The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-08-21

noveltstS say.
That night he was glnm all supper
time. and afterwards buried himself Ia
the day bcforc's newspaper till bedtime.
When morning came. he fingered about
after breakfast was over. with no o.
tcnsiblc reason. NJ last made fGint of
starting, and then came back again.
''oh. by the way" he said. with a
fine air Of carelessness, Il had TO Dor
row some money yesterday.
"Ilow mnch9" asked his better half.
with = little blush.
Five dollars"
"What for2" trembled on Mrs Della
meters lips, but she did not say IL She
simply handed him the exact sum.
II guess you'd better let me have
little for car fares while you're about
IL"
A tcn-ccnt piece was carefully select
ed and laid In his palm.
Mr. Dclameter did not forget his
straitcned condition that day. lie re-
mcmbcred 1t Of course, when he sent
the bill TO his friend; he felt II when
he passed a fruit stand on which were
displayed some particularly fine
oranges; 1t was recalled to his attcn.
tion when the little lame hoy with
candy made his usual rounds Of the
office; II was painfully present 70 his
mind when man with snhscrip.
ton paper whereon figured the name
Of Delameter came TO collect the
money subscribed; and the lack was
keenly appreciated when he had 70
forego buying his usual evening paper.
Tho third day he braced up. and
with reluctance he was wholly una
Bile 70 conceal requested the means
wherewith to buy pair 81 light trons-
ers.
The fourth day was Sunday. Mr..
Delametcr thought Of the contribution
box, and decided he wouldn't attend
church His head felt badly, he said.
The fifth day the grocer called ut the
Office for his pay, md Mr.. Delamcter.
mumbIing something about pocket
book" and other pants" sent him TO
the house.
The sixth day Mrs. Delamcter, with
unlooked-for generosity, gave him fifty
cents when he asked for car fare, and
on the strength Of this he hailed man
with strawbe berries, on the way home at
night, bought two boxes, and found ha
was ak cents short
The seventh day MIR. Delnmeter real
lied that the experiment was not work.
Ing quite in the why he meant II should,
20 he pulled himself together and bold
ly asked for ten-dollar bill
what for?' queried his wife, as
though with an effort
"l--well, ! want 20 get pair Of
boots"
Meas boots come high, don't
they2" faltered Mrs Dclameter, with
an aD. frtsiffe sdQ smile. as she opencd her
"Oh. the boots won't be more than
four dollars, probably, but guess can
make away with the rest
Mira Dclametcr hesitatcd, blushed,
bit her lip then slowly handed out
two two-dollar bills and silver half
dollar.
II guess that will do you, this time, !"
she marmured, with downcast eyes.
/ Mr.. Delameter glared at her and
made as though he would cast the
money from him. Then suddenly he
seemed to recollect something and n
brilliant red color famed up from the
edge Of his white shirt collar to the
roots Of. his hair. He jammed the
money viciously into his breast pocket,
made use Of some word indicative Of
extreme anger and fluAg himself out Of
the house, slamming the door with
great vchcmencc behind him.
i Mrs. Delameter threw herself face
downward on the lounge and cried and
cried. The terrible fear that she had
offended him beyond forgiveness and
that he would never return to her AS
sailed her At intervals all through the
day.
When Mr.. Delamcter did actually
come home at the usual hour she hard.
4 ly dared raise her eyes to his face. But
he was very quiet, did not slam things
and hardly looked up from his food all
tea time.
When Mrs. Delamctcr Ind cleared up
the dishes. she slipped up behind her
husband as he sat In the bay-window,
with his elbows on his knees. his face
between his hands, and his eyes on the
carpet, and dropped the bone 81 con
tention, the pocketbook, into his lap,
and fed.
/ He caught her dress before she had
fied very far, and drew her back.
i Fannie" he said, with whimsical
seriousness, do you believe there \
money enough in this pocketbook e
induce some muscular man to kick me
all deserve to be kicked2''
"Oh, Tomla sobbed Mrs. Delameter,
l'can you ever forgive ne2 You don't
know how hated to be SO hatefulr'
.'0h, come nowi Doyou pretend tc
say you didn't enjoy it?''
"of course / didn'ti'' was the indig
nant answer; and them Mr. DelnmeteI
threw his head back, and laughed ant
Iiaug he'd.
Finally no sobered down. We'll,
he said, In a very business-lilse way
now wen have this thing fixed up
Have you any idea how much our house
hold expenses are?'
81 have kept account Of that, and Q
my personal expenses" said Mrs Della
meter, bringing him the book. "but
did not know how much you earned.o
how much your expenses we're"
Mr.. Delameter glanced at tho nea
! columns. and turned over the leaves y
look at the footing-up for the who'll
J year. He seemed t0 be surprised a
the total. and made rapid mental cal
culation. Then he gave vent 70 long
low whistle.
Fannie" he declared. sclcmnly
s.yon are dear little economical whit
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