Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-08-12

" Mrs. Parftt shot a
humorous glance at her husbands ex-
tremely pretty young cousin, who stood,
in street attire, waiting for her-F'that
he won't want to give ne the money for
my new jacket to-day at all. But there's
the Carpenters reception Thursday, and
Wait for me! III try it"
And Mrs. Parftt ran down stairs, 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 a gloomy expression of coun-
tenance, did not improve him.
"I'd stay at home, DEAR" said Mrs.
Parftt, eff there was anything I could
do for you
"There isn't, ;" said her husband, short
ly. ''This Deastly cold has got to wear
itself out"
"Conny and l are going out for lit
tie shopping, then. And if you can let
me have the money for my spring jacket
now, George? I'm a little late about
getting it as it is, you know. It's the
tan one, with striped satin lining-aw
fully pretty-at Bright's-"
81 don't know anything about any
Jacket" George snapped. ''I'm harassed
enough in mind and body, Kate, without
your prosecuting me-"
'In mind?" said Mrs. Parftt, patiently
resigning herself.
This was one of Georges days at home.
eyes, in miDd!H He threw off his
shawl, and sat up and glowered at her.
"What do you think about Hugh Dudley
and Constance, anyhow"
"Hugh Dudley and-Constance?"
Mrs. Parftt stared little.
"That's what 1 said. He's coming
here all the time, isn't he? What's he
coming for?"
Mrs. Parftt looked into her lap. A
smile dawned on her fresh lips.
"I-really, /" she murmured.
81 feel responsible for Constance"
said George, scowling impartially at
everything. II asked her here, and if
she does any thing Toto disgrace the
family shall feel to blame for it. Hugh
Dudley! Would Uncle Joe or Aunt
Agnes want her to marry Hugh Dudley?
A mere-mere-" no fit term presenting
itself. s'I don't like himI" Mr.. Parfitt
proceeded, warmly. "In the coffee bust
ness! And l don't believe he knows who
his grandfather wasl"
Mrs. Parftt looked oddly demure.
''Isn't the coffee business creditable,
George, dear" she queried. ''And the
Dudleys are very good family, George,
really, and everybody likes Hugh"
Dudley when, with the slightest en-
Couragement, Thomas Danforth-"
"Oh" Mrs. Parftt murmured.
"You needn't think that has set me
against Hugh Dudley, though. It hasn't
it hasn't at all. 1t isn't merely that
Toms friend of mine; it's the differ
ence in the fellows. Toms brick-a
brick, Tom Danforth isl" said Mr.. Par
TIT, with an emphasis which amounted
toferceness. ''And for Constance Bergen
to deliberately take up with the worse
man of the two, when she might have
the better, it gals me! I'll never Unite
her here again, mind you that-nor any
body else!"
He flung back into his chair.
81 think COMFY will-perhaps-be
living here before long, DEAR his wife
rreJolned, mildly. She had retreated to
the hall. "And you-won't give me the
money for my jack"
"No!" said her husband, emphatic
ally.
He heard the front door close directly,
and said to himself that he was more than
glad to be alone.
he supposed that Constance Was up
stars, but he was in no mood for talking
70 Constance-far from it. He was
thoroughly and Indignantly out of
patience with her.
!, de went into the kitchen and asked
>Ne cook to make him some ginger tea