Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-04-04


That's just your worrying way, Frank
as if anybody could eew a button or
we'll in hurry. There, my needle has
come unthreaded.'
'Oh, Fanny sighed her husband
fairly out ofpatience at last, why didn't
you do it last night, as I begged Of youi
l shall miss the train and what little
chance we had of place in Aunt Eliz.
abeth's will will be sacrificed to your
miserable habit of being always behind
hand
Fanny gave him the shirt and began
to whimper little, but Mr.. ChickerlY
had neither the time nor tie inclination
to pause to soothe her petulant mani
festations of grief. He finished his
dressing, caught up his yalise with a
hurriedly- spoken goodby and ran down
the stairs two steps at time into the
street.
'There he goes, murmured Fanny,
and he's gone away cross with me, and
all for nothing but a miserable button
l wish there wasn't such thing as a
button in the world CA wish which,
we much miadoubt, many another wife
than Mrs. Fanny Chickerly has echoed,
with perhaps better reason.)
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down to
her little dinner a la solitaire, with a
daintily Drowned chicken, tumbler Of
current Jelly, and curly bunch Of eel
cry ranged before her, when, to her
surprise, the door opened and in walked
her lord and husband.
why, Frank, where on earth did you
come from p cried the astonished wife.
From the Office cody answered Mr..
Chickerly.
But thought you were off for
Scenersville in such a hurry
u found myself just five min utes too
late for the train. after having run all
the way to the depot
'Ch, that was too bad
Chlckerly smiled little as be began
to carve the chicken.
YES, l was a little annoyed at first !;
it did seem rather provoking to be kept
at nome by only a button
What are you going to do?
why, shall make second start to.
morrow
I'll see to it that your breakfast is
ready this time, to the second, and all
your wardrobe in trim,' said Fanny,
rather relieved at the prospect of
chance of retrieving her character.
YOU need not, haye engaged room
at hotel near the depot. | can't run
any more Tlshs.
He did not speak unkindly, and vet
Fanny felt that he was deeply displeased
with her.
But, Frank
We will not discuss the matter any
further, my loye, if you please. have
resolved to say nothing more to you
about reforms. see it is useless, and
it only tends to foster an unpleasant
etate of feeling between US. Shall !
help you to some maccaroni"
And fairly silenced, Fanny ate her
dinner with what appetite was left to
her.
Three days afterward' Mr.. Chickerly
once more made his entrance, just at
dusk, carpet bag in hand, as Fanny sat
enjoying the ruddy shine of the coal
fire and the consciousness of having per.
formed her duty in the mending and
general renovation Of her husband =
drawertnl Of shirts-a job which she
had long been dreading and postpon-
ing.
We'll, how is Aunt Eliz abeth 2 ques
toned Fanny, when her husband, duly
welcomed and greeted, had seated him
self in the opposite easy chair.
Dead was the brief reply.
Dead Oh, Frank Ofher old enemy,
apople1y
Yes
Was her will made?
ut was. Apparently she bad expected
me, on the day she herself appointed ;
and on my non arrival i'll the only train
that stops. she sent for the village law
yer, made her will, and left all her
property to the orphan asylum in Seen
ersville, with few bitter words to the
effect that the neglect other only living
nephew had induced her, on the spur
of the moment, to alter her original in
tention of leaving it to him. She died
the very next morning
'Ob, Frank, how mnch was IL!
Ten thousand dollars. You see, Fan.
ny, how much that missing button has
cost mel
Fanny Chickerly sat like one con-