The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-01-13
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TIE WIEE6 ALLOWANCE.

Milllcent daughtons when she was mar.
ried to Radcliffe Gates. She was only
. district school teacher, ct % much
month, without home or parents. He
was wealthy banker, who seemed to
have nothing on earth to do but to in.
tdulge his Whims and caprices to their ut
termost bent, and the world in general
announced its diction se3 that s. Millv
Haughton .had done uncommonlv we'll.
for herself I'll "a 5si ff4s& ~ ''5s.s..
But. Milly did not look. happy upon.
that golden July morning, with the sun.
shine streaming through the oriel window
OF the great breakfast room 1t Gates:
Place, and scattering little drops Of gold
and crimson .il and glowing purple on the
messy ground OF the stone.cOlored car
pet: r.. S'@>5. =. s.,= -. .7.'S'..' - #
She WAS dressed in loose, white cam.
brio wrapper, looped and buttoned with
blue. and single pearl arrow upheld the
shining masses Of her auburn hair. Her
eyes: were deep, liquid, hazel her com.
plexion soft and radient Is tho dimpled
side Of an, carly peach : and the little
kid'slippered foot that patted the velvet
ottoman bereath was IS perfect and to.
pering as sculptor could have wished it.
Mr.. Gates, from his side of the dalnask-
draped table, eyed her with the conpla.
sent gaze OF Proprietorship., She was his
wife. He liked her to look we'll just as
he wanted his horses properly groomed
AMI his Conservatives kept in ordor and
he troubled himself very little about the
shadow on her brow. 49,: .
= I'm in earnest, Radcliffe - she 81 id,
with emphasis. r..
p. 80 I supposed, Mrs. Gatcs,' said the
husband. leisurely folding the paper-a
sign that the news within was thorough
ly exhausted-''so I supposed. But it
isn't 1T oil worth while 20 allow yourself
to get excited. When say thing, Mrs.
Gates, I generally mean it. And re-
peat-if you need money for any sensible
and necessary purpose I shall be most
happy to accommodate you"
Millicent bit her full upper lip, and
drummed impatiently on the table with
her ten restless fingers. "And I am to
come meekly imploring you for every
five cent piece I happen to want!
Eyes, Mrs. Gates if you prefer to put
the matter in that light"
"Radclife," she coaxed, suddenly
changing her tone, "do give me an allow.
ance-I don't care how little! Don't
subject me to the humiliation of pleading
for little money half dozen times
day. You are rich.''
"Exactly, my dear" nodded this Bene-.
dict; land that's the way I made my for.
tune, by looking personally after every
penny, and mean to keep it up
''But think how was mortified vester.
day, when Mrs. Armour came to ask me
if l could subscribe fifty cents towards
buying hand carriage for our washer.
woman's lame child-only fifty cents-and
I hadto say, must ask my husband to
give me the money when he comes from
the city !'-for I had not even fifty cents
Of my own"
''All 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 penniless!"
"rhat rests entirely between them and
their husbands, Mrs. Gates.''
/ will not endure it, cried Milly, start.
ing to her feet with cheeks dyed scarle:
and Indignantly glittering eyes.
Mr. Gates leaned back in his chair with
provoking competency; ,,,
antly. "How are you going to get it, my
dear :" retorted her spouse, with IN az.
gravating smile playing about the corners
Of his mouth. You have nothing of your
own--absolutely nothing. The money is
all mine and intend to keep it!''
Milly sat down again, twisting her
pocket handkerchief around and around.
She was not prepared with an immediate
answer.
Sand now Mrs. Gates" said the bank.
er, after moment or two of overwhclm.
ing silence, ''if you'll be good enough to
stitch that button on my glove, I'll 70
down town. Ihave already wasted too
much time,"
So the verbal passage-at'arms ended,
and Milly felt that, so far she was worst
ed. She watched Mr.. Gates drive off in
an elegant open barouche, drawn by two
long. tailed chest nut horses, all in a gilt.
ter with plated harness, and almost wish
ed that she was Millicent Haughton once
again, behind her desk in the little red
school.house.
She looked around At the inlaid furni.
ture, Aubusson carpets and satin window
draperies, and thought with a passionate
pang how little al this availed her.
ut is so provoking Of Radcliffe she
murmured. I've half mind to 60 out to
service, or dressmaking or something-for
] must have money Of my own and I
will -
Just then servant knocked at the
door with basket and note.
IAN old lady in shaker bonnet and
q one.horse wagon left it, said the girl
with a scarcely disguised litter ''she
wouldn't come in, although l invited
her, 80
Mrs. Gates opened the note. it ran in
p stiff, old-fashioned caligraphy, As if the
aen were an unwonted implimnet in the
writer's hand:
DEAR M1LLy 1.-The strawberries in the
south medder lot are Just ripe, where you
used to pick 'em when you was Z little
gal: SO Penelope picked : 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. Affectionately your friend,
MARIA ANN PEABODY.
= The tears :sparklcd, in the the brides
eyes. For IN instant it seemed to her -
il she were merry child again, picking
straw berries 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 IS she lifted the
lid of the great basket of crimson, lus.
cious fruit, and: inhaled the delicious per-