The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-05-01
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A MISUNDERSTANDING.

been married only few months, yet there
was one in theirs already.
Mrs Maynard wanted fountain in
front OF their house, and white marble
statuettes on the grounds, and Mr.. Maynard
laughed at the idea.
ut would cost hundreds of dollars to
carry it out, and besides, our grounds are
too limited for such display" he objected
"But they will give such an air of eleg-
ance to the place"' said Mrs. Maynard.
Gan air of bosh," said her husband
''The fact is, Eunice, your head has been
completely turned ever since you visited
the Benefits, who can afford to have
things as they please about their vast
estate.
81 don't like to live so stability" pouted
the pretty Eunice.
Now this was scarcely fair, when one
reflected that Mrs. Maynard had been a
dressmaker before she married, living on the
top floor of shabby little house on First
street, and that an upright piano and set
of lace window curtains had seemed to her
almost too magnificent to be real.
The pretty stone cottage that Carl had
purchased at Pelham Manor with its green
lawn, the iron vases in front, and its
picturesque bay windows, was palace in
her eyes. The little maid servant, with a
white starched apron and rosy cheeks, was
better than retinue of servants, and the
books in the cosy east room represented an
entire field of literature.
But aitera few months reign over her
new Kingdom Eunice had forgotten all
this, and like a great many others who
clnuot b. content unless changes are con-
tinually occurring, pinned for something
more
THE cost would be too great, re-
moustrated Carl.
The cost is nothing said Eunicr, who
year before had been forced to count her
pennies one by one, rip, and wash her
gowns in ammonia and warm water, and
then remodel them, and mend her gloves
long after they had reached the stage of
actual shahbiness. Dear Carl. for my
sake. | should so like a fountain and"
"Eunice!' said Mr.. Maynard, brusqueiy
drawing on his overcoat, ''don't tease. I've
said once that can't afford it, Let that
he the end OF the matter"
Mrs Maynard went to her own room for
a good cry. There her sister Susie found
her. susie was the wife of a carpenter,
and had come from Brooklyn to spend the
day with Eunce.
"Well, said she, what's the matter?'
cts the fountain, Sue!" whimpered
Eunice Carl wont let me have one
"Oh!' smiled her sister, a little malic-
iously, Il always told you he wasn't so
devoted as he seemed. They soon tire of a
new toy"
81 don't care" sobbed Eunice. "In
visit Libby Ferris! I'll 90 to Connecticut,
and see if Carl don't miss me!'
"That's right, my dear" approved the
sister, who had always envied Mrs. May
nard her prosperity. "He needs a lesson
like that 1t will do him good And you
know | can run up occasionally and keep
an eye on things "
"Going away" said Carl, when, with
considerable dignity, Mrs. Maynard i'm
parted her determination to him that even
ing. "All right, my dear. How long do
you intend to be gomez
"a couple of weeks or month; it de-
ponds" said Eunice, with dignity. She
thought her husband might have displayed
some regret at her intended departure.
''Susie says she will come up occasionally
to instruct Betsy, ami SHE'LL
She need not trouble herself to do
that, said Carl, hastily. "My thanks to
her, of course but really it is not necessary.
Betsy can manage very we'll, and | prefer
to he alone. y
And so firm were his resolutions upon
that point that his sster-in-law found her.
self excused from visiting him during his
wife's absence
After Mrs. Maynard had been about
three days with her friend, Libby Ferris,
she received the following letter from her
vigilant sister
"Dcar Eunicc:-Do not be overwhelmed
by the news | have to write. Calm your
self and meet it bravelv. 1t is as | have