The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-10-01
It's of no use speaking

81. ala not answer, he
was apparently absorbed in turning
over the various articles in his bureau
drawer. while Fannie sat shivering on
the edge of the bed, cogitating how
hard it was for her husband to start
on a long journey that bitter morning
without any breakfast.
Lean make a cup of coffee myself
over the furnace fire." she exclaimed,
springing to her feet.
But Mr.. Chickerly again interposed.
"sit down, Fanny, please. / would
rather you would sew this button on
the neck of my shirt. / have packed
the others-those that are fit TO wear.
l have shirts enough, but not one in
repair.
Fanny crimsoned as she remembered
how often in the course OF the last
month or two shehad soIemnly prom
ised herself to devote a day to the
much-needed renovation of her hlls.
bands shirts. She looked around for
her thimble.
II left it down stairs last night. TIL
get it in q minute"
The housemaid had just kindled a
lire in the sitting-room crate; it q
blazing and cracking cheerfully among
the fresh Goals, and Fanny could not
resist the temptation of pausing a
moment to warn 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?"
"Oh, dearl" thought the wife, as she
ran upstairs, III wish Frank wouldn't
be so cross. He's always il e hurry"
Little Mrs. Chickerfy never stopped
to think that the real reason was that
she, his wife, was never ''in O. hurry"
The needle threaded, the thimble
fitted on, an appropriate button was
next to be selected.
"Oh, dear, Frank, l haven't one the
right size!"
Sew or what you have, then; but
be quick"
But Fanny was quite certain there
was the right button somewhere in her
work-basket, and stopped to search
for it.
There, / told you sol" she cried,
triumphantly, holding it up on the
end of her needle.
well, well, sew it on quick" said
Mr.. Chickerly, glancing at his watch
nervously.
That's just your worrying way,
Frank; as if anybody could sew a but
ton on well in q hurry. There! my
mazda hac nnnna 1,~k1~acloa -
ooh, Fanny, Fanny" sighed her
husband, fairly out ofpatience at last,
''why didn't you do it last night, as /
begged of you? shall miss the train,
and what little chance we had of a
place in Aunt Elizabeth's will will be
sacrificed to your miserable habit Of
being behind hand"
Fanny gave him the shirt and began
to whimper a little, but Mr.. Chickerly
had neither the time nor the inclina-
ton to pause to soothe her petulant
manifestation of grief. He finished
his dressing, caught up his valise with
a hurriedly spoken "good-by." and
ran downstairs two steps at a time
into the street.
aThere he goes" murmured Fanny,
land he's gone away cross with me,
and all for nothing but. a miserable
buttonl wish there wasn't such q
thing as a button in the world"
CA wish which we must misdoubt,
many another wife than Mrs. CHECKER
ly has echoed, with perhaps better
reason.'9
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down to
her little dinner, with a daintily
Drowned chicken, atumbler of currant
jelly, q curly bunch of celery ranged
before her, when, to her surprise, the
door opened and in walked her lord
and husband.
"Why, Frank, where on earth did
you come from?" criedt the astonished
wife.
From the Office" very coolly an
swered Mr.. Chickerly.
"But / thought you were off for
Scenersville in such a hurry"
81 found myself just five minutes
too late for the train, after having
u all the way to the depot"
ooh, that was too bad"
"Chickerly smiled q little as he be-
q to carve the chicken"
eyes, ] was alittle annoyed at first;
it did seem rather provoking to be
kept ut home by only a shirt button"
"What are you going to dor"
"Why, / shall make q second start
tomorrow.
"I'll see to it that your breakfast Is
ready this time, to the second, and all
your wardrobe in TRIM" said Fanny,
rather relieved at the prospect Of re-
trieuing her character.
7lou need not. / have engaged Q
room at q hotel near the depot. j
can't u any more risks"
He did not speak unkindly, and yet
Fanny felt that he was deeply dis
pleased with her.
"But, Frank