The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-10-06

claimed her husband. with gistening
eyes,
"Only-very-dizzy, . whispered Tiff,
family, winking rapidly, and painting IN
the greatest trouble. ..Where am II
What have we been doingY' 81 :,
80, my dear, 1 have been up ana
down the city all day, finally securing a
| capital connection with fathers rival m
surance company, but, bv the beard OF
Moses! L have had nothing but a glass OF
wine and biscuit since ssst evening.
As soon as l was fairly launched in busi-
ness this afternoon, / realized that OF
course could not expect toreceive any
cash the first day, and | BECAME almost
wild with anxiety. Yet it was impera-
tive to smile. Do you not know that 1t
is imperative in business to smile?P
81 don't care if it isl' retorted I'm,
with some show of life. "And you
should care more that L an very, very
Ill. 1 have read Hugo until l am as
hungry as a giantess.
but, Tiff, l have one rciound hope
in this terrible dilemma u which 1t
now seems as if we should literally starye
unless my hope proves weIgrounded.
Have not you any money?''
Mrs. Thwaite threw her head back
daintily, shrugged her. sbulders in
mockery, her pale lips smiling, her las-
trous eyes CHANGING scornf6ly over her
husbands head.
''Do not keep me waiting for an an
swer," he cried, kneeling bsOre her.
why, certainly have Money an
swered she. How could have PIN
money else? Huff, you are Egond your
depth, l think
s.Bravol we are savedrfeXclaimed
Thwaite, springing up an9valtzing a
4 few steps with his caneMGhen stop
ping, he asked: ..How - ~ not to
mention it at once last Nsyfh9? Give
me your purse without deay. dearest
Tiff, and let us start at oace for our
pretty little table at the restaurant.
Tiff walked over to the encouraging
figure in the middle of the room, her
hands behind her sloping waist.
.'Huff Thwaite, she demanded. lido
YOU mean to say YOU would use my pin
money to support us?'
- saw we're in adeuced fix, and any
money would be rather acceptable
Haven't you pins enough? Or are you
in n condition to starye another twenty
four hours9''
HUFF Twaite, never could have be-
| lieved IT.
=" IVhati'
THAT you could not take care of me- ~
\ She began to cry, and spent all the tears
she had longed to shed during the dav.
but would not shed them because HUFF
was taking care of her.
He was wretchedly hungry. His pulse
was awfully high, or low, he did not
know which; and as for his wife, she
might die before morning forw OF an
oyster patty Upon the top of these
dire facts lay the purse in her pocket or
upper drawer He was deeply angered.
Something whirled round in his heart.
and he bit his lips before he knew that
1 he was inclined to- He sat down in a
bowed position, his thumbs IN his peck
cts. He heard the light paitering of a
spring shower in the gathering darkness,
and he also heard his wife feeling about
in the next room, turning a key, and com
| ing back TO where ne sulked She said
"Herer' dramatically. He looked up,
and saw pretty purse before his nose
The next instant Tiff Thwaite was look
ing at her husband in blank dismav.
Huff had risen with bitter and graceful
elegance, and the purse had skinned
through pane of the window with a
tinkling crash.
Tiff turned to the sofa and threw her
self down at full length. gloriously
wretched
Huff vanished. He went out into the
drilling rain to hunt for the purse. He
struck matches that sizzled, and was
several times on the point of being run
over by vehicles, and their is scarcely
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further augmented by the use of words
after which the faithful historian
draws an exclamation mark and
supplies by blank. All in a
moment, however, he thought he
had stepped on a mouse, and then he
knew he had come upon theplush wallet.
In the hall he opened it h&tilv, expect
ing to find perhaps fewgold pieces;
but his luck was far betterthan he had
expected. What could TIT have been
thinking of, to forget about it or with
hold it, dear little goosel How could
her charming ghost have psotited by her
pin-money, slpposing thsy had both
starved?
In couple of hours more Tiff 5 head
ache had gone offlike the mist, and they
both looked even gayer than before the
terrible ordeal of that day had set in.
At nine o'clock there came a knock AT
the door. The servant stepped over to
Mrs. Thwaite. and said something in a
low voice. Mrs. Thwaite replied in the
same manner. Who could have sup
posed that there would be a serious sequel
to such slight occurrence When the
servant had withdrawn. saws Tiff:
please, Huff, hand me five dollars.''
Certainly, Tiff. But, ON second
thoughts, remember how careful we
must be for a month.
Il wish you would reflect that the
laundress must be paid
so, we can I spend moneyin so lavish
a way as that at present. She must
wait
WELL" says the blooming wife, I'M
concerned one way or the other: IN 90
and send her of. .
She left the room. and did not return
for five minutes. Then, dter sitting
down again. and reading a few pages Of
Mrs. Browning, she looked up with a
smile as if at some joke, which was in
applicable under the circumstances; Il
had to give her the clothes, said she.
did you? l thought you always
did"
Il mean, of course, the laundried
ones she had brought
.Weren't they just right?n
Huff, you are getting os;use. She
took them IN paynle1n."
'.Mercyr'
Il can make my things s-5nst about
a month that way
''But how am to mana : with only
twenty-four shirts, and at least seven
thrown to the dogs week p
That does seem a problem, unused
Tiff, laying down Mrs. Browning poems
temporarily on her knee. Couldn't
you buy a flannel shirt. and wear it ever
SO longpn
Couldn't you get batbing-dress9
demanded HUFF. with whitening sarcasm.
( "O!' gasped Tff. how fearful you
Arrays arer'
Suppose the quarrel over, and for
day or two intense peace. Then came
an episode.