The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-03-06

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HOW A WIFE GOT An ALLOWANCE.
There wsre people elnngi to envy
Mllicent Hsughton Who 6hlEwas mar
ried to Radcliffe 0atesI* &61as only
district school teacher, ct so much q
month, without home OF pareuts. He
was q wealthy banker. who seemed to
have nothing on earth TO- do. but to IL
du'ge his whims and caprices to their
uttermost bent, and the world in gem
Haughton had done unconmonly we'll
for herself"
Blu. Milly did not look happy upon
that golden July morning, with the sum
shine streaming through the oriel win
dow of the great breakfast room at
Gates Place. sn1 scatteiing little drops
of gold and crimson and glowing pur-
pie on the NOISY ground of the stone
colored carpet.
She was dressed in loose white cam
brio wrapper, looped and buttoned with
blue. and single pearl arrow upheld
the shining masses of her lovely auburn
hair. Her eyes were deep, liquid hazel,
hsr complexion as soft and radiant as
the dimpled side of an early peach
and the little kid-slippered foot that
patted the velvet ottoman was as per-
feet and taeering ~ . sculptor could
have wished it.
Mr.. Gates, from his side of the
damask-draped table, eyed her with tine
complacent gaze of proprietorship.
She was his wife. He liked her to look
well, just as he wanted his horses prop
erly groomed, and his consetvstories
kept in order; and he troubled himself
very little about the shadow on her
brow.
I'm in earnest, Radcliffe, /" che said,
with emphasis.
$50 I supposed, Mrs. Gates" said
the husband, .eisurely folding his paper
"A sign that the news within was thor
ougbly exhausted-"s I supposed.
But it isn's at all worth while to allow
yourself 10 get excited. When I say .
thing, Mrr. Gates, I generally mean il.
And repeat, fyou need money for any
sensible and necessary purpose, shall
he most willing and happy to sccommo-
date you"
Millicent bit her full. red lower lip
and drummed impatieDtly on the table
with her ten restless fingers. "And
am to come meekly imploring you for
every fve-cent piece happen to
want?"
Yes, Mrs. Gates. If you prefer to
put the matter in that Light. /"
Radcliffe, she coaxed, suddenly
changing her tone, edo give me an al
lowance don't care how little. Don't
subject me to the humiliation of plead
in. for q little money half q dozen times
q Gay. You are rich"
Exactly, my dear" nodded this
benedict, land that is the way made
my fortune, by looking personally after
every penny, and 1 mean to keep it
up"
"But think how was mortified yes-
terday, when Mrs. Armorer came to ask
me il I could subscribe fifty cents to-
wards buying q hand carrisee for our
wasberEoman's child-only fifty cents
and 1 had to say, Il must ask my
husband to give me the money whom he
returns from the city, for I had lot
even fifty cents of my own"
An very right-all very proper"
said Mr.. Gates, playing with . huge
rope of gold that hung across his chest
in the guise of watch chain,
"Other ladies are not kept penni-
less"
THAT rests entirely between them
selves and their kusbGsds, Mrs. Gatee."
will not endure it," cried MiIly,
starting 70 her feet, With che<ks dyed
scarlet, AID Indignantly giisi sning eyes.
Mr.. Cites leaned baak in.his chnir
with provoking compaacehcy.
e MI nj viii have money, faid Milly de-
"How are you goins 10 get it, my
dear? retorted her Spouse, With IN az.
gravating smile playing around the cor
ner OF his mouth. You have nothing
of your own-absolutely nothing. The
money Il all mine, and / mean 70 keeo
it."
Milly sat down again, twistipr her
pocket handkerc1ief around and around.
She was not prepared With An imme-
diate answer.
"And now, Mrs. Gates,- said the
banker, after moment or two Of over
vhelmfng silence, . IL yon1I Be- GOOD
enough 70 stitch that button % nv
glove. 1 II go down town. I have ii.
ready wasted too much time"
So the verbal passage at arms ended,
and Milly felt that, 30 far, she was
worsted.
She watched Mr.. Gales drive of in
an elegant oren barouche, drawn by
two long tailed chestnut horses, all in q
glitter OF plated harness, and turned
away, almost wishing that she was NIL
hcent Haughfon once again, behind her
disk in the little red school-houee.
She locke d afound at the ,nlaid furn-
itnre, Aubusson csrpesA nd fati1 win
dow drapt ries, and Thought With pas
sionate paDg, how little all this availe
her. V 80 Il -
cts 30 provoking of Radcliffe, {" she
murruured. 'sPve half . mind to 20
out to service, or dreesmsking, or some
th,ns .ndT LIN Tn's Ssaye mory of my
just then q servant knocked at the
door with . basket and note.
San old lady in Shaker bonnet and
a one horse wagon left it, }" said the girl,
with o scarcely db gals ed litter. "She
wouldn't como in, although invited
her," tf-
Mrs Gates opered the note. It ran
in stiff, old fashioned caligraphy, as if
tie pen were an unwonted implement
in the writer's hand:
'sDEAR Mn.LY-The strawberries in the south
medder lot are Just ripe, where you used to
pick em where You were . little girl so PeDe-
iope picked lot and we made bold to send
them to you, for the sake of old times, a. Aunt
Araminis is going to the city tomorrow. We
hope you will like them. Ahectionately, your
friend, MARIA ANN PEABODY"
The tears sparkled in the brides eyes.
For an instant il seemed to her as if
she were q merry child again picking
strawberries in the golden rain of
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
crimson, luscions fruit and inhaled the
delic oas pei fume, asudden idea started
into her head.
"Now / will have money Of my own!