Connecticut western news., 1885-07-15

"Fanny, Fanny, it's past five, and cook hasn't come down stairs yet. Are you sure you spoke to her last night?"
 Mrs. Chickerly rubbed her eyes and looked sleepily around.
 "Ob, Frank, forgot all about speaking to her last night" she said with conscience-stricken face. But I'll run right up-she can have the breakfast ready in very few min utes."
 She sprang out of bed, thrust her feet into a pair of silk lined slippers, and threw shawl over her shoulders. MT. Chickerly bit his lip, and check ed her.
 "No need, Fanny. said he, little bitterly i; "I must leave the house in fifteen minutes, or miss the only through train. Itsof no use speaking to cook now."
 "Tm 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.
 T can mafe a cup of coffee myself over the furnsce ire," she exclaimed, springing to her feet.
 But Mir. Chickerly again interposed. "Sit down, Fanny, please. would rather you would sew this button on the neck Sfndy shirt. I have packed the others 3those that are fit to wear. I have shirts enough, but not one in repair"
 Fanny crimsoned as she remembered how often in the course of the last month or two, she had solemly prom ised herself to devote a day to the much needed renovation of her hus- bands shirts. She looked around for her thimble.
 "I left it down stairs last night. I'll get it in minute"
 The house-maid had just kindled a fire in the sitting room grate it was blazing and cracking cheerily among the fresh coals, 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 voic c calling her imperatively-
 Fanny, Fanny! what are you do. ing?"
 "Oh, iear," thought the wife, as she ran up stairs, "I 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 "in hurry
 The needle threaded, the thimblt fittef on, an appropriate button was next to be selected.
 ''Oh, dear, Frank, I haven't one thu right size!'
 Sew on what you have, then bu be quickP' a
 But Fannie was quite certain there was just the right button somewher' in her work-basket and stopped tc search for it.
 "There, I told you sop she cried tri- umphantly holding it up on the end of her needle.
 "Well, well. sew 1t on quickp' sait MT. Chickerly, glancing at his watch nervously.
 "That's just your worrying way Frank as if anybody could sew | button on we'll in hurry. There my needle had come unthreaded P
 "Oh, Fanny. Fanny" sighed he husband, fairly out of patience at last "why didn't you do 1t last night, as begged of you? shall miss the train and what little chance we had of place in Aunt Elizabeth's will, will b. sacrificed to your miserable habit o being always behindhand P
 Fanny gave him the shirt, and be gan to whimper little, but MT. Chick erly had neither the time nor the in clination to pause to soothe her petu lent manifestation of grief. H finished his dressing, caught up hi valise with hurriedly spoken good by" and ran down stairs two steps a time, into the street.
 "There he goes," murmured Fanny "and he's gone away cross with me and all for nothing but miserabl button!' wish there wasn't such thing as button in the world p
 GA wish which we much misdoubt many another wife than Mrs. Chick erly has echoed, with perhaps bette reason.)
 ; Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down t her little dinner, with a daintil Drowned chicken, tumbler of curran ] jelly, curly bunch of celery range before her, when, to her surprise. tn , door opened and in walked her lord an 7 husband.
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 ] "Why, Frank, where on earth di you come from?" cried the astonishe wife.
 ' From the office," very cooly ani swered Mr Chickerly.