The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1885-11-10


Fanny I looked wistfully in his face
for an answer to my mental question
for question it would become in spite
of my firm determination to ignore II
as such.
Once more during Aunt Fanny's
stay did she attempt to renew the con.
%versation interrupted by Elias en-.
trance. But I only said: "If you
please, auntie, ] would rather not say
anything more about that"
And she who thought she was only
striving for my interest, replied, coldly
pardon me May, l shall not offend
again"
Offend you, who have been father,
mother and auntie all in one?" and ]
kissed her as I had ever done since she
drew me away from her only brothers
coffin, hiding her own grief to assuage
mine.
DO You remember. auntie, dear,
when I used to have sulks and you
would take me out Notwithstanding
sunshine, you called itY' 1 often
think Of it when things go wrong, as
they must occasionally, and wish you
with me to go hunting sunshine"
Eyes, I remember. You were a
great comfort to me, and 1 am afraid
have never quite forgotten the man
who coaxed my brothers only child
away from the lonely old maid"
"And the best friend a award
girl ever had" 1 replied.
But somehow, after Aunt Fanny s
visit my thoughts and feelings were
not the same. Had 1 been unwise, as
she said. in giving up everything to
my husband? And had he been too
eager to accept it? l was fearful it
was even 30. He should have made
me understand that I had reserved
rights and not taken my property to
control unadvisedly. especially to invest
in a business subject to all the Aunct-
uations of the market. And now be
never spoke of it only as his own, and
I had helped him to it all, and he had
forgotten it.
In my morbid state Of feeling
found so many bitter things Of which
to complain to myself. We had been
married four years and during that
time many improvements had been
made in the house and around it, in
curing an expense of some thousands
of dollars. My slightest wish in re-
gard to a convenience or modern
change was satisfied almost as soon as
expressed. And it was. as l said to
my aunt: "a beautiful home"
But what If it was? It was with my
money it had been embellished and
made more valuable, and he could
easily afford to be lavish in expendi.
ture.
my money used to beautify his
home" l said, bitterly, glancing at my
handsome surroundings.
When mine and thine are having a
a battle. love and tenderness flee from
the contest. And at times 7 was
frightened at the hard, bitter thought
was hiding from my husband, or
,fancied I was hiding from him.
What is it MayP" he once said
with a look Of wistful tenderness.
Are you quite well?"
Never BETTER" 1 replied. lightly.
too thoroughly ashamed Of the imp
was harboring to give it a name.
1t was just a month since Aunt
Fanny left us-a wretched month TO
me-when one evening my husband
came in and gave me a folded paper.
Look, dear. and see if it is all right |
1t was a certificate of deposit in th .
bank for just the amount of the bonds
l had given him four years ago.
If you prefer the bonds / can OBJ
tain them for you, but the interest Is
very low now. and that reminds me-.
you will have to trust me awhile for
your accumulated interest This is
all l have saved from my business. but
you are to have the interest, every
penny"
But whatever am I to do with it,
asked, in amazed bewilderment.
why. keep a ch%eck-book and spend
your own money as you please he
replied laughing heartily. "And now