Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-07-18

bright IRE. Mrs. Cbickerly gradually
grew drOwsy. and before she knew it
she had drlfted of into the shadowy
regions Of dream-land
She was reused BY the clock striking
eleven.
"Dear mel how late it Isl" she
thought with little start 4 must
60 up stairs Immediately. There. /
forgot to tell the cook about having
breakfast at live tomorrow morning.
and of course she's abed and asleep by
this time. Ill be up early enough to
see to it myself. that viii be just as
well"
Laying this salve on her conscience
Mrs. Chickerly turned off the gas. and
crept drowsily up the stairs.
Fanny. Fanny, it's past five. and
cook hasn't come down stairs yet.
Are you sure you spoke to her last
nightp"
Mrs Chickerly rubbed her eyes and
looked sleepily around.
"Ob. Frank. I forgot all about
speaking to her last nigh" she said
with conscience-stricken face. "But
III run right up-she can have the
breakfast ready in a very few min
utes."
She sprang out of bed. thrust her
feet into pair of silk lined slippers.
and threw shawl over her shoulders.
Mr. Chickerly bit his lip. and check
ed her.
mo need. Fanny. said he, little
bitterly 81 must leave the house in
fifteen minutes, or miss the only
through train. It's of no use speaking
to cook now"
SIN SO sorry. Frank"
Mr.. Chickerly did not answer; he
was apparently absorbed in turning
over the various articles in his bureau
drawer. while Fannie sat shivering
oh the edge of the bed, cogitating how
hard it was for her husband to start
on long journey that bitter morning,
without any breakfast. o
81 can make cup of coffee myself
over the furnace Ore" she exclaimed,
springing to her feet.
But Mr.. Chickerly again interposed.
''Sit down, Fanny. please I would
rather you would sew this button on
the neck of my shirt / have packed
the others-those that are fit to wear.
have shirts enough, but not one in
repair"
Fanny crimsoned as she remembered
how often in the course of the last
month or wo, she had solemly prom
ised herself to devote day to the
much needed renovation of her hus-
bands shirts. She looked around for
her thimble.
Il left it down stairs last night
I'll get it in a minute"
The house-maid had just kindled
fire in the sitting room CRATE it was
blazing and cracking cheerily among
the fresh Goals, and Fanny could not
resist the temptation of pausing a mo-
ment to warm her chilled fingers. and
watch the greenish purple spires of
flame shoot merrily up the chimney,
until she heard her husbands voice
calling her imperatively.-
Fanny, Fanny what are you do
ing?"
ooh, dear, thought the wife, as she
ran up stairs. II wish Frank wouldn't
be so cross. He's always In a hurry"
Little Mrs. Chickerly never stopped
to think that the real reason was that
she. his wife. was never Gin a hurry"
The needle threaded. the thimble
fitted on. an appropriate button was
next to be selected
ooh. dear, Frank. haven't one the
right sizer'
"Sew on what you have. then but
be quickr
But Fannie was quite certain there
was just the right button somewhere
in her work-basket and stopped to
search for it.
"There. | told you SOP she cried tri-
umphantly holding it up on the end
of her needle.
"Well.. well. sew It on quickP' said
Mr.. ChickerIy, glancing at his watch
nervously.
That's just your worrying way,
Frank as If anybody could sew .
button on well in a hurry. There |
nv needle had come unthreaded p