The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-11-29

wei, after all Il was better to thor
Oughly comprehend the whole state of
the case. He was too amiable, was
he9
MIR. Cameron rose, threw aside the
crumpled newspaper and walked once
or twice the length of the rooms.
"Ill e that the fault is corrected, ="
he said to himself with a grim smile.
And he went off to business without
the usual good by kiss" in which he
usually INDUCED.
Mrs. Cameron went out shopping in
the afternoons and was detained a little,
but it did not worry her in the least.
Clarence doesn't mind" said she,
and she spen5 an extra half hour in de-
Gliding whether she should have tan or
pearl gray for her new kid gloves, and
whether she looked better in a hat
trimmed with sweetbrier or simple field
daisies.
I'm a little late, I'm afraid" she
said, as she entered the dining room,
where Mr.. @. was pacing up and down
like the proverbial Gagged lion" Of
romance.
Late, madam! 1 should say you
were!' retor5ed her husband, in a tone
which fairly made Mrs. cameron start.
Its htlf-past six, if it's a second !!
But l suppose you think my time is Of
no value!'
"Clarence!"
1--WE born this long enough" went
on the indignant husband. And 1
give you fair notice that l shall bear it
no longer. janet" to the girl, bring
in the dinner at once and to morrow
let it be served at six punctually,
whether your mistress Is here or not!"
Yes, sir, said Jane, and she disap-
peared, grinning, into the kichen.
Mrs. Cameron sat down, crimson to
the very roots of her hair.
Clarence" she said, with difficulty
controlling her voice, lis it necessary
to thus insult me before the servants?'
Yes, madam, it is. If a wife doesn't
comprehend her duty it is high tt ne
she should be made to do so. Ill
trouble you for a cup of coffee"
Mrs. Cameron was mortified, stunned
-dazed. She was entirely unused to
this style of domestic reproof. Almost
before the desSerJ-with which Mr..
Z. found plenty of fault, intimating
that it would be better if his wife re-
manned at home to attend to household
matters a little more, instead of CAD
ding abroad the whole time-the door
bell sounded.
Its dear mamma and Aunt Lizzie
some to spend the evening" said Nina,
jumping up.
"Confound 'em ALL" roared Mr..
Comeron, emiting the table with his
fist, can't Ehave a quiet evening once
in a while9'
IL told them you would take US
all to the theater tonight" hesiCated
Nina, the color coming and going
changefully on her face.
Indeed! May l ask, madam, who
authorized you to make that state
ment9" crispy queried her husband.
Am 1 a mere puppet in your hands,
and am I supposed to have no will or
desire of my owns"
But you will go, won't you, Clar-
ence9" faltered poor Nina.
mo, madam, l will not" said Mr..
Cameron, rising and looking around
for his hat. II propose to spend the
evening quietly at my club"
And he bolted out of the room, nearly
falling over his mother in-law in the
passage, and mutterlng to himself:
by Jovel if Id stayed another min
ute those tears would have conquered
me. Poor little Mina!'
It was past II before he returned.
Never in all the experience of their
married life had he been so late before.
"Sitting up eh7" said he savagely.
"Now, Mrs. Cameron, I mean to put
an end, once for all, to this sort of
thing"
q was so anxious about you, Clar-
ence," pleaded poor Nina.
"Anxious!" sneeringly repeated he.
do you suppose John Markana lows
his wife to sit up for himT'
"Oh, Clarence, I wouldn't have you
like John Markan for the world!" ex-
claimed Nina, bursting into tears.
"Wouldn'tyou7's said he, the faintest
suspicion of a smile glimmerlng under
the ends of his mustache. Now,
thought it would be charming to be a
little afraid of ones husband, and you
know sugar and spice and all that's
nice grows insipid."
Mro "a morOD CDrau0 tn her feet,