Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-09-16
A SLIGHT MISTAKE.

looking as happyas any reasonable man might desire. His wife sat smiling at the head of the table, and his little daughter on one side; while, to crown the measure of his content, 8 slice of broiled salmon-his favorite breakfast dish-greeted his gratitied gaze.
 ''So the salmon's ill already is it?'' said Mir. Simpson, with a glance at the dish.
 ''Yes, indeed" responded Mrs. Simp- son, as she smilingly poured out the coffee; and then, with a pensive look, she continued: ''I was at Madame Rob- inette's yesterday, looking at the Spring bonnetsn-a slight shadow passed over Simpsons face-''the loveliest things that l ever beheld, and so cheapr'
 ''Ahr' said Simpson, absently.
 s'I tried on one," continued Mrs. S., "a most exquisite hat It made me look ten years younger
 You're young enough" said her husband, g little abruptly.
 And then l just stepped into Eos tcr's" resumed Mrs. Simpson. land really it was q treat to see the Spring dress goods. There was one brocaded silk which so exactly suited my taste and complexion that it really seemed to have been- made for me. 1 thought I would go over to-day and get it before it is snapped up by some one else. It is only seven and elevenpence yard. ."
 Simpson winced. He began to un- derstand the meaning of the broiled sal mon.
 My dear, couldn't you wait awhile? have just at this time a pressing use for every pound that 1 can command. Next week"
 But Mrs. Simpson had set down her coffee cup, and was drawing forth her pocket handkerchief.
 .I knew you'd refuser' she said hus- kily.
 But, Maggie, woman cannot al ways understand what pressing need her husband may sometimes have for money in his business affairs. If you will only wait-''
 And let that hateful Mrs. Murchie get the silk"
 Just here the door-bell rang, and Miss Simpson jumped down from her high chair and ran to answer it.
 "Its your letters and papers, papar' 1 she cried holding them up, ''and one of lem smells so nice, just like mamma's S pretty bottles on her dressing-tabler'
 Simpson looked at the missive in ques- ton. So did his wife. and she noticed that it was in a lady's handwriting, and directed to ''R. Simpson, Esq"
 She watched him as he glanced over the first few lines. Then he looked at the signature, smiled-a constrained and furtive smile-and folding the note, without finishing ii, glanced at his wife colored little, and slipped it under the papers beside his plate.
 ''Who is that perfumed envelope from?" epquired his wife.
 ''Why, sort of business note," ht answered, indifferently.
 ''From a lady?" said Mrs. Simpson suspiciously.
 ''Yes-from lady" he admitted, re mctantly.
 What business can a lady have with you?''
 "Only little private business matter will tell you in day or two. Why glancing up at the clock, and then con sulting his watch, tits later than thought by ten minutes. l must hurry
 And he did hurry; and in his hast, went up stairs for something he had for gotten, leaving the letters on the table
 Mrs. Simpson did not allow the op portunity to pass unimproved. She lis tened till she heard her husband foot steps on the top-stair, and then, draw ing forth the perfumed note, hurriedl' opened it, and read as follows
 ''Dear Robert, Where were you las evening" looked for you all the time but in vain. Romeo and Juliet wa lovely; Romeo reminded me of you Thanks for your lovely lilies. Do yo remember what you said to me on Tues day? We'll, l have thought it all over and have decided that it will be the best after all. Come this evening, early and we will make arrangements Tod dy gone away-nObody at home bu , L-and l. Yours only, K" MT. Simpson was heard coming dowr stairs; his wife hastily slipped the no; , under the letters and disappeared b another door. He put the papers in h } pocket and went away. : Then Mrs. Simpson went upstair. . Her face was rosy red, and her eye shone with an unnatural brilliancv g She peremptorly dismissed the maiC : and gave expression to her secret emc ? tions in brief and emphatic sentences. "So that's what it was which too
 him out on Tuesday evening! Went
 tllat ball, when he told me he was goin 10 his elnb. Oh, yes! and expected 1
 g.o to fbe theatre last night-only som lsipg 5TeEeHtsd, and he stayed at hom Looking fsss or him all the evenin: \ Nas slIe fne wretch Romeo an 2 s.i i|,le8ti A pretty Romeo, fort fft el eg .ing bald, and the fath, j fsthfly And he sends her lille 9gnet'E a'le much they cost9 That