The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-12-18

WI o~hp'Aeily' glanclnS at his watcf
nervously,
"That's just your worrying way
Frank; as if anybody could sew a but
ton on well in a hurry. There. My
needle has come %unthreaded."
80, Fanny, Fanny!' sighed her hus
band, fairly out of patience at last
"Why didn't you do it last night, as
begged OF you? l 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 Away:
behindhand."
Fanny gave HIM the shirt and began
to whimper a little, but Mr.. Chickerly
had neither the time nor the inclination
to pause to soothe her petulant mani
festation of grief. He finished his
dressing. caught up his valise with a
hurriedly spoken goodbye" and ran
down stairs, two steps at a time, into
the street.
"There he goes" murmured Fanny,
land he's gone away cross with me,
and all for nothing but a miserable but.
ton. l wish there wasn't such a thing
as a button in the world!'
"a wish which, we doubt not, many
another wife than Mrs. Chickerly has
echoed, with perhaps better reason.)
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down to
her title dinner, with q daintily-browned
chicken, a tumbler of currant jelly, a
curly bunch of celery ranged before
her, when to her surprise the door
opened and in walked her lord and hus-
band.
l"Why, Frank, where on earth did
you come from?' cried the astonished
wife.
''From the office" very coolly an
swered MIR. Chickerly.
"But l thought you were off for
Scenersville in a hurry?"
II found myself just five minutes too
late for the train, after having run all
the way to the depot"
30, that was too bad"
Chickerly smiled a little as he began
to carve the chicken.
"ies, l was Il little annoyed at first;
it did seem rather provoking to be
kept at home by only a shirt-button."
''What are you going to do?"
"Why, l shall make a second start
tomorrow"
IN 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 a
chance of retrieving her character.
"You need not. have engaged a
room at a hotel near the depot. can't
run any more risks"
He did not speak unkindly and yet
Fanny felt that he was deeply displeased
with her.
''But Frank"
1--WE will not discuss the matter any
further, my dear, if you please. have
resolved to say nothing more to you
about reforms. I see it is useless and
only tends to foster an unpleasant state
of feeling between US. Shall l help you
to some more macaroni?"
Fairly silenced, Fanny ate her dinner
with what appetite was left her. Three
days atterward Mr.. Chickerly once
more made his entrance, inst at dusk,
valise in hand, while Fanny sat enjoy
ing the ruddy light Of the esal fire and
the consciousness of having performed
her duty in the mending and general
renovation of her husbands drawerful
of shirts-a job which she lad long been
dreading and postponing.
"Well, how is Aunt Elizabethp' ques-
Toned Mrs. Chickerly waen her hus-
band, duly welcomed and greeted, had
seated himself in the opposite easy
chair.
Dead" was the brief reply.
"Dead! o, Frankp OF Ter old enemy,
spoplexy?"
yes"
''Was her will made?'s |
ut was. Apparently sic had expect
ID me on the day she herself appointed, l
md on my non-arrival ofthe only train '
hat stops she sent for tie village law /
,cr, made her will, and left all her
property to the orphan asylum in s
;c~enersville, with a few litter words to
he effect that the neglect Of her only v
wing nephew had induced her. on the f
of the moment, to altar hcr q
intention OF lcaring 1t to him. t.
Inc died the next morning b
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