Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-12-06

little place, if you say so, my love; but
never did believe in fathers and moth
ers-in-law living with their children.
Every household is complete in itself.
That's my notion"
"Oh, Merton, how can you talk so?"
cried Lucy, with a panied face.
"Oh, well, Lucy, there no use in sem
timentalizing on thesepoints, - retorted
her husband little brusquely.
''I don't care to he rich, If | can't en-
joy the pleasure of my money" said
Mrs. Milford, pouting.
$50 you may enjoy them, if you only
will be reasonable about it,"
And Eve always thought so much of
having mamma with me-"
"Better leave off thinking about it,
then," said Milford, lighting cigar
and leaning back in u chair, the better
TO enjoy it.
Il suppose | can have as many SER
wants as please now?n hazarded Mrs.
Milford, wisely steering the convers;.-
tional barque away from the shoals of
dispute. n
Twenty, if you like, my DEAR" re-
piled Merton.
"And a housekeeper, like Mrs. Mil
lersl"
Not a housekeeper," said Mr.. Mil
ford, shaking his head. ''No fine ladies
for me, disguised as dependents. AS
many servants as are necessary, but no
one to domineer over them a proxy
for yourself"
IL will have a housekeeper, said
Lucy, excitedly.
mo you will not, my dsar-not in my
house."
"You don't want me TO have anything
Iwantl"
"Oh, yes; but there's 10 use in being
unreasonable"
''And can we have cottage at
BrightonY"
"Why do you say Brightony" gravely
questioned Merton. ITO my mind,
puss, Brighton is nothing more than
hot-bed of folly and frippery. At Hast
ings, now?"
Il don't care for Hastings" said
Lucy, moodily; 1.-The air never did agree
with me-"
Lucy burst into tears.
Mr.. Milford got up and strobe out Of
the room.
Merton, Mertonl'' cried the wife,
"where are you going?"
'To the billiard-room at the corner"
said Milford, hotly. az can find friends
enough there, l dare say, to giveme the
sympathy my wife seems inclined TO
withhold"
Lucy cried bitterly. In all the bright
years of their married life they never
had any serious differences until now.
Was it possible that riches were des-
tined TO bring them only a need of
misery, instead of the expected harvest
of happiness? Next came feeling of
bitterness and resentment. She would
show Merton that she was not 10 be
treated like child.
He came home late, but Mrs. Milford
feigned to be asleep. She did not come
down to breakfast the next morning,
making an excuse of a slight headache,
the remains of last nights tears, and
Milford ate and drank alone.
''Humph!" commented he, swallow
ing his coffee ina succession of dyspep-
tic-breeding gulps. "A pretty sort of
life this"
For three days Lucy cried and Merton
sulked. At the end of that time he
came home with "a curious expression
on his face.
"Puss," said he.
Lucy looked up, her pensive face
Frightening at the old, caressing pet
name.
"I,ye just had n second telegram.
Uncle Jesse is dead.
''Poor old man." said Lucy, soberly.
"Do you know, Merton, / begin to
doubt whether Uncle Jesse's money
will do us any good"
Il don't think it WILL" said Milford,
because you see the old gentleman
rallied at the last, and made a new will
in favor of the Refuge for Old Men,"
"And there is nothing left for us?'
queried Lucy.
Not penny" answered Merton.
IL am glad of it, said lucy.
"And l don't know that | am sorry,v
said Milford, half laughing, .because,
il the reverse of the old adage holds
true, and love flies out of the window
when riches come in at the door, say
let's draw the bolt against riches"
And Lucy's fearful kiss sealed his