The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1874-09-24
CONQCERING A HUSBAND.

NVNYO EhlNI III SBANDs
There were people enough to envy
Milliccnt Haughton when she was mar
ricd to Radcliffe Gates She was only Il
district schoo-tcachcr, at SO much IA
month. without home or parents. He
was a wealthy banker. who seemed to
have nothing on earth to do but to in
dUl-r his whlms and capriccs to their ut
tvrmoSt bent. and the world in general
announced its dicton that Milly Haugh-
ton had done uncommonly well for her.
self"
Bat Nilly did not look happy upon
that golden July morning, with the sun
shine streaming through the oricl Win
dow of the great breakfast room at
Gates Place and scattering little drops
OF gold and crimson and glowing purple
on the messy ground of the stone cOlOred
carpet.
She was dressed in loose white cam
hrir wrapper. Iooped and buttoned with
blue, and Il single pearl arrow upheld
the shining masses of her lovely auburn
hair. Her eyes were deep. liquid. hazel
her complexion as soft and radiant as the
d!mllcd side of an early peach; and the
lizzie kid->lippercd foot that pattcd the
velvet ottoman beneath was as perfect
and tapvring as Il sculptor could have
wished it.
Mr. Gates. from his side of the damask-
drapcd table, eyed her with the compla.
cent gaze of proprictorship. She was his
wife. He liked her to look we'll Just as
he wanted his horses properly groomcd
AMI his conscrvatories kept in order;
and he troubled himself very little about
the shadow on her brow.
I'm in earnest, Radcliffe" she said.
with emphasis.
SO supposed, Mrs. Gates" said the
husband. lcisurcly folding his papcr-a
sim hat the news within was thorough
~ cNhauStcd-'' SO l supposed. But 1t
isn't at all worth while to allow yourself
to yet excited. When say thing, Mrs.
Gates, generally mean it. And l re-
prat-if you need money for any scnsi-
bic ana necessary purpose, l shall be
most willing and happy to accommodate
YOU
Millicent lit her full, red. lower lip and
drummcd impatently ON the table with
her ten restless fingers. And am to
come meekly imploring you for every
fivc-ccnt piece happen to want:'
YES, Mrs. Gates, if YOU prefer to put
the matter in that light
Radcliffe she coaxed, suddenly
changing her tone, do give me an allow
anr"--l don't care how little! Don't sub
.irct me to the humiliation of pleading
for Il little money half a dozen times a
day. You are rich
Exactly my dear nodded this Bcnc-
diet; and that's the way l made my
fortune, by looking personally after every
penny, and mean to keep it up
But think how | was mortified yes
tcrday. when Mrs. Armour came to ask
me if | could subscribe fifty cents to-
ward buying Il hand-carriage for our
washcrwoman's lame child-only fifty
ccnts-anI | had to say, must ask my
husband to give me money when he re.
turns from the city!-for had not even
fifty cents of my own
An very right-all very proper" said
Mr. Gates, playing with the huge rope of
geld that hung across his chest in the
guisc of watch chain.
Other ladies are not kept pcnnilcss."
THAT rests entirely between them and
their husbands, Mrs. Gates"
IL will not endure it," cried Milly,
starting to her feet with cheeks dyed
scarlet and Indignantly glittering eyes
Mr. Gates leaned back in his chair with
provoking complacency.
~ "r!N have money" said Milly, de-
family.
How are you going to get it, my
dear retortcd her spouse, with an ag-
grava'ing smile playing around the cor
ncrS of his mouth "You have nothing
of your Own-absolutely nothing The
money is all mine, and l mean to keep
it,"
Milly sat down again, twisting her
pocket handkerchief around and around.
She was not prepared with an immediate
answer.
And now, Mrs. Gates" said the
banker, after moment or two of over
whclming silence, "if you'll be good
I'll 90 down town. have already wasted
40 much time
So u" verbal passage-at-arms ended,
and Milly I.... that, SO far, she was
wOrsted.
She watched Mr.. Gates drive off in an
elegant open barouche, drawn by two
lon"-tailed chestnut horses, all glitter
with plated harness, and turned away, al
most wishing that she was Millicent
liaughton once again, behind her desk in
the little red school-house.
She looked around at the inlaid furni-
turc, Aubusson carpets and satin window
pang, how little all this availed her
Its so provoking of Radcliffe!" she
murmured. I've half mind to 90 out
to service, or dressmaking, or something
for must have money of my own, and
Iwill."
Just then servant knocked at the
door with basket and note.
AN old lady in a Shaker bonnet and
a one-horse wagon left it," said the girl,
with a scarcely disguised litter. "She
wouldn't come in, although l invited
her"
Mrs. Gates opened the note. 1t ran, in
stiff, oldfashioned caligraphy, as if the
pen were an unwonted implement in the
writer's hand:
DEAR MILLY-Thc strawberries in the south
me'ldcr lot are just ripe. where you used to pick
en- when You were little gal: Penelope
picked a lot and we make bold to send them to
You for the sake of old times, as Aunt Araminta
is going to the city tomorrow. We hope you will
like them. Ahcctionately your friend,
MARIA ANN PEABODY.
The tears sparkled in the brides eyes.
For an instant it seemed to her as if she
were merry child again picking straw
berries in the golden rain of July sun
shine, with tho scent of wild roses in the
air and the gurglc of the little trout
stream close by. And as she lifted the
lid of the great basket of crimson, lus-
cious fruit and inhaled the delicious
perfume, a sudden idea darted into her
head.
"Now l will have money of my own ~
she cried out" money that l will earn
myself and thus be independent !"