Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1893-06-22
A SUPPOSABLE CASE.
FROM LONDON TIT BITS.

/ Mrs. Delameter sat in her bay window
sewing. She was thinking as we'll as
sewing-think'ng Of something that
had happened in the morning. If any
living soul had dared 70 insinuate to
Mrs. Delameter that her husband was
capable of meanness. she would have
arisen in her wrath and hurled indlgna-
tion at the offending insinuator. And
vet 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 al
ways hastened to assure herself that he
'didn' intend it and was only thought
less
The trouble lay In Il nutshell-there
was only one pocketbook in the Della
meter family, and It's abiding place was
Mr.. Delameter's pocket. To woman
who had supported herself single hand.
ed and alone for several years previous
to marriage it seemed unbeara5ly hui
initiating to be obliged to sue'for every
dollar she spent to say nothing Of being
expected to explain for what particular
purpose each individual dollar was to be
expended.
That morning shc felt the last straw
had been added to her load of humilita.
ton. She had conceived the brilliant
plan of asking for more money than her
immediate necessities demanded, with
the idea Of sparing herself a few unncc-
essary humilia'ions in the near future.
She had screwed up her courage as she
ate her breakfast tmidly, as Mr.. Della
meter rose from the table, said {:
Tom, Can you spare me $lo:'
What's the trouble now 2 rs ked MI .
DeIameter good naturedly.
'l-need pair OF boots.
Whew Ten dollars tor q pair Of
boots p and he arched his eyebrows,
still good naturally.
No. stammered his wife, feeling and
looking as guilty as though she had
robbed a nelghbor's clothesline over
night, the boots Will be only T3, but
thought it would be handy to have a
little money by me aud-not to have to
trouble you so often
And Mr.. Delameter--hcr face grew
hot, and she breathed fast every time
she thought OF t--Mr. Delameter took
So bill and a 81 bill and SILVER half
dollar, and laid them on the table, say.
ing in an oil hand way, i guess that II
do you this time, and then put up his
pocketbook and went away whistling.
Mrs Delameter was good little
woman, and she endeavored loyalty to
find excuses for such atroclous conduct.
She was a forgiving little woman. too,
and SO when the clock on the mantel
struck the half hour after she folded
up her work, and ct the tea table with
the puffy cream cakes Mr.. Dclometer 50
, loved and which she had made IN the
morning, and put on the even slices of
home made bread, light as a feather and
sweet as nut, and opened jar Of the
peaches she canned the fall before, and
made the tea in the precise manner he
liked it made.
And Mr.. Delametel came home, and
gave his wife An aftectionate greeting,
and looked at her admlrlnglv across the
table, and praised her cream Cakes.
And after supper he drew her down on
his knee and said how jolly it was to
was to haye home of ones own and
not have to llye in Il horrid boarding
house, and he was altogether in such d
pleasant mood that Mrs. Dclameter
dared attempt little serious talk and
paved the way by informing him that :
Miss Southernwood came to see me
today.
'Ah She's the millinery lady, I be-
lieye.'
She wants me to trim hats for her in
my spare time this summer
Indeed Well. l hope yon sent her
to the right about face in double quick
time. The idea of my wife working in
shop" said Mr.. Delameter, with con
siderable spirit.
i wish you'd let me do it..
For goodness sake, what for" and
Mr.. Delameter spoke little testify this
time.
Because lit would seem so good to
have little money of my own.'
We'll, don't you have money of your
very own? All that's mine is yours,
4 suppose so-but, oh, Tom, you
don't know how hate to ask for it,
You silly little goosel Did | ever
refuse you? l can't see why under the
canopy you should feel that way!
/