The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-01-23
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81 do think, John, you might leave
me have little more money"
Victoria Hale was sitting at the
breakfast table, pout on her pretty
lips, an OminOus wrinkle between her
brows. She looked very pretty, in her
morning dress of fluted white lawn,
with breakfast cap of Swiss muslin
and rose-colored ribbons that were Pc
culiarly becoming to her olive skin.
and large, velvety black eyes.
Her husband, slowly slipping his
coffee at the other side Of the table, was
quite as handsome and distinguished
looking in his way. John Hale was
chief bOOk-keeper and cashier in a large
firm on Wood street, and had scarcely
been married three months as yet. AL
ready, however, the bloom and charm
of welded life had been dissipated in
some degree. He had begun to discover
that his divinity was not all divine.
"More money, VictOria!" he re-
peated, with a scarcely perceptible
knitting of the brows. care you not
getting unreasonable? Do | not keep
you literally supplied with all that |
have to spare?"
But it's so mOrtifying to go shop
ping with Mrs. Hyde and Mrs. Bon
nington, and have to STAND by while
they are purchasing the sweetest things
at such bargains 70
Don't go shopping with them, then;
that's my advice"
"You would shut me up then, from
all amusements and society?"
Nonsense, Victoria You know
better than that. Here is your prettily
furnished house, your garden, your
little conservatory, to amuse you"
"I'm tired of them all ~ said the
pretty bride. cone cannot be con-
tented with the same thing forever"
"lfy you waEted perpetual change,
II continual whirl Of excitement, you
should have married a rich man."
"Don't be cross, John, said Victoria,
coaxingly. "Rut you know all our
neighbours about here are tolerably
well OFF, and / don't want to be left be-
hind. shall be mortified to death if |
can't have croquet party in July"
81 have no especial objection to
that" said her husband. "Isuppose it
need not necessarily be expensive?"
mot so very" said Victoria. "Of
course, we must have band, and the
tweets and ices from the confection-
er's."
"Wouldn't your piano, and a little
homemade cake and ice-cream, do?"
"What nonsense, John! Do you
suppose | could ask our stylish neigh
bors to such two-penny sort of af-
fair as that"
"They would know it was as good as
we could afford"
"And need lace parasol terribly.
And oh John, had forgotten about
Mrs. Lacy's cream-colored ponies"
81 hope, for goodness sake, she don't
want you to Juy them?"
"No, of course not, but she says |
may use them while she's at Scarbor-
ough. Isn't it kind of hcr?"
81 dare say it's very kind" said
John Hale, rueiully; "but do you
chance to know how much pair of
ponies cost in the keepingg to say moth
ing of the expense of the groom"
son, il you're going to stoop to such
petty considerations as that"
"Well, well, use them if you like. /
dare say we shall manage somehow"
"And the croquct partyY Only
thirty or forty couple--just to pay our
social debts. It's so shabby to be be-
hindhand in such things"
"If you will be as economical about
it as you can"
"And the parasol? And the summer
silk that is such n bargain at Peter
Robinson'sg"
eyes, yes, yes! Only remember
Vie, that there is "A limit to our funds"
Mrs. Hale was satisfied with this as.
sent so reluctantly screwed out of her
husband.
She gave the croquet party, and had
the satlfaction Of hearing on all sides
that 1t was the most elegantly gotten
up little affair Of the season in Hollo-
way Row. She whrled down 20 the
parks, and along the Bayswater Road,
with the cream-colored ponies. She
bought the lavender summer silk, with
Glove" of lace shawl to wear with
1t; paid Madame Fringe Furbelow four
gulneas TO make IL up, and had IL
ruined the first time she ever wore It.
She accepted an invitation to visit Var
mouth with party of gay friends, and