The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-05-01

| better Imagined than described, ~ the
/ noveIiafs say
That night he was glum all supper
| time. and afterwards buried himself 10
| the day bcfore's newspaper It'll bedtime.
When morning came. he fingered about
after breakfast was over, with no o.
| tcnsEble reason. at last made a feint Of
starting. and then camc back again.
'Oh. By the way" he said, with =
/ fnc air Of carelessness, II had TO bor-
row some money yesterday"
.'ilow mnch7" asked his better hall,
with D little blush.
Five dollars
"What for?' trcmbled 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
| III
| ii ten-cent piece was carefully select
cd and laid In HIS palm.
Mr. Delameter did not forget his
slraitcned condition that day. He re-
mcmbered II, OF course, when he sent
the bill 10 his friend; he felt II when
be passed fruit stand on which were
ldisplayed some particularly fine
oranges; Il was recalled To- his atten-
ton when the little lame boy with
candy made his usual rounds Of the
office; II was painfully present TO his
mind when man with subscrip-
tion paper whereon figured the name
Iof Dclameter came to collect the
money subscribed: and the lack was
kccnly appreciated when be had TO
forego buying his usual evening paper.
The third day he braced up, and
with reluctance he was wholly una
bic 10 conceal requested the means
whcrcwlth to buy pair Of light tEons-
erR
The fourth day was Sunday. Mr..
Delamcter thought Of the contribution
box, and decided he wouldn't attend
church His head felt badly, he said.
The fifth day the grocer called at the
Office for his pay, and Mr. Delameter,
mumbling something about pocket
book and other pants sent him to
the house.
The sixth day Mrs. Delametef, with
unlookcd=for generosity. gave him fifty
cents when he asked for car fare, and
on the strength Of this he hailed man
Il
night, bought two boxes, and found he
was six cents short
The seventh day Mr.. Defameter real
lied that the experiment was not work
| ing quite In the way he meant It should,
so he pulled himself together and bold.
" asked for ten-dollar bill.
What for7" queried his wife. as
though with an effort
we'll, want to get = pair Of
boots,
Mems boots come high, don't
they2" faltcred Mra Delameter, with
an artificial smile. as she opened her
4 pocketbools.
ooh, the boots WON'T be more than
four dollars, probably, but guess can
make away with the rest. .
Mrs Delameter hesitated. 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 murmured, with downcast eyes.
Mr.. Delameter giared at her and
i made as though he would cast the
money from him. Then suddenly he
seemed 10 recoliect something and a
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
Iextrcme anger and flung himself ont Of
the house, slamminR the door with
Igreat vchcmence behind him.
Mrs. Delaneter threw herself face
4 downward on the lounge and cried and
cried. The terrible fear that she had
i offended him beyond forgiveness and
that he would never return to her as
sailed her at intervals all through the
day.
i When Mr.. DeIameter did actually
come home at the usual hour she hard
Fly 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. Delamcter had cleared up
the dishes, she slipped up behind her
husband rs 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 Of con-
teution, the pocketbook, into his lap,
and fled.
| He caught her dress before she had
Iied 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?''
"Oh, Toni sobbed Mrs. Delameter,
..can Won ever forgive mc2 You don't
know how hated to be so hatefulr'
t'Oh, come nowl Do you pretend to
say you didn't enjoy it2''
'sOf course didn'tI' was the indig-
Inant answer; and then Mr. Delameter
threw his head back, and laughed and
llaug he'd
Finally he sobered down. WELL
he said, In a very business-like way
now we'll have this thing fixed up
Have yon any idea how much our house
tfoid expenses are2p
II have kept account Of that, and o
my personal expenses" said Mrs. Della
, meter, bringing him the book. but
| did not know how much you earned o.
, how mnch5your expenses were.
] Mr. Dela4netcr glanced TT the nea
! columns. and turned over the leaves Il
: look at the footing-up for the who'll
] lyear. He seemed to be surprised a
7 the total. and made rapid inental cal
culation Then he gave vent to long
) low whistle,