The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-12-13

$ each, She shipped a lot Of old party
dresses, crushed and out Of style, TO cos
tnmer'Rnn - street, and saved the pro,
csedB. Every time her husband handed
over her allowance OF pin money she pul
at least half Of It In her "stropg box"
II was hard TO hide this activity and
cheerfHlness from him, but she did,
She kept In the old rut as nearly as pos
Aible when he was at home, He saw
that she was stronger and 1t hghtened
his labors.
any little woman does not ride OF
read any more" he said one evening In
the indulgent tone he used toward her,
"Why, yes, / do read. Don't you see
my little library thsreF"
"Yes, but 1t seems to me l miss some
thing"
He missed the litter Of trashy novels
he had been wont to see.
The end OF the year rolled around.
Eleanor watched her husbands face with
eyerincreasing anxiety. One evening
he Sat buried In thought, from which oil
her endeaYors could not rouse him, He
did not feel we'll be said. All night he
tossed and muttered. Calculations and
figures were uppermost,
He was up early and away. Eleanor
fastened her preparations and carefully
counted her little hoard, the earnings OF
months, Late In the afternoon she came
home with the proceeds Of her last batch
o%ftypewiting, glowing with exercise and
the happiness OF contributing at least
several hundred dollars to meet her
husbands creditors. He was there, lying
on the sofa, pale and hopeless. For
getting all else, she flung herself beside
him with a sob,
"Oh, Harry, my dearest, what Is it2
Tell me what It Is that Is killing your l
have O right TO know"
vt ia ruin, Eleanor. have brought
you to poyerty-you whom / would have
died to make happy"
"YOu are talking In riddles, Harry"
she exclaimed, rallying from her alarm.
Yam l not the happiest woman In the
world2 And don't you see how well and
strong / ami"
She Coaxed the whole story from his
lips, Then, with affected lightness, she
said; SIS that ALL Why, you fright
ened me terribly; | thought you were
ill-had caught some horrible disease or
other, See here" As she spoke she
ran to her desk, took out her treasure
and poured 1t into his hands in her i'm.
pulsiye fashion,,
"Eleanorl What Is this o.
"Fhis2 Why, this IL only your wife's
selfshness and laziness in another FORM"
Then her story had to be told. Their
combined efforts still fell short OF the
required sum, but she triumphantly
produced the deed to the western land.
For o season there were caresses and
even tears Of mutual love and thankful.
ness.
Next day the balance OF the debt was
borrowed upon the security OF the West.
ern deed, and Horace Woodferd was "a
Tree man once more. When the $500
jumped TO thousands In a sudden boom
he bought a neat home. Margaret, the
valued friend, supplied their table with
products from the farm. Eleanor was
never quite content till Harry had look
ed up her two maliguers and brought
them 10 the home where she presided,
and which her painfully awakened ener.
Ky had helped TO buy. In time she told
her secret, and thanked them for that
ten minutes gossip. In tune, too, SONS
and daughters came and found a mother
prepared by selt.denial for the exigen-
Cies OF life.