The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1888-07-12
HUFF AND TIFF.
Picture of Married Life That You May Possibly
Recognize.

pA1 11lND IL
Picture Of Married Life That You May Possibly
Recognize.
Harper's Weekly.
Who were they? They were Mr.. and Mrs
Thwaite, and they had been SO for few
they married.
Although they were well-to-do citizens o1
New Lancaster they had not been married
grandly in church, because they were SO
young; and if the truth must come out, it
had been q runaway match. No one could
understand why they had runaway, as the
opposition to their marriage had been more
of a postponing character than any thing else;
but Mr.. Thwaite had suggested that the
former Miss Featherly had too little money
for his sons intended wife. There had been
q stormy scene, in which the two vessels. old
and young gentleman, had come into coils
ion, amid claps OF thunder. Is it necessary
to say more? No; surely all persons of twen-
ty will see why young Thwaite married pre-
cipitateiy and few with his charming wife in
to lodgings.
Huff; dear, I'm all ready" said his wife
entering the room.
Ole WIS uTSSSeO lOT Wdlkl1S, III Dclllss near
dinner time, and she wore her bending spring
hat and clinging buffgow Her teeth glinted,
her eyes darkened as she looked down at her
husband who had been reading a novel OF
Victor Hugo. ~
Thwaite glanced up, stretched, sprang to
his feet, and busted about getting his hat,
gloves and cane. Then he clapped his hands
scientifically.
''You have your purse?"
"Yes." says he. ''You have your parasol?''
eyes" says she.
They went and had their dinner
Thwaite had been silent all the way home
from the hotel restaurant. When they got
back to their pretty parlor he sank into a
chair and stared before him fxedly,
whats the matter?" asked Tiff, catching
sight OF something unaccustomed about
him.
"Oh, nothing, Tiff, Don't trouble your
self about it. Only" his lips remained
open, but no words followed.
Dearest, have you fallen ill?"
"No-partly, though. I've fallen into i'll
luck, l thought had some money in an in
ner compartment ofmy purse and-it is not
there!'
s you've spent it,"
Certainly notl That is, I suppose must
have"
'And what have you in the outside COM
partments of your purse?" asked Tiff, laZily
tanning herself and putting her two dainty
feet on the hassock.
The only answer Thwaite seemed likely to
make was to begin feeling of all his pockets.
'Hey?' said Tiff.
"Why, none there now" answered Thwaite,
shortly, as, OF course, he hadn't.
Good gracious!' said Tiff swapping her
bracelet, chow unusual, isn't it?'
"Why, yes, that's what troubles me; new
er was out of cash in all my life before this. :"
''Aren't there such things as checks?" asked
Mrs. Thwaite, turning her eyes upon him low
ingly.
Thwaite laughed
II should think sol But then I haven't
any about me-"
''There are SO many banks. Where do you
cash your checks?'
"When have them," said Thwaite, going
to the mantlepiece to light cigar, 81 cash
em at the first bank | come to"
Perhaps if you go to the bank they'll give
'No, hardly"
"Aren't there such things as accounts at
banks?'
Heavens, Tiff, why not?"
"Well, then, go to the bank where you have
one."
Her husband took his cigar from his lips,
growing pale.
ssWhat the deuce am to do? have no
balance"
Mrs Thwaite shook out fold in her dress
with gentle wave of the hand. Her hus-
band was again staring fxedly into the des-
ert of his dilemma. She rose. and going to
him, laid that gentle hand Of hers upon his
shoulder.
'sWhat difference can it maker" said she
"about money, / mean?> Something will
happen, Perhaps you have money in your
trunk. 1t is quite funny to think of two peo-
pie who care about each other as we do, talk
ing SO much about such vulgar things
''Thats all very fine," Thwaite murmured;
"but what are we to do for breakfast?"
Observation-Disclosures?
eyes; and we shall break on it, according
to present indications"
'Pshaw! Pm sure can do without it just
for once" Tiff assured him, almost laughing
He meditated, convinced that he could not
get along without it, even for once: and al
though he had just heavily dined, he began
to feel symptoms of hunger. The imagina-
tion is everything.
Thwaite was stunned, but before morning
he had realized that he must find work. What
did work mean to him? A fine walk, at
worst; gloves, cane, refreshments, diplomacy;
a governor with the money, q dread of being
sent to Europe.
Tiff was as fresh as rose the next day
She popped her head out of the window and
shifted the air.
"How perfectly sweet it is this morningl"
said she. 81 mean to wear my gray linen"
Where are you going?" asked Huff.
She turned slowly and gazed as him. "Oh,
yes, do remember now. No breakfast"
1T is too, too cruel, my love-" says he,
leaning against anything he could
find in despair "But shall go to place or
two OF business know Of, and get something
profitable to do at once. Upon my word l
will soon be back, fully equipped for hearty
lunch. As you say, nothing serious can be-
fall two happy young beings like you and
me-" a.
On he went into the sunshine, and Tiff sat
down demurely curious to find out what
would happen next.
She had to wait till evening for that "next
thing" unless a series of strange phases of
feelings could be counted as interesting. 1t
was then that Huff Thwaite hurst into the
room, his face cleaning whitley in the dim
light:
s.Tiffl oh, Tifl''
She did not answer, but in moment slowly
raised herself from the sofa, her hand to her
forehead.
my child, are you famished?" exclaimed
her husband with glistening eye.
"Only-very dizzy" !" whispered Til, family,
winking rapidly, and painting in the greatest
trouble. Where am /? What have we been
doing?"
"Oh, my dear, have been up and down the
city all day, finally securing capital con-
nection with father rivalinsurance company,
but, by the beard Of MosesI have had no.
thing but a glass Of wine and q biscuit since
last evening. As soon as wasfairly launched
in business this afternoon, j realized that Of
course Icould not expect to receive any cash
the first day, and became almost Wild with
anxiety. Ystit was imperative to smile. Do
you not know that it is imperative in
business to smile?''
II don't care lift isl'' retorted Tiff, with
some show of life. 'And you should care
more that I am very, very III. have read
Hugo until I am hungry o. giantess."
But, Til, have one profound hope IN this
we should literally starve unless my hope
should prove we'll grounded. Have you not
any money!
Ars. Thwaite threw her head back dainti-