The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-11
HIS DAY AT HOME.
How Mr.. Parntt's Sick 6pen Was
Finally Cured

mo, can't say enjoy Georges Bicl
days at home" said Mra Parfitt. "Hei
sure to be pohing into things and max
ing himself generally disagreeable
Dear boyi he isn't that way any othei
time. I'll warrant you, Connyr-Mra
Parfitt shot d humorous glance at hei
husbands extremely pretty cousin
who stood, in street attire, waiting fol
her-.'that he won't want TO give m,
the money for my new jacket to-day a
all But there's the Carpenters' recep
ton Thursday and-Wait for mel II
try it,
And Mrs. Parfitt ran downstairt
with valiant smile.
She found her husband in the library.
lie was young and comely, but
strip Of red flannel on his throat, 1
shawl untidilv worn and a gloomy ex
precision Of countenance did not i'm
prove him.
'I'd stay at homo, dear said Mrs
Parfitt, III there was anything could
do for you :
There isn't" said her husband,
shortly. This beastly cold has got Il
wear itself out. "
"Conny and / are going ont for III
tie shopping, then. And II you can lei
me have the money for my spring
jacket now. George2. I'm little late
about getting it rs it is, you know It's
the tan one, with striped satin lining
--awfully pretty at Bright's-"
II don't know anything about any
jacketlr George snapped "I'm har-
assed enough In mind and body, Kate,
without your prosecuting me-
I'm mind9' said Mrs Parf1tt patient
ly resigninR herself
This was one Of Georges days at
home.
Eyes. in mind" He threw OF his
shawl. and sat up and glowered at her
What do you think about Hugh D nd
ley and Constance. anyhow"
Hugh Dudley and Constance2"
Mrs Partitt stared little.
That's what / said He's coming
here all the time, isn't hep What's he
coming for2"
Mrs. Parfitt looked into her lap. A
smile dawned on her fresh lips
'.I-really, II" she murmured.
~ feel responsible for Constance, .
said George. scowling impatiently at
everything. u asked her here, and il
she does anything to disgrace the fam
lily shall feel to blame for 1t. Hugh
Dudleyl Would Uncle Joe or Aunt
Agnes want her to marry Hugh Dudley?
A mere-mere-" no fit term present
ed itself ~ don't like this at all! In
the coffee businessi And don't believe
he knows who his grandfather wasr'
Mr.. Parfitt concluded warmly.
Mrs Parfitt looked oddly demure.
Isn't the coffee business creditable,
George, dear2' she queried. And the
Dudleys' are very good family, really,
and every body likes Hugh"
Il don'ti Hugh Dudley when, with
the slightest encouragement, Thomas
Danforth--"
'tOhi'' MIRA Parfitt murmured.
You needn't think that has set me
against Dudley, though. 1t hasn't II
isn't merely that Tom is friend OF
mine; it's the difference in the two Eel.
lows Toms brick brick Tom Dan.
forth ISL said Mr.. Parfitt, with an en-
phasis that amounted to fierceness
And for Constance Bergen to DELHI.
erately take up with the worse man Of
the two when she might have the
better II gals mel I'll never invite her
here again nor ybody elsep'
de flung back into his chair
think COMFY will perhaps be living
here before long, dear" his wife re.
joined, mildly. She had retreated To
the hall. You won't give me the
money for my jack"
'NoS' emphatically.
He heard the front door close directly.
and said to 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 to the kitchen and asked the
cook to make him some ginger tea. Re.
turning he saw from the window a
sight which caused him TO utter an ex-
asperated growl. Hugh Dudley was
driving up briskly in his road cart,
which cart was shining in the rays Of
the morning sun, as was also his hand
some face,
George met him at the door before
the maid could answer the bell.
Is Miss bergen" the caller began.
with a questioning smile, offering to
shake hands gt{l3I
MT Parfitt ignored his hand.
She is not at home" he said, delib-
eratelys with no trace Of his accusing
conscience in his dispIeased face.
To admit Hugh Dudley and hear him
and Constance chattering and giggling
1or two hours in the parlor was too
much He would not have it.
The young mans face fell percepti.
bly,.
When will she be at homer" he fall.
Tered, EN- barrassed between his disap.
pointment and his awe Of Mr.. Parftt's
Il have not the slightest idea"
George responded
Would the fellow keep him there ut.
tering mendacitiea all dayl Not but
that the cause was good aud sufficient.
but he was not accustomed to lying.
I'm sorry Hugh Dudley declared.
de fingered, looking touchinrly un-
happy, only Mr.. Parftt was not
touched He looked as though be was
waiting to shut the door, and the Wis
itor retreated down the steps and into
his cart
Ellen had the ginger tea ready. II
was not strong enough, and too sweet.
And when Ellen, having been some
what gruf1y informed Of It, had made
some afresh, Mr. Parfitt dranL a. and