Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1895-04-05
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ally grew drowsy, and before she
knew it she had drifted of into th {
shadowY regions of dreamland.
She was reused by tho clock
striking IL.
"Dear me! how late it 1877 she
thought, with a little start. 81
must 60 up stairs Immediately
There, forgot to tell cook about
having breakfast at 8 tomorrow
morning, and of course she's abed
aud asleep by this time. PIl be
up early enough to see to it myself
that will be just as we'll"
And laying this salvo to heI
conscience, Mrs. Chickerly turned
of the gas, and crept drowslly up
the stairs.
"FaDny, Fanny, lts past 5, and
cook hash't come down stairs yet.
Are you sure you spoke to her last
uighl?7
Mrs. Chickerly rubbed her eyes
and started sieepily around,
"Oh, Frank, l forgot all about
speaking to her last night" she
cried, With conscience. stricken face.
"But I'll run right up-sbe can
have the breakfast ready in very
few minutes.
She sprang ont of bed, thrust
her feet into a pair of silk lined
slippers, and threw a shawl over
her shoulders.
Mr.. ChickerIy blt bis lip and
checked her.
"No need, Fanny" he SAID, a
little bitterly; "I must leave the
house IN fifteen minutes or miss
The only through tram. It's of no
use speaking to the cook DOW.
81 am so sorry, Frank"
Mr.. ChIckerly did not sn-wer;
he was apparently absorbed IN
turning over the various artic es IN
his bureau drawer, while Fanny
shivering on the edge of the bed,
cogitatng how hard it was tor her
husband to start on a long journey
that hitter morning without any
bres ktast.
~ can make a cup OF coffee my.
self over the furnace fire." she
exclaimed, sprlnglug to her feet.
But Mr.. Chlckerly again inter.
posed.
"St down, Fanny, please. l
would rather you would sew this
button on the neck OF my shirt. |
have packed the otHers-those that
are fit 10 wear. | have shirts
enough, bot not one in repair.
Fanny crimsoned as she re-.
mem bered how often, Ia the course
of the last month or two, she had
sOlemnly promised herself to de-
vote a day to the much.needed
renovation of the husoand'+ shirts.
She looked round tor her thim bic.
81 left it down stairs last night.
I'll get it 10 minute"
The hOusemaid bad just kindled
a fire in the sltting-rOom CRATE; it
was blazing and cracking cheer.
fully among the fresh Goals, and
Fanny could not +, sist the temD-
tatiOG Of pausing a moment to
warm her chilled fingers and watch
the greenlsh purple spires of fame
shoot merrily up tue chimney,
until she heard her husbands
voice calling her imperstively:
"Fanny, Fanny what are you
doingp
"Oh, DEAR thought the wife, as
rhe ran up the stairs, II Wish
Frank wouldn't be so cross. HES
always 10 hurry"
Little Mrs. Chickerly never
stopped to think that the real rea-
son was that she. his wife. was
never TN hurry"
The needle threaded, the thimble
ftte on, an appropriate button
was next to be selected.
'Oh, dear Frank, 1 haven't one
the right size!'
Sew on what you have then,
but be quickl'
But Fanny was quite certain
there was "just th 2 right burtoh'
somewhere in her work. basket,
and stopped to search for it.
There, I told YOU SOL" she cried ,
triumpbantly holding it up on the
point of her needle.
"WelI, we'll, sew it on quick"
said Mr. Chickerly, glancing at
his watch nervously.
'sThat's jnst your worrying way,
Frank, as if anybody could saw a
hutton on well IN a hurry. There!
My needle has come unthresded."
"Oh, Fanny, Fanny" sighed her
husband, fairly out of patience at