The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1890-05-29
LIZZIE'S TACT.

LIZZIE'S TACT.
In spite of the warning of Aunt
Catherine, Lizzie Hawthorne had de-
termined to marry Foster Lanthorn,
whom Lizzie's aunt had described as
of penurious habits and violent temper
He was widower, and if Aunt Cath.
crimes accusations were true he had
literally talked and scolded his first
wife Miranda into her grave.
Despite all the lugubrious warnings
of friends-and Aunt Catherine was
not the only one-Mrs. Foster Ian.
thorn was settled in her husbands
home. not as delightfully."- as in her
own little cottage, but still quite
pleasant A month had passe.; by,
and Lizzie Lanthorn began to wonder
when her husbands bad proclivities
were going to show themselves. She
had not long to wait. One noon he
came in, little earlier than usual, to
find Lizzie with handkerchief tied
over her glossy black hair and her
sleeves rolled away above her elbows.
The hall was crowded with the fur
niture from the parlor. haircloth
suite, rather the worse for wear.
whats all this. my dear? Is to-
day sweeping day?"
'sOh, no" returned Lizzie sweetly,
i was looking at the furniture. and
I have decided that it is entirely toe
shabby for the parlor. l propose
removing it to the sitting ROOM"
A cloud gathered over his face.
..But what'll the parlor do empty?"
"Empty!" and the little diplomat
raised her eyes innocently. ''Oh, the
parlor mustn't go empty. my dear!
We can get splendid suite at Caven.
1ish's for $7OO-gilt and ebony
mountings on green, crimson, or
orange velvet"
Seven hundred dollars! Why,
woman alive, what DO you take me for
"a moneybag?"
''Oh, no; only dear, good. kind
husband! just leave everything to
me. A check for 5000 or $1,000 will
furnish our ncedful articles very
nicely"
The husband looked at her, half
doubling her senses.
''It is preposterous-simply absurd.
just replace the furniture where it
was; it served me ten years; guess it
will serve you. too"
but can't you really afford it,
dear?"
II really can't, my darling. If
could / would"
'.Let us come down to dinner,
then"
After dinner Foster Lanthorn went
out, chuckling to think how completely
he had flanked the enemy; and Lizzie
Lantho n went out straight to Caven-
dish's and ordered bill of 1000 to
be sent to her husband.
OF course he raved and stormed, and
Lizzie smiled gently and told him she
couldn't think of receiving callers in
the shabby parlor. and then asked SO
innocently what the oil paintings,
rosewood furniture and velvet carpet
in his Office cost.
And Mr.. Lanthorn was silenced.
while he wondered if anyone had told
his wife they had cost 81, 500?
After that there was pleasant sailing
on the sea matrimonial for a long
while. and then Mrs. Lizzie discovered
that her husband had great many
errands out of an evening.
.'You are going out this evening,
Foster?" she asked one night after
tea.
..Yes. have little business to
attend to. I'll be in early" So he
stopped to kiss her.
II wish you'd not go; it's SO lonely
when you're away"
.'I'll be home tomorrow night, sure.
Good night"
The next night when Mr.. Lanthorn
came in to tea, his wife was dressed in
her promenade suit.
Il am going out tonight, Foster.
had tea a little early on that account.
Shall pour your cocoa?"
II said 1 should be home tonight,
Lizzie. Have you forgotten it?"
.'Oh, no; but am compelled to
leave you this evening. You will not
be lonely a little while"
'.But I'll escort you."
..No; hardly dare ask that. Mrs.
Oracle and Miss Lambert are to call
for me-"
A,1 IN n fav ty,,;p,4oe ,f+av ebo
went away, leaving a silence after her
that he didn't altogether enjoy.
The next evening he had another
errand out. and when he returned
Lizzie was gone, too, and it had struck
10 before she came in, fresh and rosy.
.You haven't been out again,
Lizzie?"
why. yes, have. Weren't you
away. too?"
..Nlen have business out at night;
women do not"
You are mistaken there my dear.
l have just joined our club. A club
formed by married ladies, called the
Retaliation and Preve ntion for Lonli-
ness Society. l am secretary, and,
consequently must attend every meet
ing"
MIR. Lanthorn stood holding the door
handle.
but forbid it. The idea of wife
of mine mixing up in these disgusting
affairs. when they ought to be at
home"
Entertaining the husbands-or
sitting all alone, wishing they were
home? Which, Foster?'
She laid her two little hands on his
arm, and looked at him with her
pleading, wistful eyes. and then the
stupid man saw what it all meant.
'.And you'll give up everything for
me, if I'll stay home and be enter
tanned by the prettiest, cutest little
woman in all York State?"
''Indeed I will. Do you promise?"
eyes: and this is the seal"
A resounding kiss testified to the
birth of the hour when woman's wit
had overcome mans delinquencies.
An Ice Time.