The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-05-07
! country house, sighed SHE.

with burglars and mildew and spiders
thrown in, eh2 Nonsense, my dear, non
sense The city is the place to live in.'
And we can have papa and mamma to
live with us, can't we3'
'W-well, don't know exactly about
that, said Milford, thoughtfully stroking
his moustache; I'll buy 'em snug little
place, Ayou say 80, my love; but 1 never
did believe in fathers and mothers IN. law
living with their children. Every no lse-
hold is complete IN itself. That's my
notion
oh, Merton, how can you talk sol cried
Lucy in panied voice.
Oh, well, Lucy, there's no use in sen-
timentallzng on these points, retorted her
husband. little brusquely.
Il don't care to be rich if can't enjoy
the pleasure of my money, said Mrs. Mil
ford, pouting.
so you may enjoy them if you only will
be reasonable about it,
'And I've always thought 80 much of
having mamma with me-
Better leave OFF thinking of 1t then, said
Milford, lighting cigar ana leaning back
in chair, the better to enjoy it,
i suppose can have as many servants
rs please, now2' hazardcd Mrs. Milford,
wisely steering the conversational barquc
away from the shoals Of dispute.
Twenty, if you like, my dear, replied
Merton.
And housekeeper, like Mrs. Miller's2'
Not housckeeper,' said Dir. Milford,
shaking his head. mo fine ladies for me,
disguised as dependents. AS many SER
wants as you like, no one to domnecr over
them-a proxy for yourself
q will have hQusekceper,' said Lucy,
excitedly.
No, you will not, my dear-not in my
house,
And can we have u cottage at Brlgh-
ton2'
why do you say Brighton2' graveIy
questioned Merton. To my MUD, Puss.
Brighton is nothing more than q hot-bed
of folly and hippery. At Hastings now2'
Il don't care for Hastings said Lucy,
moodlly: the air never did agree with
me- Lucy burst into tears.
Dir. Milford got up and strobe out of the
room.
Merton, Mcrton!' cried the wife, where
are you going9'
TO the billiard room at the corner, said
Milford, hotly. i can find friends enough
there, l dare say, to give to me the sym.
pathy my wife seems inclined to with
hold
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 destined to bring
them only mead of misery instead of the
expected rush Of happiness ? Next came
a feeling of bitterness and resentment. She
would show Merton that she was not to be
treated like child. He came home, but
Mrs. Milford feigned to be asleep. She
did not come down to breakfast next
morning, making an excuse of slight
headache, the effect of last nights tears,
and Milford ate and drank alone.
'Humph!' commented he, swallowing his
coffee in succession of dyspeptic- eding
gulps. GA pretty sort of life this
For three days Lucy cried and Merton
sulked. At the end Of that time he came
home with curious expression on his face.
'Puss,' said he.
Lucy looked up. her pensive face bright
ening at the old, caressing pet-name.
1--we just had a second. telegram-Uucle
Jesse is dead.'
Poor old man., said Lucy soberly. DO
you know, Merton, J. 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 man rallied at
last, and made new will in favor of tho
Refuge for Old Men,