Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-10-19
AN EXPERIMENT.

WIFI open pOCkeUDOOh.
"Say, Tony" says she, looking mp bright
ly, Just let me be cashier for one week.
won't your l only want to convince you
how mean it makes me feel never to nave
money to spare for rubbish All, do, An
thonyW
CoaXing, caresses, ETC., accomplish Lhelr
work, for half hour later Mr.. We!llngs
leaves the house with only sufficient funds
in his pocket for the bare necessary expenses
incurred during the day.
"Ah!' says Mrs. Wellings, smilingly
watching her husband disappear around
the corner, "Tony's only fault is his stlngl-
ness This will be an excellent lesson for
him, I'm sure"
"Well, shall show Marian how l can
MANAGE" says Mr.. Wellings, striding rap
idly on.
Seated in the car he bethinks himself OF
his paper. True enough, he has forgotten
to bring it. The search in both OF his coat
pockets proved vain one.
Here, Johnny" to little newsboy just
entering "a paper, please"
Then, recollecting his cash allowance too
late, he has not the courage to refuse the
paper now in his hands. He dislikes be-
coming special object of interest to the
rest of the passengers, and so the nickel in
tended for the ride home is handed out, the
change received, and Mr.. Wellings forgets
the trifling annoyance while perusing the
columns of the paper.
An hour or so later Mr.. Wellings is inter
rupted by his young clerk, who, thrusting
his head in the open door, exclaims:
1.-THE scrub lady's come from the house
and says she wants her pay"
Tell Mrs. Riley to come tomorrow" re-
plies Mr.. Wellings, vexed within himself at
refusing the poor woman. Marian sent
her here, suppose. Pm almost tempted to
break my vow not to spend anything but
what she gives me. You're fool, Anthony
Wellings for being cajoled into any such
bargain" mutters he, slowly resuming his
| business duties.
Twelve o'clock, the usual lunch hour, ar
rives at last. Leaving the office, he starts
toward his favorite restaurant.
| Anthony Wellings as livep' cxclaims
a deep voice beside him, and a heavy hand
laid upon his shoulder causes Mr. Wellings
to glance around in surprise.
Who isit2 Can it he. Yes, tits really his
old college chum.
Hugh, old boy. how glad, very glad I
. am to see youW And hearty handshake
testifies his assertion. where did you
drop from9 How is everybody? Well now,
but Pm glad to see you" Again the hands
grip each other. Pm just going to lunch.
| Come along, won't you and"-
Mr. Wellings' handsome eyes suddenly
dilate; his breath ceases for moment.
GOOD heavensl' he thinks. Here an
with only so cents for lunch" On second
thought; Hugh, you'd better come up tc
the house tonight to dinner. Important du-
ties prevent my lingering here, and we
should be unable to talk over old times
Come to the house, won't your Yes. Well
here's the address. My wife will be pleased
to welcome you too Goodby, then, till
later" And the friends part. cts all hel
faultp' thinks Mr.. Wellings, almost savage
ly. "How like an idiot he must have
thought mel But, by Jove! Icouldn't tel
the man had only money enough for one
slim lunch. Wonder If Marian was eyerir
such q boX9 Poor little woman! Perhaps
have been too close with her."
Many times during the day does he have
calls upon both pocketbook and patience
ono instance being especially annoying ant
humiliating.
Mr. Corbin called to obtain substantial
aid in behalf of sick mans family.
!; II can give you something tomorrow,
adds Mr. Wellings as his visitor is about t,
depart
Jenny, the flower girl, comes in too 1t ha
! been Mr.. Wellings' habit to purchase
he must decline
Late in the afternoon his wife and littl
Willie come in on their way from grand
mothers to their home.
Papa" says the little fellow, give N,
money for big ball, pleasew
ASK your mother, child, his father tell
him tersely.
But ma never gives me noting, tause sh,
never has money to spare, she tells me,
replies Willie disappointedly.
But she will now, my boy, and besides
papa will buy you q fine bat. ilele, Clarke,
to the elderly clerk, you eau attend t,
these matters on hand. l start for hom
now with Mrs. Wellings. Come, Marian
Willie" and together the happy trio leay
the Office.
Late that evening dinner is thint
of the past, and the nurse has carried Wilt
up stairs to bed-Mr. Wellings puts dow
the book of fairy tales he has finished read
ing to his eager little listener, and risin!
crosses over to his wife's chair.
Marian" he confesses frankly, taking
the sewing from her busy fingers and clasp
ing them tightly in his own, "I've been
fool. You know all mean, so spare mi
the recital of particulars. You shall hav
your wish. Is this satisfactory, little WON
am"
More than satisfactory" she answer
him gently. You are too good for me, An
thony. But"-the bright eyes dance mis-
chievously-"I am just little glad 20,
found 1t out for yourself-the unpleasant
ness of having no money of your own,
mean."-Exchange.