Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1877-04-11

left. / give you what i can spare,
and as / can spare il, SO be salts
fed"
"But Roger" presisted Margery,
couldn't you manage to calculate
our expenses in such way that |
might have regular allowance Z"
Roger rose from his chair impa-
tiently, saying, as he left the room /:
at drives a man out, my dear,
when his wife won't let HIN be
comfortable at home"
"Oh, Rogerp cried Margery.
running after him, but the slam
ming of the hall door was her only
answer. 1t was 80 unkind, so un-
reasonable, that poor Margery
buried her face in her hands and
had long, lonely cry, after which
she went up stsirs wealily to bed.
Roger came home quite late. He
had met a friend who invited him
into the cheerful rooms of the B.
Club, where he had passed several
hours, smoking and chatting, with
out another thought of the poor
little woman at home, till he leaned
over her pillow and saw the traces
of tears on her cheek.
81 was tiifle hasty," he thought,
as he fell asleep. After that, Mar
gerry said no more about the reg
ular allowance, managing as well
as she could, even to spending
pocket-tnoney her father had sent
her, on cook or the rnilknen, rather
than ask Roger, when she came
short. She could do anything
sooner than speha another such
dreary evening, With no sound
about her but the ticking Of the
cstck and her own sobbing.
But Roger found the club more
to his taste than quiet home even
ings with his wife. His nature
craved change and excitement.
Margery tried harder to make
home more attractive. She put
little lunches Of aowers about the
room, and periodicals on the library
table, but Roger die not seem to
notice the flowers tili she called his
attention to them /; shen ho pro-
nouncet her extravagant. Mar
gerry only looked at the box o.
cigars beside them, and threw away
the flowers. fhey had lost their
beauty and their fragrance for her.
fhe periodicals were as unsuccess-
ful. Roger picked them up once
or twice, only TO throw them down
again, remarh!hg: at is wasteful,
Mareesyi to buy these books. !
see them all d. the club"
How Margery hated that club
"Please don't leave me tonight,
Roger. 1t is so desolate when you
are out" she would sometimes say,
pleadingly, and Roger, tired from
late hours and short rest the night
before, woald throw himself on the
sofa, and sleep till bedtime. II
Margery ventured to repeat her
request next evening, he would an
swer, reproachfully: "Why, Mar
gerry, l was home all last night.
You are selfish to want to keep me
here all the time"
"Perh.ps / am !" thought Mar
gerry, with sigh, and he went.
Reader, Rogers is not an unnat-
ursl character. have seen such
husbands. Have not youi
BY and by, tiny, blhe-eyed ba-
by came to gladden. Margery's
heart. Her love went out so warmly
to the little one, that, for . time,
she forgot how much she missed in
Roger. Even he was fore at home
while the novelty lasted, but only
so long. He was member Of the
B. Club himself now. He did not
seem to consider he was increasing
his outside expenses at the same
time the home demands had become
greater. But the lonely evenings
we're more endurable now tha
Margery had something dear t.
hold in her arms and rock and sinl
to sleep. The heart sank terribl.
sometimes, though, when she hat
been up late with baby, and me
Roger stumbling mp the stairs, ant
answering in n stupid, thick sor
OF way, to her anxious fears.
Poor Margery Her health be
gan to give way under her heav.
cares. The doctor sent her HON