Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-06-04

compacently drew Forth a. opened his
pocketbo0k. His feelings nj nat interest
ing moment may Ire b'irpr r"agiuoi than
described as the noyelsts say
That night lac was gVm all supper time
and afterward buried himself in the day
before's newspaper ill he!timo Wien
morning came, he fingered about after
breakfast was over with no osteusible rem
son, at last made a icint NJ starting and
then came back again.
"Oh, by the way" he said, with a fine air
of carelessness, II had 10 borrow some
money yesterday
"How much,' asked his better halt with
little blush
Five dollars
What fory" trembled on Mrs. Delame.
ter's lips. but she did not say il She sim
ply handed him the exact sum.
Il guess you'd better let me have a little
for car fares while your about it,"
A l0-cent piece was carefully selected and
laid in his palm.
Mr.. Delameter did not forget his straiten.
ed condition that day He remembered it,
of course when he sent the bill to his friend.
He felt it when he passed fruit stand on
which were displayed some particularly
fine oranges 1t was called to his attention
his usual round of the flee 1t was pain
fully presented to his mind when IA man
with a subscription paper, whereon figured
the name of Delameter came 10 collect the
money subscribed, and the lack was keenly
appreciated when he had to forego buying
his usual evening paper
The third day he braced up, and with a
reluctance he was wholly unable to con
ceal requested the means wherewith to buy
a pair OF light trousers He secretly decid
ed to go without the necktie and socks he
had intended getting at the same time till
another month, aud as the garment was Of
cheaper quality than he had originally
thought Of having he had enough money to
carry him through the day.
The fourth day was Sunday Mr.. Della
meter thought Of the contribution box and
decided he wouldn't attend church His
head ached, he said
The fifth day the grocer called at the Of
fee for his pay, and Mr.. Delameter, mum
bling something about 'pocketbook in 9th
er pants" sent him TO the house, though in
former days he had pooh poohed the idea of
that being the more convenient way and
had decreed that the grocer should come to
the Office for his money.
The sixth day Mrs. Delameter, with I'M
looked for generosity. gave him 80 cents
when be asked for car fare, and on the
strength of this he hailed a man with straw
berries on his way home at night, bought
two boxes and found he was 8 cents short.
The seventh day Mr.. Delameter realized
that the experiment wasn't working quite
in the way he meant it should, so he pulled
himself together and boldly asked for a $40
bill.
"What fors" queried his wife, as though
with an effort
"I-well, | want to get pair of boots"
MEMS boots come high, don't theyf" fall
tered Mrs. Delameter, with an artificial
smile as she opened her pocsetbook.
"Oh, the boots won't B more than "a
probably, but guess can make away with
the rest"
Mrs Delameter hesitated, blushed, bit her
lip, then slowly handed out two s. bills and
silver half dollar.
II guess that will do you this time" she
murmured with downcast eyes
Mr.. Delameter glared at her, and made as
though be would cast the money from him.
Then suddenly he seemed to recollect some
thing, and 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 ex-
treme anger and flung himself out Of the
house. slamming the door with great We
hemence behind him.
Mrs Delamrter threw herself face down.
ward 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, assaiied her at inter
walls all through the day.
When Mr.. Delameter did actually come
home at his usual hour. she hardly dared
raise her eyes to his face But he was very
quiet and did not slam things and hardly
looked up from his food all tea time.
When Mrs Delameter had cleared up the
dishes, she slipped up behind her husband
as he sat in the bay window with his ell
bows on his knees, his face between his
hands and his eyes on the carpet and
dropped the bone Of contention. the pocket
book, into his lap and fled.
He caught her dress before she had got
very far and pulled her back.
Fannie" he said with whimsical serious
ness, do you believe there is money enough
in this pocketbook to induce some mus
cular man to kick me all | deserve to be
kicked"
"Oh, Tom" sobbed Mrs. Delameter, can
you ever forgive meE lou uOu't KNOW now
hated to be so hatefulr'
"Oh, come now! Do you pretend to say
you didn't enjoy it,"
"Of course didn't" was the indignant
answer, and then Mr.. Delameter threw his
head back and laughed and laughed.
Finally he sobered down. WELL" he
said, in very businesslike way, now we'll
have this thing fixed up. Have you any
idea how much our household expenses
arei"
II have kept an account Of that and OF
my personal expenses" said Mrs Delame-
ter, bringing him the book, but didn't
know how much you earned, or how much
your expenses were.
Mr.. Delameter glanced at the neat col
umns and turned over the leaves to look at
the footing up for the whole year. He gave
low whistle
Fannie" be said, you are a dear little
economical angel"
Then be proposed that whenever he was
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