The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-23

0Atn morning cdfncs nc ltnNcft<l apout
after breakfast was over. with no os.
tensihlc reason. al last made foint ~
starting, and then camc back again,
.'Oh, ~ the way" hc said, with a
/ fine air Of carclcssness, Il had 10 Dor
row some money yesterday"
j slow muehg@ asked his better half,
with little blush
Give dollars
what forgn trembled on Mira Della
meters lips, but she did not say Il She
Esimpiy handed him the exact sum.
II guess you'd better let me have 4
little for car fares while you're about
III"
i A ten-ccnt piece was carefully select
ed and laid In his palm.
1 Mr.. nelameter did not forget his
straitcned condition that day. He re-
membered II, Of course, when he sent
the bill to his friend; he feltit when
he passed a fruit stand on which were
displayed some particularly fine
oranges; II was recalled to his atten-
ton when the little lame boy with
candy made his usual rounds Of the
Office; il was painfully present 10 his
mind when d man with a snbscrip.
ton paper whcreon 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.
Tho third day he braced up, and
with i reluctance he was wholly una
bio TO conceal requested the means
| whercwith to buy q pair OF light trous-
ers.
The fourth day was Sunday Mr..
Delameter thought Of the contribution
box, and decided he wouldn't attend
church Ills head felt badly, hc said.
The fifth day the grocer called at tho
Office for his pay, and Mr. Dclametcr
mumbIing something about pocket
book" and other pants sent him 70
| the house.
/ The sixth day Mrs. Delameter, with
uniooled-for generosity, gave him fifty
cents when he asked for car fare, and
on the strength OF this he hailed man
with straw berries, on the way home at
night, bought two boxes, and found he
was six cents short
The seventh day Mr.. Delameter real
lied that the experiment WINS not work
ing quite Ia the way he meant It should,
90 no pulled himself together and bold
| ly asked for d ten-dollar bill.
What for7" queried his wife. us
though with an effort.
.sI-weil, ! want 70 get = pair Of
boots
Mems boots come high. don't
they2'' faltered Mrs. Delamcter. with
an artificial smile, as she opened her
pockctboolx.
..Oh. the boots won't be more than
four dollars, probably, but guess Gun
make away with the rest"
Mrs. Delameter hesitatcd, blushed,
bit her lip then slowly handed out
two two-dollar bills and silver half
dollar.
II guess that will do you. this time. I"
she murmured, with downcast eyes.
Mr.. Delnmetcr glared ut 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 jammed the
money viciously into his breast pocket,
made use Of some word indicative Of
extreme anger and AuRg himself out Of
the house, slamming the door with
great vehemence 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 10 her as
sailed her at intervals all through the
day.
| 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 the
carpet and dropped the bone Of con-
tention, the pocketbook, 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 1 deserve to be kicled2.'
"Oh, Toni" sobbed Mrs. Delameter,
"can you ever forgive me? You don't
know how hated to be so hatefuir'
"Oh. come nowl Do you pretend 10
say you didn't enjoy it2'
.Of course didn'tr was the ,indig-
nant answer; and then Mr. Delameter
threw his head back, and laughed and
Itaug he'd
Finally he sobered down. "Well, n
he said, In a very business-lilxe way,
now well have this thing hxed 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. ''but l
did not know how much youearned or
how much your expenses were. I"
Mr.. Delameter 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 ct
the total, and made rapid mental cal
culation. Then he gave vent TO long,
low whistle.
Fannie" he declared, solemnly,
..you are dear little economical white
angel; and am--well, yon don't allow
me to use the sort Of language that
would fittingly describe what I am. /"
And then Mr.. Delameter proposed
that whenever he was maid off the