The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-10-01
ONLY A BUTTON.

window full of blossoming plants. a
bright fire glowing behind a FURNISHED
crate, a carpet whose soft, velvety pile
was shaded in blue and wood colors,
to correspond with the damask-cov.
cred furniture, and a little gilded clock,
which had just struck 8 at night-all
these things met Mrs. C~hickerly's eye
as she laiddownh her book and yawned
as widely as her ripe cherry Of mouth
would admit.
She was a plump, fair-faced young
matron of some four or Eve and
twenty with bright auburn hair, soft
blue eyes, and a complexion whose
roses stood in need of no artificial
rouge to heighten their charms, while
her dress of soft crimson merino was
exquisitely adapted to her semi-blonde
style.
Fanny" said Mr.. Chickerly, look
ing up from his newspaper, "did you
call on those Carriers today"
NO, I never thought of it."
"And they leave town tomorrow
morning; and Carter is absurdly SEN
sitive to all sights, fancied or real.
Fanny, l desired you to make a point
OF calling"
"Well, l didintend to-" pouted Mrs.
Chickerly, "but one can't think OF
everything"
"You cannot it seems"
at appears to me you are makinga
mountain out of a mole hill" said
she rather tartly."
at may effect my business very Sc.
riously. Carriers house carries great
influence with it."
Mrs. Chickerly was silent, patting
the velvet carpet with her loot in a
manner that indicted annoyance.
81 shall have to leave very early to-
morrow morning" said her husband,
presently.
ITO 60 to Scenersville about Aunt
Elizabeth's will"
eyes"
ooh, / wouldn't, Frank"
"Why not?"
'It's such bitter cold Weather to
travel in; and Aunt Elizabeth is such
a whimsical old woman, it's as likely
as not she'll change her mind about
making q will when you get there. /
would wait a 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?"
~ mean that you believe in putting
things off indefinitely, and not always
in the wisest 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.
~ 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, /
hopes"
mo, mylove. Thought I was mar
rying a very pretty little girl, whose
few faults might be easily corrected"
Faults! Have / any great faults,
Frank"
Little faults may sometimes en-
tail great consequences"
"f you scold any more ] shall 90
out OF the ROOM"
"You need not, for I am going my
self to pack my valise. BY the way,
there's a button off the shirt / want
to wear tomorrow. / wish you
would come upstairs and sew it on
for mes
II will, presently"
Why can't you come now?"
Il just want to finish this book;
there's only n 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 of into the shadowy
regions OF dreamland.
She was reused by the clock striking
IL.
Dear me! How late it isl" she
thought, with q little start. II must
20 upstairs Immediately. There. !
forgot to tell the cook about having
breakfast at 5 o'clock tomorrow
morning, and, of course, she's abed
and asleep by this time. ] will be up
early enough to see to it myself. That
will do just as we'll"
Laying this salve on her conscience,
MIS-. Chickerly turned of the gas and
'crept drowsily up the stairs.