The Hope pioneer., 1886-10-01

"Well, l did intend to-" pouted Mrs.
. Chickerly, "but one can't think OF
verything."
You cannot it seems"
1T appears to ME you are makinga
mountain out OF a mole hill," said
she rather tartly."
1T may effect my business very se-
riously. Carter's house carries great
influence with it,"
Mrs. Chickerly was silent, patting
the velvet carpet with her foot in a
manner that indicted annoyance.
II shall have to leave very early to-
morrow morning." said her husband,
presently.
To 60 to Scenersville about Aunt
Elizabeth's will"
"Yes."
"Oh, I wouldn't, Frank"
'Why not?"
"It's such bitter cold weather to
travel in; and Aunt Elizabeth is such
whimsical old woman, it's as likely
as not she'll change her mind about
making a will when you get there. l
would wait little, if were YOU"
Mr.. Chickerly smiled.
"That would be your system of do
ing things, but not mine."
"My system, Frank! What do you
mean?"
"I mean that you believe in putting
things off indefinitely, and not always
in the wises5 manner. I wish you
break yourself OF that habit. Believe
me, it will some day bring you to
grief"
Mrs. Chickerly contracted her eye
brows.
ri don't believe in being lectured,
Frank"
"And I don't very often lecture you,
my dear: pray give me credit for that. !"
"You didn't think you were marry
ing an angel when you took me, I
hope?"
"No, mylove. Thought I was mar
rying a very pretty little girl, whose
few faults might beeasily corrected"
"Faults! Have any great faults,
Frank?,
"Little faults may sometimes en-
sIail great consequences
eff you scold any more shall 60
out of the room."
"You need not, for am going my
self to pack my valise. By the way,
there's button off the shirt 1 want
to wear tomorrow. 1 wish you
would come upstairs and sew it on
for me-"
"I will, presently"
t'Why can't you come now9"
II just want to finish this book;
there's only one more chapter"
Fanny opened her volume so reso-
lutely that her husband thought it
best not to contest the question.
Sitting all alone in front of the
bright fire, Mrs. Chickerly gradually
grew drowsy, and before she knew it
she had drifted off into the shadowy
regions of dreamland.
She was reused by the clock striking
IL.
"Dear me! How late it isl" she
thought, with O little start. II must
go upstairs Immediately. There, I
forgot to tell the cook about having
breakfast at S o'clock tomorrow
morning, and, of course, she's abed
and asleep by this time. will he up
early enough to see to it myself That
will do 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 5 and
cook hasn't come downstairs yet.
Are you sure you spoke to her last
nlght?"
"Mrs. Chickerly rubbed her eyes and
looked seepily around.
"Oh, Frank, I forgot all about
speaking to her last night" she said,
with conscience-stricken lace. "But
I'll run right up; she can have break
fast ready in a very few minutes"
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.
"No need, Fanny" he said q little
bitterly. Il must leave the house in
fifteen minutes or miss the only
through train: It's of mouse speaking
to cook now"
"I'm 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 on
the edge of the bed, cogitating how
hard it was for her husband to start
on q long journey that bitter morning
without any breakfast.
can make a cup of coffee myself
over the furnace fire." she exclaimed,
springing to her feet.
But Mr.. Chickerly again interposed.
"6it down, Fanny, please. l Iwould
rather you would sew this button on
the neck of my shirt. I have packed
the others-those that are fit to wear.
Ihave shirts enough, but not one in
repair.
Fanny crimsoned as aforementioned
how often in the course of the last
month or two she had solemnly prom
ised. herself to devote a day to the
x,n,,ob ,oadod ranpuatiop of her, hIls.