The daily gazette., 1875-02-20
Conquering a Husband.
How Ons Wife Got am Allowance,

How One Wife Got am Allowance,
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| There were people enough to envy
Millicent Haughton when she was
married TO Radcliffe Gates. She was
only. q, district school teacher, at SO
much q month, without home or par
ents. He was wealthy banker, who
seemed TO have nothing on earth to do
but TO indulge his whims and caprices
to their utmost bent, and the W 0rld in
general, announced its dicton that
Milly Haughton!'had done unc common
ly well for herself" r',,..,,'t..,,,,I.I ~.
But Milly did not look happy upon
that golden July morning, with the
sunshine streaming through the oriel
window OF the great breakfast room at
dates' place, and scattered little drops
CT gold and crimson and glowing pur.
pie on the messy ground of the stone,
colored carpet. ~.,i.9Ga r; r. xxx
She was dressed in loose, white
cambria wrapper, looped and buttoned
with blue, and a single pearl arrow
upheld the shining masses of her love.
~ auburn hair. HerIeyes were deep,
liquid hazel; her complexion as soft
and radiant as the dimpled side of an
early peach; and the little kid-slipper-
ed foot that patted the ottoman b O.,
meath as perfect and tappering az
sculptor could have wished 1t.
MIR. Gates, from his side of the ia.
mask .draped table, eyed her with the
complacent gaze OF proprietorship. She
was bis wife. He liked her to look
well, just as he wanted his horses pro.
lperly groomed and his conseryatories
kept IN order; and he troubled him.
self very LITTLE aboutithe shadows on
her brow. -..4
Pm in earnest, Radcliffe she said
with emphasis. -" ra,a.-.f. ..'.
SO l suppose, Mrs. Gates, " said the
husband, ..leisurely folding his paper
a sign that the news within was thor
oughly exausted-' so l supposed. But
it isn't at all worth while to allow
yourself to get excited. When say a
thing, Mrs. Gates generally mean If.
And | repeat it-if You need money,
for any sensible and necessary purpose
| shah be most willing and happy to
accommodate you" '1
Millicent bit her full, red lower LID
and drummed impatiently OIL the table
with her ten restless fingers. tsAnd I
am to come meekly imploring. YOU
for every five cent piece 1 happen to
want?"
Yes, Mrs. Gates, If you prefer to
put the matter in that light" .- o.
Radcliffe, she ,coaxed suddenly
changing her Tone" edo give me an
allowance II don't care how little.
Don't subject me to the humiliation of
pleading for a little money half q doz.
en- times day. You are rich. " -
Exactly, nay dear, nodded theBene.
dict; and that's the way l made my
fortune by looking personally after
up"
"But think how was mortified yes
tsrday when Mrs. Armour came to ask
me II could subscribe fifty cents to-
ward buying hand carriage for our
washerwoman's lame child-only fifty
csnts-and l had to say, must ask my
husband to give me the money when
he returns from the city,'-for had
not even fifty cents of my own"
AN very right--all very .properr'
all very proper!' said Mr. Gates play
ing with the huge rope of gold that
hung across his chest in the guise of a
watch chain.
"other ladies are not kept penni.
less. -
"That rests entirely between them
! and their husbands, Mrs. Gates"
! II will not enduret" cried. Milly;
| starting to her feet, with cheeks dyed
scarlet and Indignantly glittering eyes.
| Mr. Gates leaned back in his chair
with provoking complacency. .5-
81 will have money!" said Milly de.
family,
Glow are you going to get it, my
dear" retorted her spouse, with an
aggravating smile playing around the
corners of his mouth. "You have
nothing of your Own--absolutely moth
ing. The money is all mine, and I
mean to keep it,"
Milly sat down again, twisted her
northumberland around and
around. She was not prepared with
an immediate answer
"And now, Mrs. Gates" said the
banker, after moment or two of over
whelming silence, "if you'll be good
| enough to stitch that button ON my
glove, I'll go down town. have al,
l ready wasted too much time.
So the verbal passage alarms ended
and Milly felt that, so far, she was
worsted,
She watched Mr., Gates drive off in
an elegant open barouche, drawn by
two longtailed chestnut horses, all a
glitter with plated harness, and turned
away, almost wishing that she was Mil
licent Haughton once again, behind
her desk in the little, red school
house. t5...T.,.. ....',.
She looked around at the inlsid
furniture, Aubusson carpets and satin
window draperies. aud thought, witt
a passionate lpang, how little all this
/ q va Had her h.'