The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-30
HIS DAY AT HOME.
How Mr.. Parftt's Sick Spoil Was
Finally Cured

Finally Cured
sNo. I can't say ] enjoy Georges sick
laws at home" said Mrs Parftt. Hes
sure to be poking into things and maxi
ing himself generally d~isagrccablc.
Dear boyi he isn't that'way any other
time. I'll warrant you, conny"-Mra
Parftt shot a humorous glance at her
husbands extremely pretty cousin,
who stood, IN street attire, waiting for
her-.that he won't want TO give me
the money for my new jacket to-day at
ali. But there's the Carpenters recep-
ton Thursday and-Wait for mel I'll
try it."
And Mrs. Parftt ran downstairs
with q valiant smile.
She found her husband in the library.
lie was young and comely, but .
strip Of red flannel On his throat, o
shawl untidily worn and a gloomy ex-
preston Of countenance did not im-
prove him.
"I,d stay at home, dear said Mrs.
Parftt, III there was anything ! could
do for you"
.Therc isn't" said her husband.
shortly. This beastly cold has got TO
wear itself out"
Sonny and | are going out for q lit
tie shopping, then. And II youscan let
me have the money for my spring
jacket now. George2 I'm a little late
about getting it as it Is, you know. It's
the tan one, with a striped satin lining
lawfully prctty-at Bright's-n
II don't know anything about any
jackettn George snapped. I'm har-
nsscd enough In mind and body, Kate,
without your prosecuting me-"
in mind2" said Mrs Parfitt patient
ly resigning herself.
This wa one Of Georges days ut
home.
Eyes, in mindi" He threw Off his
shawl, and sat up and glowered at her.
What do you think about Hugh D I'D
ley and Constance, anyhow"
Hugh Dudley and ~Constance?"
Mrs. Paritt stared a little.
That's what l said. He's coming
here all the time, isn't he? What's he
coming for?'
Mrs. Parfitt looked into her lap Al
smile dawned on her fresh lips.
"I-really, T. she murmured.
II feel responsible for Constance"
said George, scowling impatiently at
everything. II asked her here, and II
she does anything to disgrace the FAM
lily | shall feel to blame for It, Hugh
Dudley! Would Uncle Joe or Aunt
Agnes want her to marry Hugh Dudley2
A mere-mere-" no ft term present.
ed itself. Il don't like this at ALI In
the coffee business! And I don't believe
he knows who his grandfather wasi"
Mr.. Parfitt concluded warmly.
Mrs Parfitt looked oddly demure.
Isn't the coffee business creditable,
George, dear7" she queried. "And the
Dndleys' are q very good family, really,
and everybody likes Hugh"
Il don't Hugh Dudley!-when, with
the slightest encouragement. Thomas
Danforth-"
''ohl" Mrs. Parftt murmured.
"You needn't think that has set me
! against Dudley. though. It hasn't It
isn't merely that Tom is a friend of
mine; it's the difference in the two fell
lows Toms a brick-a brick Tom Dam
forth isl' said Mr.. Parftt, with an en-
phasis hat amounted to aerceness
And for Constance Bergen to DELHI
erately take up with the worse man Of
the two when she might have the
better-it gals mel Til-neSer invite her
here again-nor anybody elseln
He flung back into his chair.
II think Conny 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"
NO" emphatically.
Heheard 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 q
sight which caused him to utter an ex-
asperated growl. Hugh Dudley war
driving up briskly ii 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.
US Miss Bergen" the caller began,
with q questioning smile, offering to
shake hands.
Mr.. Parftt ignored his hand.
She is not at home" he said, DELHI
erately. with no trace OF his accusing
conscience in his displeased face.
To admit Hugh Dudley and hear him
and Constance chattering aud giggling
for 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 fal-
tered. embarrassed between his disap-
pointment and his awe Of Mr.. Parftt's
stern looks.
Il have not the slightest idea"
George responded
Would the fellow keep him there ut
tering m~endacities all day! Not but
that the cause was good and sufficient,
but he was not accustomed To lying.
I'm sorry Hugh Dudley declared.
He fingered, looking touchingly IN
happy, only Mr.. Parftt was not
touched He looked as though be was
waiting 70 shut the door, and the Wis
itor reiterated down the steps and into
his cart.
Ellen bad b 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. par6tf d-.&L a-4