The morning call., 1892-11-17
HIS DAY At HOME.

mo, I can't say L enjoy Georges sick
DAYS at home" said Mrs. Parfitt. He's
sure 10 be pokng into things and making
himself generally disagreeable. Dear boyi
be Isn't that way any other time. I'll war
rant you, CoBny"-Mrs. Parfitt shot a
humorous glance at her husbands extremely
pretty cousin, who stood, In street attire,
waiting for her-"that he won't want to
give me the money for my new jacket to-
day at all. But there's the Carpenters re-
ception Thursday, and-Wait for me! I'll
try it,"
And Mrs. Parftt ran downstairs, with
valiant smile.
She found her husband in the library.
He was young and comely, but strip Of
red flannel on his throat, shawl untidily
worn. and gloomy expression OF counten-
ance did not improve him.
I'D stay at home, DEAR" said Mrs. Par
fit. IF there was anything L could do for
There isn't" said her husband, shortly.
"This beastly cold has got to wear itself
out"
"Conny and l are going out for little
shopping, then. And If you can let me
have the money for my spring jacket now,
George. I'm little late about getting II as
II is, you know. It's the tan one. with a
striped satin lining-awfully pretty-at
Brights-"
II don't know anything about any iacketw
George snapped. Ppm harassed enough in
mind and body, Kate, without you persecut-
ing me-"
Fin mindP" said Mrs. Parftt, patiently
resigning herself.
This was one of Georges days at home.
Yes, in MIND" He threw off his shawl,
and sat up and glowered at her. what do
you think about Hugh Dudley and Con-
stance, anyhow ?"
Hugh Dudley and-Constance?"
Mrs. Parfitt stared little.
That's what | said. He's coming here
all The time, isn't he? What's be coming
for?''
Mrs. Parftt looked into her lap. a smile
dawned on her fresh lips.
"l-really, /" she murmured.
81 feel responsible for Constance" said
George. Sowing impatienlly at everything.
Il asked her here, and If she does anything
to disgrace the family j shall feel to blame
for it Hugh Dudley Would Uncle Joe or
Aunt Agnes want her to marry Hugh Dud-
ing itself. II don't like him at ALL In the
coffee businessl And / don't believe he
knows who his grandfather was!~ Mr.
Parfltt concluded, warmly
Mrs. Parfitt looked oddly demure.
Isn't the coffee business creditable,
George. dear?" she queried. 'And the
Dudleys ara very good family, really, and
everybody likes Hugh"
81 don'tl Hugh Dudley-wheD, with the
slightest encouragement, Thomas Dan
forth"
"Ohl Mrs Parftt murmured
"You needn't think that has set me
against Dudley, though. Ithasn't Itisn't
merely that Tom is friend of mine; it's
the difference in the fellows Toms a
brick-a brick, Tom Danforth isl" said Mr..
PaTftt. with an emphasis that amounted to
ficrceness. And for Constance Bergen to
deliberately take up with the worse man of
the two when she might have the better-it
gals mel I'll never invite her here again
nor anybody elsep'
He flung back into bis chair.
II think COMFY will perhaps be living
here before long, DEAR" his wife rejoined
mildly. She had retreated to the hall.
''You-wont give me the money for my
jack"
Nor emphatically.
He heard the front door close directly.
and said t. himself he was glad to be alone.
He supposed Constance was upstairs. but
he was In no mood for talking TO her. he
was out of patience with her.
He went 10 the kitchen and asked the
cook to make him some ginger tea Re-
turning he saw from the window sight
which caused him to utter an exasperated
growl. Hugh Dudley was driving up briskly