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

Who were theyP They were Mr.. and
Mrs. Thwaite, and had been so for few
weeks only. They became Huff and
Tiff when they were married,
Although they were well-to-do citizens
of great New Lancaster, they had not
been married grandly in church, because
they were so young; and if the truth
must out, it had been runaway match,
No one could understand why they had
run away, as the opposition to their mar
riage had been more of a postponing
character than anything else; but Mr..
Thwaite had suggested that the former
Miss Featherlv had too little money for
his sons intended wife. There had
been stormy scene, in which the two
vessels, old and young gentlemen, had
come into collision, amid claps of thun-
der. Is it necessary to say more? No;
surely all persons of twenty will see
why young Thwaite married precipi-
lately, and flew with his charming wife
into lodgings.
Huff, dear, I'm all ready" said his
wife, entering the room.
She was dressed for walking, it being
near dinner-time, and she wore her
bending spring hat and her clinging buff
gown. Her teeth glinted, her eyes
darkened, as she looked down at her
husband, who had been reading a novel
of Victor Hugo
Thwaite glanced up, stretched, sprang
to his feet, and hustled about, getting
his hat, gloves, cane. Then he clapped
his side scientifically.
aEYo,1 boVa ynII1, YoI1rSa 9i'
eyes" says he. "You have your
parasol?n
eyes" says she.
They went and had their dinner.
Thwaite had been silent all the way
home from the hotel restaurant. When
they got back to their pretty parlor, he
sank into a chair, and stared before him
fixedly.
"Wh"t's. the matter?r',' asked Tiff
catching sight OF something unaccHs-
toned about him.
40, nothing, Tiff Don't trouble
yourself about it. Only" his lips re-
manned open, but no words followed.
dearest, have you fallen i'll ?''
"No partly, though. I've fallen into
i'll luck. / thought l had some money
in an inner compartment of my purse,
and-it is not there -
you've spent it ?''
Certainly not! That is, l suppose 1
must have.n
"And what have you in the outside
compartments of your purse?" asked
Tiff, lazily tanning herself and putting
her two dainty feet on the hassock
The only answer Thwaite seemed
likely to make was to begin feeling of all
his pockets.
"Hey?" said Tiff,
"Why, none there now" answered
Thwaite, shortly, as if of course he
hadn't
Good Gracious" said Tiff. swapping
her bracelet, chow unusual isn't it?''
"Why, yes, that's what troubles me;
l never was out of cash in all my life
before this"
aren't there such things as checks?n
asked Mrs. Thwaite, turning her eyes
upon him lovingly.
Thwaite laughed.
al should think so! But then haven
any about me-"
''There are so many banks. Where
do you cash your checks?'
"When | have them,n said Thwaite,
going to the mantel-piece to light cigar
Il cash EN- at the first bank | come to. :"
perhaps if you go to bank they'll
give you check to cash." said she.
mo, hardly"
'Aren' t there such things as accounts
at banks?"
Heavens, Tiff, why not?''
swell, then, goto the bank where you
have one"
Her husband took his cigar from his
hips, growing pale.
"What the deuce am to do? have
no balance"
Mrs. Thwaite shook out a wave of her
dress with gentle wave of the hand.
Her husband was again staring fixedly
into the desert of his dilemma. She rose,
and going to him, laid that graceful
hand of hers upon his shoulder.
''What difference can it makeP" said
she,-"about money, | mean. Some
thing will happen. Perhaps you have
money in your trunk. 1t is quite funny
to think of two people who care about
each other as we do, talking so much
about such vulgar thing"
"Ehat's all very line," Thwaite muir
INJURED; "but what are we to do for
breakfast?''
Observation-Disclosures?
Eyes; and we shall break on it, &C.
cording to present indications"
"Pshaw! I'm sure | can do without
just for once" Tiff assured him, almost
laughing.
He meditated, convinced that he coulC
not get along without it, even for once
and although he had just heavily dined
he began to feel symptoms of hunger
The Imagination is everything.
Thwate was stunned; but before
morning he had realized that he mus
find work. What did work mean tC
him? A fine walk, at worst gloves