Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-12-20
PUT IN HER PLACE.
HOW a Wife Taught Her Husband
 8 Needed Lesson.

MrS- Dela1neter sat Tn her bay win low sewing. She was thinking as well as sewing-thinking of something that had happened in the morning.
 If any living soul had dared insinuate to Mrs. Delameter that her hus band was capable of a meanness she would have arisen in her wrath and hurled indignation at the offending insinuator And yet there had been times in the course of their year of married life when she had almost admitted as much to herself in her inmost heart, though she had always hastened to assure her self that he didn't intend it," and was ''only thoughtless."
 The trouble lay in a nutshell; there was only one pocketboolS in the Della meter family, and it's abiding place was Mir. Delameter's pocket. To a woman who had supported herself, single handed and alone, for several years previous to marriage, it seemed un- bearably humiliating to be obliged to sue for every dollar she spent.
 That morning she felt the last straw had been added to her load of humilia- tion. She had conceived the brilliant plan of asking for more money than her immediate necessities demanded, with the idea of sparing herself few necessary humiliations in the near fu- ture. She had screwed up her courage as she ate her breakfast to ask timidly, as Mr. Delameter rose from the table: '"Tom, can you spare me ten dollars?"
 What's the trouble now?" asked Mir. Delameter, good-naturedly.
 '1-need pair of boots"
 "Whew! Ten dollars for a pair of boots?" and he arched his eyebrows. still good-naturedly.
 No" stammered his wife, feeling and looking as guilty as though she had robbed a neighbours clothes line over night, "the boots will be only three dollars, butt thought it would be handy to have little money by me, and-not to have to trouble you so often"
 And MT. Delameter-her face grew hot a"d she breathed fast every time she thought of it-Mr. Delameter took out two-dollar bill, and a one-dollar bill, and silver half-dollar, and laid them on the table. saying in an off hand way: "I guess that'll do you this time, and then put up his pocketbook and went away, whistling.
 Mrs. Delameter was a good little woman, and she endeavored Loyalty to find excuses for such atrocious conduct. She was forgiving little woman, too, and so when the clock on the mantel struck the half hour after five. she folded up her work, and set the tea table.
 And Mir. Delameter came home and gave his wife an affectionate greeting and looked at her admiringly across the table, and praised her cream cakes. And after supper he drew her down on his knee aud said how jolly it was to have a home of ones own, and not have to live in horrid boarding house; and he was altogether in such pleas ant mood that Mrs. Delameter dared attempt a little serious talk, and paved the way by informing him that Miss Southernwood came to see me to day"
 "Ah?-she's the millinery lady, be- lieve."
 ''She wants me to trim hats for her in my spare time this summer"
 "Indeed! We'll, hope you sent her to the right-about-face in double-quicll time. The idea of my wife working in a shop" said Mir. Delameter, with con- siderable spirit.
 'I wish you'd let me do it." For heavens sake what for?" MT. Delameter spoke a little testify this time.
 Because lit would seem so good to have little money of my very own"
 Well, don't you have money of your very own? All that's mine is yours,"
 II suppose so,-but oh, Tom, you don't know how I hate to ask for it. ,
 You silly little goose! Did ever refuse you? l can't see why under the canopy you should feel that way!"
 But, really, Tom, I think - I'm almost sure-you would feel the same way"
 Nonsense! l shouldn't, either. I'd just as lief ask as not" Would you be willing to prove it?" Certainly would, if there was any way, but l don't quite see''- Tom, will you prove it if I'll think of d way?"
 "M'm, well-yes-I guess so. Whats the way?"
 Well, I'll take that money laid up before l was married out of the bank, and when your payday comes you will | put every cent of your money into the bank"
 Well, will-on your book!' 'Oh, no, that would spoil everything! Promise me you won't ever try to re- place my money!
 Well, promise" said Mir. Delame- ter, laughing at her earnestness.
 Then he looked thoughtful for sev- eral minutes.
 'How long must the experiment last, to convince you?"
 Well, think a month would do, don't you?"
 "I think it would," he answered drily. MT. Delameter forgot his agreement till just as he was being paid off the next night. and then, being a man of his word, he stopped on the way home and emptied his pockets into the coffers of the bank, carrying away with him a solitary nickel, which he had over looked, in the pocket where he kept his | car fares. Then the whole affair \ slipped from his mind. The next morning he parted with the | nickel to the car conductor with cheer full unconsciousness, and realized not