Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1875-03-04
HOW a WIFE GorAN ALLOWANCE

HOW a WIFE COR AN ALLOWANCE.
There were people enough to envy
Millicent Haughton when she was mar
rled to Radcliffe Gates. She was only
district school teacher, at SO much a
month, without home or parents. He
was wealthy banker, who seemed to
have nothing OH earth to do but to ir
du!ge his whims and caprices to their
uttermost bent, aud the world in gen
erat announced it's decision that NIilly
Haughton s had done uncommonly we'll
for herself.s'a = ~
But Milly did not look. happy upon
that golden July morning, with the sun.
SHINE streaming through the oriel win.
GOV OF the great breakfast room at
dates Place, and scattering little drops
of gold and crimson and glowing nnr-
pie on tho mossy ground of the stone
colored carpet.
She was dressed in loose white oam-
brlc wrapper, looped and buttoned with
blue, and single pearl arrow upheld
the shining masses OF her lovely au burn
hair. Her eyes were deep, liquid hazel,
her complexion rs soft and radiant as
the dimpled side of al early peach !:
and the little kid-slippered foot that
!. .l,atted the . lyst at tam IN
y secJ auss ta9ering as SCULPTOR could
have wished it. - G'''''' -
Mr., Gates, from his side of the
da!mask-drnped table, eyed her with the
compiaccnt gaze of proprietorship.
She was his wife. Ho liked her to lool,
well, Just as he wanted his horses prop.
erly groomed, aud his couservatories
Kept III order; and he troubled himself
very little about the shadow on her
brow. ''o-
I'm in earnest, Radcliffe" she said,
with emphasis.
80 | supposed, Mrs. Gates" said
the husband, leisurely folding his paper
sign that the news within was thor
oughiy exhausted" SO 1 supposed.
But 1t isn't Mt NIL worth while to allow
Sourself to get excited. When L sny a
thlng, Mrs. Gates, generally mean it.
Ana repeat, 1t you need money for any
senslole ana necessary purpose, ehall
be most willing and happy to accommo.
date you."
Miilicsnt bit her full, red lower lin
and drummea jmpatieptly on the table
with her ton restless fioeers. "And T
am to come mcekly imploring Won for
want p" ppon ~
Yes, Mrs. Gates, if you prefer to
put the matter in that light"
hadciltfe, she coaxed, suddenly
changing her tone, "do give me nm ni-
lowancc; don't care how little. Don't
SUBJECT me to tho humiliation of plead
IN for little money half-a dozen times
day. You are rich"
'EHac,ly, my DEAR" nodded this
benedict, land that is the way made
my fortune, by looking personally after
every penny, and I mean to keep it
up" ~
But think how was mortified yes
terday, whom Mrs. Armorer came tc sak
me 1t l could subscribe fifty cents to-
wards buying q hand carriage for our
washcrwoman's child-only fifty cents
and 1 had to say. / must ask nv
husband to give me the money when he
returns from the city, for 1 had not
even nifty cents of my own.''
"All very right-all very prop er. -
said Mr.. Gates, playing with Il huge
rope of gold that hung across his chest
in the guise of n watch chain.
Other ladies are not kept pcnni.
less.'' r -
"That rests entirely between them.
selves and tbeir husbands, Mrs. Gates. -
will not endure it," cried Mdly,
starting TO her feet, with checks dyed
scarlet, and Indignantly giislening eyes.
MIR. Gates leaned bncf in his chair
with provoking cJmplncency.
- will have money! said AIilly de-
family.
How are you going to get it, my
denr?' retorted her spouse, with an az.
gravating smile playing around ,he cor-
ner OF his mouth. You have nothing
OF your oWn-nbsolutcly nothing. The
money is all mine. and | mean to keen
it."
M'lly sat down again, twisting her
picket handkerchief around and around
She was not prepared with an imme.
dia!e answer.
"And now, Mrs. Gates" said the
banker, after moment or Two OF over
Whelming silence, "ir yon'H be good
enough to stitch that button on my
glove, | II 60 down town. ! have nj.
res y wasted too much time"