The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-07-07
Tbere1l be no difficulty about that

"Therell be no difficulty about that, +"
said she, pleasantly.
Mrs. Luttren was very busy. She
visited carpet stores, furniture shops,
dry goods houses; and wherever shewent
she made large purchases, and gave her
husbands notes for payment.
Last of all she visited the marble
works, and ordered three expensive
stones.
When she got back to the hotel she
found a note from Luttrell, telling her
that he had found a splendid chance to
invest in real estate, and that, as he had
gone out to look at it, she was to make
herself easy until his return, which would
be the next day.
His wife had an idea in her head, how
ever, and she determined not to wait an
instant In fifteen minutes the train
was due. and she determined to go home
On went her bonnet, and, ordering her
things to follow her, Mrs. Luttrell
stepped aboard the cars, and two hours
later, ustbegrimed and tired, she
reached home.
Luttrell did not get through with his
business quite so soon as he thought for,
and it was not until the following even
ing that his wife heard the rattle of the
buggy-wheels stop before the house.
1t was quite late, and he went imme-
diately to bed.
In the morning an excellent breakfast
awaited him. He had given up his
heathenish repasts and had taken to eat
ing civilized food, and his wife sat be-
hind the cofee-pot placidly as usual.
q can't find that bundle of blank
notes. l had them all prepared and
ready for use. Have you seen them,
Martha?" he asked, anXiously, as he sat
down to eat.
"Yes," said she, calmly; there is
what had left after settling up my bills
in the city"
"Good heaven" he shrieked. "What
did you get?"
cone monument for the grave of youl
first wife, and two stones for the little
children that lie beside her. Here is the
bill $500. I hope ny successor will be
as thoughtful Of my last home, since ii
is not likely that you will"
Mr.. Luttrell grasped the notes in terri
BILE anger.
And what else, madame
Pass the biscuits, John" said she
shortly.
"What else did you buy?"
con, carpets, curtains, set of parlol
furniture, some silk dresses, table linen
and a great many things besides. l d(
wish you'd pass the biscuits"
ooh! oh. OH
And l gave your note for a thousand
dollars to John Gunner, to whom let thu
contract for building our new house. HI
says"
Our-new-h ousew
Certainly. He will furnish every
thing and build it for So, 900. How mucI
nicer it will be with decent house OF
the premises. why, what on eartl
ails you, Mr.. Luttrell? Are you sick?'
"Sick?" he gasped. "Im ruinedm
He tainted away, and it took two
strong men to put him to bed, where hi
remained for six weeks, the most of TIT
time raving with fever.
Mrs. Luttrell attended carefully t
him. Day or night she was always by
his pillow, ready to minister to ever!
want, be it real or fancied.
1t was two good months before hi
could walk about the room. But hi
long illness, instead of hardening hi
hard heart, made it a trife less like ada
mant.
What is that building?" he asked on,
day, as the roof and chimneys of new
structure met his gaze.
"Our new house" was the quiet reply
Luttrell said nothing, only drawing ;
deep, long sigh.
His wife was too wise a woman t.
make vain boasts. She said nothing, bu
went about her business, and ordered
what she wanted.
They moved into the new dwelling, ant
he shut his eyes and groaned over thu
expensive things, but he dared not de
muir. She made purchases-heavy one'
but she bought wisely and well, ant
what she knew their income would af
ford.
People no longer look on Luttrell a.
man whom nobody can conquer; but i
you ever go to Ashcomb, somebody vii
take it on herself to tell you the story
have told, and draw parallel between
the characters of the first and seconC
Mrs. Luttrell.-N. Y. Weekly.