Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1895-04-04
7HURM0NT frederick County, Maryland Thursday April l. 1895.


my dear; pray give me credit for that.
YOU didn't think you were marry
ing an angel when you took me, I hopeT
| No. my love. thought I wac mar
ryine very pretty little girl, whose few
faults might easily be corrected
Faults Have l any great faults,
FrankT
Little faults may sometimes entail
great consequences, Fanny
>If you scold any more l shall 60 out
Of the room.
YOU need not, for l am going myself
to pack my valise. By the way there's
a button off the shirt l want to wear
tomorrow. l wish you would come up
stairs and sew it OH for me-
u will, presently
why can't you come now?'
u just want to finish this book there's
only one more chapter
And Fannie opened her book 80 reso-
lutely that her husband thought it best
not to contest the question.
Sitting all alone iu front of the bright
FIRE, Mrs. Chickerly gradually grew
drowsy, and before she knew it she had
drifted off into the shadowy regions of
dreamlsnd.
She was reused by the clock striking
eleven.
>Dear me, how late it is! must 20
up stairs Immediately. There, l forgot
to tell the cook to haye break fast at 5
tomorrow morning and of course she's
abed and asleep by this time. III be
up early to see to it myself, that will be
just as we'll.
And laying this salyo to herconscience
Mrs. Chickerly turned off the gas, and
crept drowsily up stairs.
Fanny, Fanny, it's past S. and cook
hasn't come down stairs yet. Are you
sure you spoke to herr
Mrs. ChickerlY rubbed her eyes and
stared sleepily around.
'Oh, Frank. l forgot all about it; but
III run right up-she can haye the
breakfast ready in very few minutes
She sprang out Of bed, thrust her feet
into a pair of silklined slippers, and
threw a shawl over her shoulders.
Mr.. Chickerly bit bis lip and checked
her.
No need, Fanny.'he said,a little bit
terly, u must leave the house in fifteen
minutes or miss the only through train.
It's of no use speaking to the cook now.
u am so sorry. Frank
Mr.. Chickerly did not answer;he was
apparently absorbed in turning over the
various articles in his bureau drawer,
while Fanny sat sbivering on the edge
of the bed, cogitating how hard it was
for her husband to start on long jour.
ney that bitter morning without any
breakfast.
v can make cup of coffee myself
over the furnace fire, she exclaimed,
springing to her feet. But MIR. Chick
erly again interposed.
sit down, Fannie, please. would
rather YOU would sew this button on the
neck of my shirt. l have packed the
others-those that are fl; to wear. |
have shirts enough, bat not one in re-
pair
Fanny crimsoned as she remembered
how often, in the course Of the last
month or two, she had solemnly prom.
ised herself to devote day to the
much needed renovation Of the hus-
band shirt.
She looked round for her thimble.
II left it down stairs last night. jill
get it in minute.
The housemaid had Just kindled a
fire in the sitting room CRATE; it was
blazing and cracking cheerfuiiy among
the fresh Goals, and Fanny could not
resist the temptation of pausing a mo-
unent to warm her chilled fingers and
watch the grsenish- purple spires Of
fame shoot merrlly up the chimney, ,un,
til she heard her husba nd s voice calling
imperatively:'
Fanny. Fanny, what are yon doing%
oh. dear thought the wife as she
ran up the stairs u wish Frank would
not be 70 cross. Hes always in a
hurry
Little Mrs. Chickerly never stopped
to think that the real reason Was that
she, his wife. was never "in a hurry
The needle threaded, the thimble fit-
ted on, an appropriate button was next
to be selected.
'Oh dear, Frank, haven't one the
right size
>sew on what you have then, but be
quick
But Fanny was quite certain there
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