Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-12-16
HIS WEES ALLOWANCE
How It Saved Her Husband from
 Financial Ruin.

| AAO" <" OdNSo AoC AuSO4no rom Financial Ruin.
 Distinguishing away into the quiet land Of dreams-half uncertain whether he was awake or asleep. with a pleasant semi-consciousness, the while, of the clear lire glimmering on the wall and the gray kitten purriDg drowsily on the hearth-rug, George Raymond had . very narrow escape from a sound nap when his wife came in with Auttering dress and elastic step.
 George. dearp' said she.
 Well, Cis" He was wide.awake in 2 moment. and ready to make an am davit that he hadn't had the least idea of going to sleep. What is it little busybodyP' he asked. lazily stretching out his hand to play with her watch chain as she came toward him.
 Gan you spare me ten dollars, this evening""
 "Of course can. What is 1t for2' he asked, leisurely opening his purse and handing her the money.
 'The milliner's bill; she will be here early tomorrow morning. Thank you dear"
 Mrs. Raymond sat down on a little hassock, close to the sofa, when she had put the money in her purse, so that the freight played genially on her delicate face with its shadowy masses of dark hair, and large, violet-gray eyes.
 "Well, Pussy, what are you thinking about?" said her husband, after . few moments unbroken silence.
 TO tell you the truth, George" said Mrs. Raymond, looking up smilingly, II was wishing that instead of coming to you for every thing I want I had regular allowance of my own."
 "A regular allowance of your own?" he repeated. Really, that is very complimentary to my generosity"
 II knew you would laugh at mo, George; yet indeed I do wish 1t very much"
 "And pray, why2 Don't I give you every thing you ask for?''
 II know you do, my love; yet should feel richer, somehow more independent, if had my own resources-if you would allow me just such an amount every month";
 ''How much would satisfy you, little misery"
 "Well, think I could do very we'll on forty dollars month" | "Do you happen to know that have l than the sum you specify during the last four weeks? It strikes me you would not be much of gainer. pecuni- arily speaking. by this now system of finances"
 ''But believe should. George, for 1t would teach me to calculate and economize, and@'
 "1n short, you want to trythe experi- 1 ment?" said her husband. That's just it." sho said, coaxingly. My dear, this is all nonsense," said he. Believe me, understand the care of money better than you do"
 '"Then you are not going to indulge me?" said Mrs. Raymond, and there was such plaintiVe accent in her voice, that her husband checked himself in the midst of tremendous yawn, to look full into the aggrieved little face.
 My dear," he said, laughingly, "I have never refused you any thing you chose to ask, and it isn't likely shall begin to assert my independence at this late hour. Take your forty dollars a month-take what you please-but I'm considerably mistaken if you don't come to me. teasing me for just little more money before the four weeks have ex- pired."
 "Now you shall seer' said the delight ed little wife. "What shall render in payment of your docility, MT. Prophet?"
 "A kiss" replied her husband. And now be of about your business, and let me finish my nap"
 How often, during the next twelve months, George Raymond rallied his wife within an inch of the ''crying de- gree" about her financial schemes-how often he alluded mjschievously to the probably exhausted state of her purse, and his entire willingness to hand over any amount of money the moment she would confess herself to be wrong, and him to be right, until she was nearly tempted to abandon her cause in de- spair. But she persevered so bravely that after awhile he declared that he believed his little wife could do very well with a smaller sum than he had previously any idea of.
 But I know you are denying your self scores of feminine fol-de-rals, Cis, {" said he. ''Sav the word, my dear. and I'll make it fifty dollars g month. in- stead of forty"
 ''No, indeed" said Cicely, decisively. Didn't tell you that forty would be enough? And it is."
 Nearly five years had passed away. It was stormy night in March;, the clouds were flying before strong gale, ana the air was chill and raw with oc- casional gusts of snow. Mrs. Raymond sat in her cheerful parlor. stitching away at a little frock for her sleeping baby, and singing some hali-fOrgotten melody to herself as she worked.
 "I wonder what makes George 70