Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-09-12

things, but not mine
my system, Frank What do you mean
If mean that you believe in putting things
OF Indefinitely, and not always in the ~istst
manner wish you would break yourself Of
that habit Believe me. IL will sorre day
bring you To grief
Mrs chickerly contracted her eyebrow
IL don't believe in being isctured, Frank. y
@And don't very often lecture you, my
dear; pray give me credit for that"
+You didn't think you were marrying an
angel when you took the, hoper
~So, nay love | thought was marrying
very pretty little girl. whaSe few faults might
eas2y lie corrected"
"Fnuits. Have any great faults, Frank
Little faults may sometimes entail great
consequences"
If you scold any more shall go out of the
room"
lyon need not, for am going myself to
pack nv valise By the way, there's button
off the shirt want 10 wear tomorrow
wish you would come up stairs and sew it on
for ne"
81 viii presently
1Why can't YOU come now'
# Just want to finish this book; there's
only one more chapter"
Fanny opened her volume SO resolutely that
her husband thought it best not to contest the
question.
Sitting all alone in front Of the bright fire,
Mr. ChickerlyTradually grew drowsy and
before she knew it she had drifted Off into the
shadowy regions Of dreauiland
She was reused by the clock striking H.
"Dear mel how late it is" she thought,
with a little start. II must 90 up stairs i'm
mediateiy. There, | forgot to tell the cook
about having breakfast ut ; tomorrow MORN
ing, and. of course, she's abed and asleep by
this time. I'll be up early enough TO see to it
myself, that will be just as well"
Laying this salve on her conscience Mrs
Chckerly turned off the gas and crept drow-
silly up the stairs.
Fanny, Fanny it's past and cook hasn't
come down stairs yet. Are you sure you
spoke 10 her last night"
Mrs ChickerIy rubbed her eyes and looked
slecpily around
"Oh, Frank, | forgot all about speaking to
her last night she said, with conscious
stricken face But I'll run right up; she can
have breakfast ready in IA very few minutes T"
She si,rang out of bed, thrust her feet into
pair of silk lined slippers and threw Il shawl
over her shoulders.
Mr.. Chckerly bit his lips and checked her.
"No need, Fanny" he said a little bitterly.
al must leave the house in fifteen minutes, or
miss the only through train. 1t is of no use
speaking To cook now"
al am sorry. Frank"
Mr., Chickerly did not answer; he was ap-
parently absorbed in turning over the vari-
GUS articles in his bureau drawer while Fam
ny sat shivcring on the edge Of the bed cogi-
tating how hard it was for her husband to
start on a long journey that bitter morning
without any breakfast
Il can make cup of coffee myself over the
furnace fire. she exclaimed, springing to her
feet
But Mr. Chieserly again nterposed
asst 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 | have shirts enough. but
not one in repair.
Fanny crimsUncd as she remembered how
often in the course Of the last month or two
she had solomnly promised herself to devote
day to the much-neetled renovation Of her
husbands shirts She looked around for her
thimble.
Il left it down stairs last night. I'll get IL
In n minute"
The housemad had Just kindled fire in
the sitting room CRATE; it was blazing and
cracking cheerily among the fresh Goals. and
Fanny could not resist the temptation of paus-
ing moment TO warm her chilled fingers, and
watch the greenish purple spires of fame
shoot merrily up the chimney until she heard
her husbands voice calling her i'nperatively
Fanny. Fanny what are YOU doingfr
up stairs. Il wish Frank wouldn't be so cross.
He's always in a hurry
Little Mrs Chickerly never stopped to
think that the real reason was that she. his
wife, WAS never ain a hurry"
The needle threaded the thimbe fitted on.
an appropriate button was next to be So
lectcd.
"Oh, dear Frank. haven't one the right
Sew on what you have, then; but be
quick
But Fanny was quite certain there was Just
the right button somewhere in her work bas-
ket, and stopped to search for it.
There, | told you sol" she criel, triumph
antly, holding it up on the end of her needle
"Well, we'll. sew it on, quick" said Mr.
Chieserly, slancing at his watch, nervousiy.
That's just your worrying way, Frank
as il anybody could sew button on well
in hurry. Thcrel my needle has come I'M
threaded
"Oh. Fanny, Fannyi" sighed her husband,
fairly ont of patience at last, @why didn't you
do it last night, as begged of your shall
miss the train, and what little chance we had
of a place in Aunt Elizabeth's will will b
sacriieel to your miserable habit OF being
behindhandl"
Fanny gave him the shirt and began to
whimper little. but Mr. Chickerly bad
neither the time nor the inclination to pause
to soothe her petulant manifestation of grief.
he finished his dressing, caught up his valiss
with a hurriedly spoken good by and ran
down stairs. two steps at a time, into The
street
There be goes" murmured Fanny, Aand
he's gone away cross with me, am. all for
nothing but a miserable buttoni wish
there wasn't such thing as button In the
worldi7
"a wish. which we must mis1oubt, many
another wife than Mrs. Chickerly has echoed,
With perhaps better reasonl
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down to her
little dinner, with daintily Drowned chicken,
tumbler of currant jelly, curly bunch Of
celery ranged before her, when. to her sur
prise, the door opened and in walked her lord
and husband
why, Frank. where on earth did you come
from cried the astonished wife
From the Office very coolly answered
Mr. Chickerly.
But thought you were of. for Scenersvilie
in such a hurry"
Il found myself just five minutes too late
for the train, after having run all the way to
the depot
-Oh that was too bad
Chicserly smiled little as he began to carve
the chicken.
-Yes, was a little annoyed at first: it did
seem rSsier provoking to be kept at home by
only shirt button
what are you going to dor
why. shall make second start to-mor-
row.
-l'n see TO it that your breakfast is ready
this tiI,se, to the second, and all your ward
robe in trim" said Fanny, rather relieved at
Tho prospect Of a chance of retrieving her
character.
You need not. I 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
aWe will not discuss the matter any further.
my dear, If you please have resolved TO
say nothing more to you about rcform
see it is useless, and only tends to foster an
unpleasant state Of feelings between IA SHAN
helm xt,s1 N anne morn yy,n<,. r,,n;ys