Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1895-03-06

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the box, while Lncile gazed at him with
wide open eyes.
II see, said Corin without relaxing
his frown. you've come about the
Turkish embroidery, suppose -
Exactly, replied Applegarth
promptly.
1T seems to me that shopkeepers dc
quite enough in their showrooms to in
dnce people to spend money uselessly
without pestering them at home -
''We only venture to call ON our old
customers, explained the young man
apologeticaliy, and really this en-
broidery is SO very beautiful.
eyes, | dare say, interrupted the
banker, but particularly dislike that
sort of thing So gaudy and'-
s'Oh, excuse me, assure you the col
ors are most baautiful
my good manr' exclaimed Mr..
Corin, checking what looked like tend
ency to display his wares, ''it's quito
useless. Mrs Coriu does not wish for
any of your embroidery
"Oh, but do. Gilbert" put in Lu-
cile anxiously. II do very much.''
''There is a lovely strip here for e20,"
interposed 1s9plegarth at random
s'Twenty p5aEasi" cried the banker.
Twenty poundsl Perfectly preposter-
ous Certainly not. We don't want your
embroidery; we won't have it, do you
understand? Good morning"
"Good morning. replied the other
quietly, taking up the bandbox.
"Oh, but won't you leave the box?"
cried Lucille hurriedly, "perhaps'-
''No, no, take it away; hate that
sort of thing numbering up the place"
Applegarth bowed, and the door
closed on him-and the box. The next
moment Lucile's sobs caused her hus-
band to turn toward her with astonish-
ment.
"What ON earth is the matter?''
A fresh burst of weeping was his only
answer.
What's wrong, Lucile?''
you are--so-unkind-
came brokenly from behind the flimsy
bit of embroidered muslin that did duty
for handkerchief.
"Unkind? What nonsensel Because l
won't let you throw away money by
handfuls on mere nonsense?"
st isn't nonsense Besides you al
ways say that-you never do anything
to please me now!'
MY dear child" he said soothingly
as the little frame shook with hysteric-
al emotion.
"Oh, know, you don It care about
me now. You think I'm silly and friv-
olous and''-
81 think you the sweetest little goose
in the world" he calculated as he drew
her hands away from her face and look
ed into pair of blue eyes that possessed
the rare and enviable.quality of looking
all the prettier through few tears.
''No, you don't,' and big drop that
had trembled on the eyelashes fell with
a splash upon his hand, and Lucille
knew by experience that the battle was
won. "You never let me have my own
way"
SIS it about the ball tonight" he
asked coaxingly. II didn't mean it, of
course "
''It ism that, she said, with shake
of the head, and only half yielding to
his encircling arm.
Surely you wouldn't cry about the
embroidery, darling?''
II did want it so much, and''-
"You silly chiIdl Well, dry the tears.
You shall have it. Well send after the
man at once. He can't have got very
far, OF I'll go round to Liberty myself
Will that do?"
Before Lucille could answer, however,
the maid appeared at the door holding
the fateful green box.
please, madam, the gentleman said
that perhaps the box had better be left
till the firms cart called for it. -
''There, isn't that lucky?" said Mr..
Corin as he smilingly placed the box ON
his wife's lap ''Now you've got all
you want
i
But having taken out every separate
piece of embroidery several times Mrs.
Corin did not think it so lucky, She
found that she had by no means get all
she wanted, and while she cried with
rage Wilfrid Endicott and his friend
shouted with laughter Of such con-
trasts is our little life composed. Lon
don Truth.