The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-07-29

That night he was Rlum all supper
\ TING, and afterwards buried himself In I
the day lrforc's newspaper till bedtime.
When morning came. he fingered about
after breakfast was over with no o.
tensihle reason. az last made n feint Of
starting, md then carnr back again.
'Oh. by the way" he said, with .
fine mir Of earelessncss, II had 70 bor-
rev some money yesterday"
"llow mueh2" asked his better half,
with a little blush.
give dollars
what fer9" trcmblcd an Mrs Dela-
meters lips, but she did not say IL She
simply handed him the exact sum.
| II guess you'd better let mo have n
little fol car fares while you're about
III
A tcn-ccut piece WINS carefully select
ed and laid in hisNpalm-
Mr.. Delameter did not forget his
straiiened condition that day. lie RE-
mcmhered II, 81 course. when he sent
the bill TO his friend; he felt II when
he passed fruit stand on which we're
displayed some particularly fine
4 oranges; IL was recalled to his atten-
ton when the little lame boy with
candy mado his usual rounds Of the
office; II was painfully present to his
mind when man with a subscrip.
tion paper whercon figured the name
lof Delametcr came to collect the
money subscribed; and the lack was
keenly appreciated when he had 70
iorcgo buying his usual evening paper.
Tho third day he braccd up. and
with reluctance he WAS wholly una
BILE 20 conceal requested the means
whcrewith 70 buy pair Of light trous-
Eers,
The fourth dny was Sunday. Mr..
| Delameter thought 81 the contribution
box, and decided he wouldn't attend
4 church. His head felt badly, he said.
The tifth day the grocer called ~ the
Office for his pay, and Mr. Deiameter,
mumbIing something about pocket
book" and other pants" sent him 70
the house
! The sixth day Mrs. Delameter, with
unloolsed-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 NJ
night, bought two boxes. and ionnd he
was six cents short.
The seventh dry MIR. Dctameter real
| lied that the experiment was not work
ing quito Ia the way he meant It should,
80 he pulled himself together and bold
ly asked for a ten.dollar bill
what for2r quericd his wife, as
though with nm effort.
| .'I--well, ! want 70 get pair Of
boots. -
| Mems boots come high. don't
theyY' faltered Mrs Delameter, with
an artificial smile, as she opened her
pockctbook
"Oh, the boots won't be more than
four dollars, probably, hut guess can
make away with the rest
MIRA Dclametcr hesitated, blnshed.
bit her LIP, then slowly handed out
two two+dollar bills and a silver half
dollar
| II guess that will do you. this time. Z
she murinured, with downcast eyes.
Mr. Delamctcr giared nt her and
made as though he would cast the
money from him. Then suddenly he
seemed To recolleet something and q
brilliant rcd color famed up from the
edge Of his white shirt collar to the
roots Of his hair. He damned the
money yiciously into his breast pocket,
made use OF some word indicative Of
extrenc anger and fluAg himself out Of
the house, siamming the door with
great vehenence behind him.
Mrs Delameter threw herself face
downward on the lounge and cried and
cried The terrible fear that she had
offended hun beyond forgiveness and
thut he would never return to her as
sailed her at intervals all through tho
day
When Mr.. Delameter did actually
come home at the usual hour she hard
lily dared raise her eyes to his face. But
he was very quiet, did not slam things
3 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.
land 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 70
induce some muscular man to kick me
| ALL deserve To be kicked?'
ooh, Toni" sobbed Mrs. Delameter,
r'can you ever forgive me2 You don't
know how hated to be so hatefulr'
'.Oh, come nowl Doyou pretend 70
say you didn't enjoy it2''
''of course didntr' was tho indig-
uant answer; and then Mr.. Delameter
threw his head back, and laughed and
ttaug he'd
Finally he sobered down Well,
Inc said, In a very business-lilke way,
.snow we'll 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
J meter. bringing him the book. but
did not know how much you earned o.
} how much your expenses were. n
) Mr.. DelameterN glanced at the neat
j columns. and turned over the leaves e
! look at the footing-up for the whole
5 lyear. He seemed to be surprised Al
| the total, and made rapid mental cal
culatfon. Then he gave vent to long,
) low whistle.
: Fannie" he declared, solemnly,
t lyon are dear little economical white
angel; and am well, you don't allow