Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1883-12-27
Murdered.

Victoria Hale was sitting at the
breakfast table. pout upon her cher.
ry lips. an omnious wrinkle between
her brows. She looked very pretty in
her morning dress of fluted white
lawn, with a breakfast cap of Swiss
muslin. and rose-colored ribbons that
we're peculiarly becoming to her clear
olive skin and large, velvety black
eyes.
Her husband, slowly slipping his
coffee at the other side of the table,
was quite as handsome and dis
tinguished looking IN bis way. Je-
rome Hale was the book-keeper and
cashier in large downtown firm, and
had scarcely been married three
months as yet. Already, however,
the bloom and charm of welded life
had been dissipated in some degree.
He had begun to discover that his di-
vinity was not at all divinel
"More money, Victoria!" be repeat
ed, with scarcely perceptlble knit
ting of the brows. "Are you not get
ing unreasonable Do l not keep you
literally Supplied with all that | have
to spare!"
'.But it's so Notifying to go shop
ping with Mrs. Hyde-Secor and Mrs.
bennington, and have to stand by
while they are purchasing the sweetest
things at such bargains!'
Don't gosshopping with them, then,
that's my advice. "
"You would shut me up, then, from
all amusement and society,"
Nonsense, Victoria. You know
better than that Here are your pret
tily furnished home, your garden, your
little conservatory, to amuse you"
"I'm tired of them ALL" said tho
pretty bride. "One cannot be con-
tented with the same thing forever"
"If you wanted perpetual change,
q continued whirl OF excitement, you
should have married millionaire.
Don't be cross, Jerome" said Vic
toria, coaxingly. "But you know all
the nighbors along the river.shore
are rich, and ! don't want to be left
behind. | shall be mortified to death
if / can't have croquet breakfast in
August
81 have no especial objection TO
that said her husband. 81 suppose
it need not necessarily be expensive"
mot so very" said Victoria, ''Of
course, we must have a band of music,
and the salads and ices from Frasca-
tells, in New York.
"Wouldn't your piano and o little
homemade cake and cream do?"
''What nonsense, Jerome! Do you
suppose l could ask our stylish neigh
bors to such -half-penny
sort of affair as that?"
"They would think it was as good
rs we could afford"
"And | need lace parasol terribly.
And oh, Jesome had forgotten about
Mrs. Lacy's cream -colored ponies"
II hope, for goodness sake, she
don't want you to buy them?'
mo, of course not. But she says |
may use them while she's at Long
Branch. Isn't it kind of her?'
II dare say it's very kind said Je-
rome Hale, ruefully; "but do you
chance to know how much a rair of
ponies costs in the keeping? To say
nothing of the board of the man who
drives them, and--"
80, if you are gong to stoop to
such pretty consideration as that"
"Well, we'll, use them if you like. 1
dare say we shall manage somehow" "
"And the croquet breakfast? Only
thirty or forty people--.iust to pay off
our social debts. It's so shabby to be
behind and in such things"
"1f you'll be as economical as you
can about it"
"And the parasoi? And the sum-
mer silk that is such a bargain at
-'s?"
"Yes,, yes. yes. Only remember,
Wick. that there is limit in our
funds"
Mrs. Hale was satisfied with the
grudging assent so relunctantly
screwed out Of her husband.
She gave the croquet party, and had
the satisfaction of hearing on all sides
that it was the most elegantly cotton
up little affair of the season. She
whirled down to the park, and along
the Bloomingdale road with the cream
colored ponies. She bought the laven-
der summer silk, with a "love" of a
lace shawl to wear with it; paid Mad
ame Fringe Furbelow $50 to make it,
and had it ruined by aelass Of lemon
ade the first time she wore it. She &C.
cepted an invitation to visit Saratoga
and Lake George with party of gay
young friends and cried all night be-
fore she could not induce her husband
to consent.
"Vick, you don't understand" said
Jerome, with careworn look on hi.
brow. ave must study economy OF
we shall 60 to ruin!'
Economy" sharply retorted Vic
toria. II am sick Of the very word.
Her husband turned silently away
it was hard, just when he had mos
need of sympathy, counsel and advice
thvc to ha ranulsodi