The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1893-06-08

highest priced restaurant III the vIcin
ity, ordered dinner in keeping with
the place, leisurely discussed it with
his friend, and at its close complacent
ly drew forth and opened: his pocket
book. His feelings at that interest
ing moment may be better imagined
that described, as the novelists say.
That night he was glum all supper
time and afterward buried himself in
the day before's newspaper till bed
time. When morning came, he lin
gered about after breakfast was over
with no ostensible reason, at last made
a feint at starting and then came back
again.
''Oh, by the way" he said, with q
fine air Of carelessness, Il had to bor-
row some money yesterday"
How much ?" asked his better half,
with little blush.
Five dollars"
What for?" trembled on Mrs. De
lameter's lips, but she did not say It.
She simply handed him the exact sam.
Il guess you'd better let me have a
little for car fares while you're about
it."
A 10-cent piece was carefully Sc
lected and laid in his PLAN.
Mr.. Delameter did not forget his
straitened condition that day. He re
Remembered it, of course. when he
sent the bill to his friend. He felt it
when he passed fruit stand on which
We're displayed some particularly fine
oranges. 1t was called to his atten-
ton when the little lame boy with
candy made his usual round Of the
Office. It was painfully presented to
| his mind when q man with subscrip-
ton paper, whereon figured the name
OF Delameter, came to collect the
money subscribed, and the lack was
keenly appreciated whom he had to
fOrego buying his usual evening pa
per.
The third day be braced up, and
with reluctance he was wholly un-
| able to conceal requested the means
wherewith to buy pair of light trous-
ers. He secretly decided to 90 with
ont the necktie and socks he had in
| tended getting at the same time till
another month, and as the garment
was cheaper quality than he had orig
inally thought of having he had
enough money to carry him through
the day.
The fourth day was Sunday. Mr..
Delameter thought of the contribu-
ton box and he decided he wouldn't
attend church. His head ached he
said.
The fifth day the grocer called at
the office for his pay, and Mr. Della
meter mumbling something about
''pOcketbOOk IN other 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
unlocked for generosity. gave him so
cents when he asked for car fare, and
on the strength Of this he hailed a
man with strawberries on his way
home at night, bought two boxes and
found he was cents short
The seventh day Mr.. Delameter re
allied that the experiment wasn't
working quite in the way he meant it
should, so he pulled himself together
and boldly asked for a SO bill.
What for?" queried his wife, as
though with an effort.
'I-well, [ want to get a pair of
boots"
MEMS boots come high, don't they?
faltered Mrs. Delameter with an arti-
ticial smile as she opened her pocket
book.
'Oh, the boots won't be more than
81 probably, but [ guess l can make
away with the rest"
Mrs. Delameter hesitated, blushed,
bit her lip, then slowly handed out
two - bills and a silver half dollar.
Il guess that will do you this time"
she mumured 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 a
brilliant red color famed up from the
edge of his white shirt collar to the
roots Of his hair He iammed the
money viciously into his breast pocket,
made use Of some word indicative Ct
extreme anger and flung himself ont
of the house, slamming the door with
great yehemence behind him.
Mrs. Delameter threw herself face
downward on the lounge and cried.
| The terrible fear that she had offend
ed him beyond forgiveness, and that
he would never return to her, assailed
her at intervals all through the day.
When Mr. Delameter did actually
come home at his usual hour, she hard
ly 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 win
dow with his elbows on his knees, his
face between his hands and his eyes
Ola the carpet and dropped the bone
of contention, the pocketbook, into his
lap and fled.
He caught her dress before she had
got very far and pulled 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
al deserve to be kickedr'
'Oh, Tom sobbed Mrs Delameter.
''can you ever forgive me? You don't
know how | hated to be so hatefulw
''Oh, come now. Do you pretend
to say you didn't enjoy it,"
"Of course | didn't was the In
dignant answer. and then Mr.. Della
meter threw his head back and laugh
ed and laughed.
Finally he sobered down. Well
he said, in a very businesslike way
now We'll have this thing fixed up
Have you and idea how much oul
household expenses are7"