Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1875-03-04
HOW a VICE cor AN ALLOWANCE

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H0WA WIFE GOrAN ALLOWANCE.
There were people enough to envy
NIillicent. Haughton when she was mar.
ried to Radcliffe Gates. Sho was onlv.
q district school teacher, at SO much q
month, without homo or parents. He
was q eBealthy banker, who seemed to
nave nothing Oh earth to do but to ir-
du!ge his whims and caprices to their
uttermost. bent, aud the world in gen
eral announced its decision that MTilly
for herself. ~ 2 .-Lssl
But Milly did not look. happy upon
that golden July morning, with the sun.
shine streaming through the .oriel win.
dow OF the great breakfast room at
dhteB Place a:.d saasteriiig little drops
OF gold and crimson and glowing pur-
pie on the mossy ground of the stone
colored carpet
Sho was dressed in loose white cam.
5rlc wrapper, looped and buttoned with
nlue, ana "a single pearl arrow upheld
the shlnIng masses OF her lovely auburn
halr. Her eyes were deep, liquid hazel,
her complexion as soft and radiant as
the dimpled side of an enrlv mach ::
aud the little kid-slippered foot that
spatted the elEat aft an Al
art isust aSafing as sculptor could
have wished it. y - aNeS N''.s. ~
Mr.. Gates, from his side of the
4 sdamask- ptlLi -draped table, eyed her with the
\ SS13mplacent CON gaze of proprietorship.
she was his wife. He liked her to lool,
well, just as he wanted his horses prop.
erly groomed, aud his conservatories
Kept IN order; and he troubled himself
very little about tho shadow on her
brow. 40
I'm in earnest, Radcliffe" she said.
with emphasis.
so i supposed, Mrs. Gates" said
the husband, leisurely folding his paper
sign that the news within was thor
oughiy exhausted" 1 supposed.
But 1t isn't at all worth while to allow
yourself to get excited. When I sny q
thing, Mrs. Gates, generally mean it.
ana repent, if you need money for any
senelole and necessary purpose, shall
date you
MilIiosnt bit her full, red lower lin
and drummed jmpatieptly on the toj,lc
with her ton restless fingers. "And 7
am to. como meekly imploring Won for
want ?" ppon ~
Yes, Mrs. Gates. if you prefer to
put the matter in that ght. ,"
kadcl1ffe, she coaXed. suddenly
changing her tone, "do give me nm al
lowance aon't cage how little. Don't
SUBJECT me to the humiliation of plead
IN for little money half-a dozen times
day. You are rich"
Exactly, my dear" nodded this
benedict, "and that is the way I made
my fortune, by looking personally after
every penny, and I mean to keen it
But think how 1 was mortified yes-
terday, when Mrs. Armorer came to ask
me If [ could subscribe fifty cents to-
wards buying q hand carriage for our
washcrwomans child only fifty cents
And had to say, L must ask nv
husband to give me the money whom he
returns from the city, fer L had not
even nifty cents of my own"
"All worry right--all very proper"
said MIR. Gates, playing with huge
rope OF gold that hung across his chest
in the gnise of n watch chain.
Other ladies are not kept penni-
lesg."
"'yThat rests entirely between them.
selves and their husbands, Mrs. Gates."
will not endure it," cried Mdly,
starring TO her feet, with checks dyed
scarlet, and Indignantly giistening eyes.
MIR. Gates leaned back in his chair
with provoking c1mpncencv.
~ will have money" aaid Milly de-
"How are yon going to get it, my
dcar? retorted her spouse, with an az.
gravating smile playing around The cor
ner OF his mouth. ".You have nothing
of your own-nbsolutely nothing. The
money is all mine, and | mean to keen
it," ~ p
M'lly sat down again, twisting her
Packet handkerchief around and around.
She was not prepared with an imme.
diase answer. 7
And row, Mrs. Gates" said the
banker, after moment or two of over
whelmjng silence, "if Jon'lI be good
enough to stitch that button on nv
glove, LII 60 down town. ] have nj.
tea y wasted too much time"