The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-08

i That night he was glum all supper
/ time. aud afterwards buried himself Ii
the day before's newspaper till bedtime.
When morning came. he fingered about
after breakfast was over, with no o.
tcnsible reason, at last made feint Of
starting, and then came back again.
ooh, by the way" he said, with 3
finc air OF carclessness. ~ had 70 bor-
row some money yesterday"
"Iiow mnch2" asked his better half.
with little blush.
Five dollarA
"what for?" trembicd on MIRA Dcia-
meters lips. but she did not shy II. She
amply handed him tho exact sum.
II guess you'd better lot me have
little for car fares while you're about
! it,
A tcn-cent piece was carefully select
ed and laid In his palm.
Mr. Delamotef did not forget his
straitcned condition that day. He re-
membcrcd Il, of course, whcn he sent
the bill 70 his friend, no felt II when
he passed fruit stand on which were
displayed some particularly iine
oranRcs; II was recalled 10 his atten-
tion when the little lame boy with
Z Calmly HlHN0 HIS VtUNl E0Allao Va NAA-
oiilce; II was painfully present 70 his
mind when man with q subscrip.
tion paper whereon figured the name
of Dolnmeter came 70 collect the
money subscribed; and tho lack was
keenly appreciated when he had 70
forcgo buying his usual evening paper.
The third day ho braecd up, aud
with d reluctance he was wholly una-
bic to conceal requested the means
Iwherewlth TO buy pair Of light trona-
era
The fourth day WINS Sunday. Mr..
Delametcr Thought Oh the contribution
box, and decided he wouldn't attend
church Ills head felt badly, lie said.
| The flfth day the GROCER called IT tho
Office Tor his pay, and Mr.. Delameter.
mumbIing something about pocket
book and other pants" sent him TO
4 the house.
The sixth day Mrs, Delametcr, with
lunlookcd-for generosity. gave him atty
cents when lie nslked for car fare, and
on tile strength Of this he hailed aman
with Strawberries, ON the way home ~
might bought Two boxes. and found be
was six cents short.
The seventh dry Mr.. Dclameter real
lied that the experiment was not work
ling quite III the way he meant Il should.
so he pulled himself together and bold
lily asked for ten-doiIar bill
.'ANhat for?', queried his wife. as
though with an effort
.I-well, ! want 70 get : pair of
boots.
Mems boots come high, don't
& ft...s4tt faftaa.xa ~ l. sss4flt
an artificial smile. rs she opened her
pocketbools.
"0h, the boots won't be more than
fonr dollars, probably, but guess can
make away with the rest. "
Mre. Delametep hesitatcd. blnshed.
bit her LII, then slowly handed out
two two-doliar bills and silver half
dollar.
II guess that will do you, this time. :.
she murmured. with downcast eyes,
Mr., Delameter giared at her and
made al though he would cast the
money from him. Then suddenly he
seemed to recollect something and .
brilliant red color famed up from the
edge of his white shirt collar to the
roots OF his hair. He damned the
money viciously into his breast pocket,
made use Of some word Indicative Of
extreme anger and flung himself out 81
the house, slamming the. door with
great vehcmencc behind him.
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 70 her -
sailed her at intervals all through tho
day.
i When Mr.. Delameter did actually
come home at the usual hour she hard
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. Delameter had 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 tho
carpet, and dropped the bone Of com
tention, the pccketbook. into his lap,
and fed.
He caught her dress before she had
fed very far, and drew her back.
Fannie he said. with whimsical
seriousness, do you believe there Is
money enough In this pocketbook TO
induce some muscular man to kick me
all deserve to be kicked?'s
s.0h, Tomr' sobbed Mrs. Delameter.
''can you ever forgive me2 You don't
know how l hated to be So hatefulrs
'0h, come nowi Doyou pretend TO
say you didn't enjoy it?n
f'.Of course aidn'tp' was the indig-
nant answer; and then Mr. Delameter
threw his head back, and laughed and
Iaug he'd.
Finally he sobered down. well, .
he said, In q very business-like way,
now wen have this thing AIRED up.
Have you any idea how much our house
hold expenses are?"
II have kept account Of that and Of
my personal expenses" said Mrs. Della
meter, bringing him the book. sbut
did not know how much you earned Or
bow much your expenses were. /"
! Mr.. DeIameter glanced at the neat
columns. and turned over the leaves to
look at the footing-up for the whole
year He seemed to be surprised at
the total, and made rapid mental cal-
culation. Then he gave vent TO : long,
low whistle.
Fannie" he declared, soIemnly.
'.you are dear little economical whits
angel; yand am well, you don't allow
me to 4se the sort Of language that
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