The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-10-07

| day. She popped her head out OF the
window and shifted the air.
'How perfectly sweet it is this morn
ingr' said she. Il mean to wear my
gray linen"
"Where are you going?" asked HUFF
She turned slowly and gazed at him.
80, yes, do remember now. No break
| f&str'
1T is too. too cruel, my love-" says
he, leaning against anything he could
find, in despair. "But | shall go to
! place or two of business l know of and
get something profitable to do at once.
Upon my word | will soon be back, fully
equipped for hearty lunch. As you
say, nothing serious can befall two
happy young beings like you and me. "
OF he went into the sunshine and Tiff
sat down demurely, curious to find out
what would happen next.
She had to wait till evening for that
''next thing" unless a series of strange
phases offeeling could be counted as in
teresting 1t was then that Huff Thwaite
burst into the room, his face cleaning
Whitley in the dim light.
Tiff! oh, Tiffn'
She did not answer, but in a moment
slowly raised herself from the sofa, her
hand to the forehead.
my child, are you famished?" eX-
claimed her husband, with gistening
eyes.
"Only-very-dizzy," whispered Tiff,
family, winking rapidly, and painting in
the greatest trouble. "Where am l?
What have we been doing?'
90, my dear, l have beea up and
down the city all day, finally securing
capital connection with fathers rival in
surance company, but, by the beard of
Moses! | have had nothing but d glass of
wine and a biscuit since last evening.
As soon as | was fairly launched in bust
ness this afternoon, | realized that of
course | could not expect to receive any
cash the first day, and | became almost
wild with anxiety. Yet it was impera-
tive to smile. Do you not know that it
is imperative in business to smile?"
Il don't care if it isn' retorted Tiff,
with some show of life. And gov
should care more that | am very, very
i'll. 1 have read Hugo until | am as
hungry as a giantess
But, Tiff, [ have one profound hope
in this terrible dilemma, in which it
now seems as if we should literally starve
unless my hope proves well grounded.
Have not you any money?'
| Mrs. Thwaite threw her head back
daintily, shrugged her shoulders in
moclery, her pale lips smiling, her lus
trous eyes glancing scornfully over her
| husbands head.
| GIOo NOT l-aa,O ma Fo,. ~, ~,
swer," he cried kneeling before her.
"Why, certainly have money" an
swered She Glow could | have PIN
money else? Huff, you are beyond your
depth, think"
bravo! we are savedr' exclaimed
Thwaite, springing up and Waiting a
few steps with his cane. Then stop
ping, he asked: How game you not to
mention it at once last evening? Give
me your purse without delay, dearest
Tiff, and let us start at once for our
pretty little table at the restaurant"
Tiff walked over to the encouraging
figure in the middle of the room, her
hands hahind hor slipping waist.
"Huff Thwaite," she demanded, edo
you mean to say you would use my pin
money to support u.s."
d" say we're in adeuced fix, and any
money would be rather acceptable.
Haven't you pins enough? Or are you
in condition to Starve another twenty
| four hours?'
HUFF Twaite, l never could have be-
lieved It,"
| =" Wh0tn'
THAT you could not take care of me-"
She began to cry, and spent all the tears
she had longed to shed during the day,
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 for want 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
he was inclined to. He sat down in a
bowed position, his thumbs in his pock-
cts. He heard the light pattering 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 he 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 there is scarcely
any doubt that his misfortunes were
further augmented by the use of words
after which the faithful historian
draws an exclamation mark and
supplies by blank. All in q
moment, however, he thought he
had stepped on a mouse, and then he
knew he had come upon the plush wallet.
In the hall he opened it hastily, expect
ing to find perhaps a few gold pieces
but his luck was far better than he had
expected. What could Tiff have been
thinking of, to forget about it or with.
hold it, dear little goose How could
her charming ghost have profited by hel
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