The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1879-10-21

ra wasspOQ6ng. reak0Dt was
ove but E1es still kpt his eat.
toyiSg absesely Nth easpoon, While
Myra looked at him with the cross
look of . thwarted child.
Then yoa~vou't give me the
dress?" she said.
Il can't, Myra. l really could
not do It without running into debt.
That's just an excuse. Papa al
ways let have me the money for my
clothes. even If he was cross about
some other things"
"Your father was . rich man,
Myra, when We we're married"
Il wish be were rich now. I'd ask
him for the money. never thought
you would be stingy, Ernest" This last
thrust Yves too much for the long
enduring temper. Ernest Mathers
voice Was very stern as he answered:
Il am not stingy, Myra. You
knew that was q DOOR man when
you married me. and that could not
give you the luxuries of your old
home |; but l have granted you every
indulgence in my power without
getting into debt. That / will not
do"
He LETT her then, lingering in the
hall. as he put on his Overcoat,
hoping that she would come for q
kiss and word of reconciliation.
But she sat tapping her little foot
upon the floor until the hall door
closed. and then ran to her room
crying.
She was a spoiled child. the only
daughter of o man who had been very
wealthy, but who had hazarsied his
money in an unfortunate speculation
and lost it. A position abroad was
offered him. which he accepted. His
house and furniture, which he had
given his daughter for u wedding
gift, were settled upon herself and
not affected by his change Of fortune.
He knew Ernest Mather to be an
honorable man, who had a good
business capacity and a high place in
the esteem and confidence of his
employers, and he felt no anxiety
about Myras fortune. So the little
wife, as she made her pretty blue
eyes all red with tears of temper.
had no sensible mother to tell her
how wrongly she was acting. Under
these circumstances the tears were
soon dried and Mrs. Mather went
out for a walk.
ats no harm to look at that dress
again, even If l can't buy it." she
said.
In Myra's dainty. portemonnaie
there was money enough to purchase
q number of nice little parcels. even
though the price of the expensive
dress was denied her. So the morning
slipped away, and luncheon time
found her chatting away with Julia
MAXWELL, aud quite willing to accom-
pany that friend upon a second tour
IN the afternoon.
1t was after FIVE o'clock when the
little matron reached her pretty home.
Her 6rst shock Was catching q glimpse
of Ernests maiden aunt, Miss
Cordelia Lowry, her especial aversion
and dread, seated upon the sofa.
'Old horror she muttered. 81
wish she was at home. want to
make it up with Ernest. l don't
like the dress half as much as / did
yesterday"
The second shock met her upon
opening the door of her bedroom.
Open boxes, closets. drawers, an air
Of general confusion everywhere,
and the small trunk Ernest always
took upon his short business trips
missing altogether. Clearly her hus-
band had packed up and gone.
leaving Aunt Cordelia, as usual, to
keep Myra company.
But where was he!
/ Upon the dressing table was a note
directed to herself, and Mrs. Mather
tore it open.
No loving address to herself
merely this:
Il have waited for your return as
long as possible, and write this to
explain my absence. I told YOU six
months ago of Mr.. Agnew's offer to
me, if I would accept the position of
travelling salesman to the house
double my present salary, and a
liberal commission. / declined il
then, because you said the money
would never compensate you for the
constant separation. To-day the offer
is renewed. After our conversation
this morning, 1 think your old OBJ
lection will hardly have any weight !;
90 have accepted. and leave in an
hour. I will write you every month,
inclosing remittanccs. / leave the
accompanying bank-note for the dress
YOU desired. have sent for Aunt
Cordelia, as usual, to stay with Won.
'ERNEsT MATHER."
Not loving word, not a regret for
the long separation.
Mvra realized then how considerable
and loving her husband had been.
Great tears rolled down her cheeks
as she bitterly reproached herself.
II have made him believe that ]
don't care for anything but money"
she thought.
1t was not an easy task to 60 to
dinner and meet Aunt Cordelia, but
it must be done.
The days passed very YEARLY.
Aunt Cordelia preached daily
to Myra about extravaganza.
and various other feminine weaknesses
to the poor little woman. who wished
she was rs homely and ill-clad "a the
tormentor herself.
And Myra grew to hate the words.
10 the long months of her enforced
companionship. For Ernest did not
return. Spring. summer, autumn