Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-03-27

learn the spirit of their superiors,
md Hester knew that young Mrs.
Mildmay was not particularly partial
to her husbands stepmother. 81 took
the order myself, and it ain't likely
should be mistook.
chester is quite right" said Mrs.
Rufus Mildmay, who came in at that
moment, o handsome brunette, in Q
pink cashmere morning dress, trimmed
with black relyet-rather contrast to
the neat, calico gown which her
mother-in-law was accustomed to wear
about her morning avocntions OF
home. "And do I wish, mamma, you
wouldn't interfere -
The old lady's serene brow flushed.
"My DEAR" she demonstrated, 81
do not wish to meddle with your con-
Germs, but I really fear that Rufus'sin'
come"
"Rusus's income is his own, to
spend as he pleases!" interrupted the
young lady. "And you seem to for,
get, mamma, that people don't live
nowadays as they did when you were q
girl"
Mrs. Mildmay said nothing more.
It was not the first time, nor yet the
second, that she had been given to un.
derstand, by Mrs. Rufus, that her in,
terposition in household affairs was
unwelcome.
The stepson, whom she loved with
as fond a devotion as if he had been
her own child, had married beauti-
full city girl, and settled in New York.
So far all was we'll, although Mrs.
Mildmay had secretly hoped that he
would love sweet Alice Acton, the
clergyman's daughter, of Pole Hill,
and sottle down on the old farm, as
his father before him had done.
Yet, if Rufus was happy, she also
would rejoice, she assured herself,
even although he preferred Rosamond
Thursby to Alice Acton, and q city's
hustle to the sweet peace of the wales
and glens.
If Rufus was happy! Yes, there
was the question. And sometimes Mrs.
/ Mildmay feared chat he was not, in
spite of his smiles and assumed cheer.
| fulness.
It had been his fondest hope that
his mother might be one of his house,
hold after his marriage. Mrs. Mild
may had hoped so, too; but after this,
her first visit, she felt that the dream
was in vain.
soil and water will not MIX" che
said to herself, with sigh; "and l be-
long to q past generation"
AS she left the store closet, where
Rosamond aud her cook were holding
counsel as to a proposed dinner party,
she went slowly and spiritlessly up the
breakfast room, where Rufus was read
ing the morning paper before the fire.
stRufus," she said, little abruptly,
sI think had better go back to The
Hemlocks this week"
'tMother !" he demonstrated.
'G don't think that Rosamond wants
ne here" Rufus NIildmay reddened.
sI hope, mother" he said," she has
not said anything to-"
cit is not natural that she should
need my presence, said the old lady,
gently. ri might have known it;
now am certain of it. Home is the
best place for me. But remember one
thing, dear Rufus. Do not outspend
your income. Rosamond is young
and thoughtless. You yourself are
inexperienced
s0h, it's all right, mother!" said
the young man, carelessly. "But !
did hope that you could be happy here.
Mrs. Mildmay shook her head.
sI shall see you sometimes, said
she. '1f ever you ore in trouble,
Rufus---you or Rosauond, either---you
will know where TO come"
So the old lady went away from the
pretty bijou of house in Parabole
Place, with its bay windows, its Tur-
conan portieres and the boxes OF
flowers in all the easements.
"Rosamond," said the young hus-
band, as he studied over the list of
weekly bills short time subsequently,
81 believe my mother was right. We
are outrunning our income.
"Pshaw!" said Rosamond, who was
sewing point lace on rose-colored
satin reception-dress; ''what has put
that ridiculous idea into your head,
Rufus?"
''Facts and figures, answered Rufus.
"Just look here, Rosie"
"But I don't want to look" said
Rosamond, impatiently turning her
head away, ''and I won't---so there
Of course one can't live without
money, especially if one goes into
society,""
Rufus whistled under his breath.
tBut, Rosamond," said he, "if q
mans income is q hundred dollars q
month, and he spends two hundred,
how are the accounts to balance at the
years end?"
s'I don't know anything about bal
ances and accounts" said Rosamond,
with sweet, sportive laugh. GLOW
do you like this dress, Rufus J" hold
ing up the cleaning folds of the pink
satin. "I shall wear it on Thursday
evening""
"Do you think, Rosie" said the
young man, gently, "that it is wise
for us to go SO much into society on
our slender income?"
"That arrow came from your moth
er's culver, Rufus!" said Rosamond,
with another laugh. ''She was always
preaching about your income. ;"
"And, after all" said Rutus, fwhat
do we care for the fashionable people
To whose hnnses WE ro. aud whom we