Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-04-05


cook now"
II nm so sorry, Frank" Nl
Mr.. Chickcrly did not answer he
was apparently absorbed IN turning
over the various articles in his bureau
drawer, while Fanny sat shivering on
the edge of the bed, cogitating how
hard it was for her husband to start on
long journey that bitter morning
without any breakfast
'1 can make cup OF coffee myself
over the furnace fire." sho exclaimed,
springing to her feet. But Mr.. Chick
erly again interposed.
"Sit down, Fanny, please. would
rather you would sew this button on
the neck of my shirt. have packed
the others-those that are fit to wear.
/ bave shirts enough, but not one in
repair"
Fanny crimsoned rs she remembered
how often, in the course of the last
month or two, she had solemnly prom
ised herself to devote q day to the
much'needcd renovation Of the hus-
bands shirts.
She looked round for her thimble.
III left it down stars last night.
I'll get it in minute"
The bousomaid had Just kindled n
fire i'll tho sitting-room crate; it was
blazing and cracking cheerfully
among the fresh conls, and Fanny
could not resist tho temptation Of
pausing moment to warm her chilled
fingers and watch the groenish-purple
spires of flame shoot merrily up the
chimney, until she heard her hus-
bands voice calling her i'm peratiyoly /:
Fanny, Fanny, what are you
doing?"
"Oh, denr," thought the wife, ms
she ran up the stairs, 81 wish Frank
wouldn't be so cross. He's always in
hurry"
Little Mrs. Chiokerly never stopped
to think that tho real reason was
TINT she, his wife, was never Gin a
hurry"
Tho needle threaded, the thimble
fitted on, nm appropriate button was
next to he selected.
ooh, dear, Frank, haven't one Che
right size"
sew on what you have then, but
be quick !"
But Fanny was quito certain there
was Just the right button" some
whero in hor work basket, aud stopped
to search for it.
"Thcre, told you sol" slfo cried,
triumphantly holding it up on the
point of her needle.
"Well, we'll, sew it on quick" said
Mr. Chickerly, glancing at his watch
ncrvously.
That's just your worrying way.
Frank, as il anybody could SOW but
ton on well in hurry. There! NY
needle has come unthreadod."
"Oh, Fanny. Fanny" sighed her
husband, fnirly out of patience ut last
why didn't you do it Inst night, as i
begged of You? shall miss tho train
and what little chance we had of n
place in Aunt Elizabcth's will will be
sacrificed to your miserable habit OF
being always bchindhand.
. Fanny gave him the shirt and be-
gan to whimper II. little, but Mr..
Chlckerly had neither tho time nor
the inclination to pause to soothc her
petnlnnt manifestations of grief He
finished his dressing, cnught up his
valise with hurricdly-spolien good
by, and ran down tho stairs two stems
at time into tho street.
There he goes" murmured Fanny,
and he's gone away cross with me,
and nil for nothing but miserable
button / wish there wasn't such II
thlnS as button i'll the worldl" "a
wish which, wo much misdoubt, many
another vito than Mrs. Fanny Chick
erly has echoed, with perhaps better
renson.)
Mrs. Chickerly was sitting down to
her little dinner n In solitaire, with n
daintily Drowned chicken. tumbler
OF currant jelly, and curly bunch of
celery ranged before her. when, to
her surprise, the door opened and in
walked her lord and husband.
"Why, Frank. whore on earth did
you come from?" cried the astopished
wife.
from the Office" coolly answered
Mr.. Chickerly.
"But thought you wore OF for
Scenersville in such hurry"
II found myself just five minutes
too lato for the train, after having run
all tho way to the depot"
ooh. that was too bad"
Chickerly smiled little as he be-
gan to carve the chicken.
Eyes, 1 was little annoyed Mt first
it did seem rather provoking to be
kept at home by only button"
"What are you going to do9"
"Why, l shall make q second start
tomorrow.
"1'll SEQ to it that your breakfast is
ready this time, to tho second, and nil
Your wardrobe in trim," said Fanny,
rather relieved at the prospect of a
chance of retrieving her character.
"You need not, I have engaged
room at hotel near the depot. I
can't run any moro risks"
He did not speak unkindly, and vet
Fanny felt that he was deeply dis