean, said the husband. by the
way, there's that note from Mrs Dali
las to be answered. Have sou for
COTTON it2
What shall / say?
Accept the invitation, suppose.
oh, Stephens, l would so much
rather go TO the opera ! It's always
SO stupid at the Dallas, with old
Mrs. Dallas telling about her coughs
and colds, and Jessie always full of
the last sewing circle
We'll, | suppose it isn't very live
ly,' said Mr.. Caxgrove, with sly
smile. Ten cents, Lill, if you please
why, stephen, what have | said?
Oh, to be sure, And Mrs. CaK-
grove could not help laughing.
Well. it's worth ten cents to have
the privilege of speaking my mini.
Any way, shall send regrets
They'll be an awful flo, then
said Mr.. Caxgrove.
Only a polite fiction. There
haven't sheet of note paper lefil
Mrs. Captain sibthrope sent in and
borrowed the last yesterday never
returns anything she borrows by any
possibility
Like the wicked woman in the |
Scripture, said the husband. Ten
cents, my love,
It's too bad!' cried Lila, with
flaming cheeks. Il didn't mean to be
taken up this way
L only wish Mrs. Jaynesiord or
one of her set would call again said
Mr.. Caxgrove, roguishly. There
goes the bell nowv
1 shall be on my guard said the
wife. Il do believe its Mrs. .Monta.
gne. the very one Of all others ! most
wish to see. No, it isn't neither, it's
old Miss Ducey. Oh, dear! now /
shall be bored for a martal half hour
The Home Mission agaic said Mr..
Caxgrove, camly presenting the mex
Orable mite-chest at the same instant
in which Miss Ducey was shown into
the drawing room.
Miss Ducey had come to tell Mrs.
Caxgrove all the particulars of
recent wedding, and size stopped an
lour an half. And when she went
lway she circulated the report that
)oor dear Mrs. Caxgroves husband
vas really getting quite insane on
he subject of money, for all the time
was there he sat in the bay-win-.
ow, pretending TO be busy with
ook, but every now aud then he
1ould repeat to himself, Ten cents,
On cents, ten cents.
And, my dear. added Miss Ducey,
never saw a person look SO morti- (
ed as Mrs. Caxgroye did. She /
lrned as red as beat. g
stephen, cried the wife, as soon as v
er visitor vas gone, it's too bad for Y
nu to make one responsible for the U
'ngue OF an old tale-barrer like Mas b
'uc ~! | couldn't stop her mouth b
OF course not. said Stephen; your p
outh is the only one for which you {,
re accountable and has just got you b
ito another ten difficulty. Upon my !,
ord, the Home Mission ia making e
oney at a railroad rate. Don't y
ok SO vexed. ILL, darling; all this n
ny proves to you that yon were Il
al ly getting into NJ. almost nncon. b