The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1903-06-04
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never to have money to spare for rub
bish.'"
CoaXing. caresses. ETC., accomplish
their work. for half hour later Mr..
Wellings leaves the house with only
sufficient funds in his pocket for the
bare necessary expenses incurred dur
ing the day.
"Ah." says Mrs. Wellings. smilingly
watching her husband disappear
around the corner. "Tony's only fault
is his stinyiness. This will be an ex-
cellent lesson for him. I'm sure!
"Weli. shall show Marian Low i
can MANAGE" says Mr.. Wellings. strid-
ing rapidly on.
Seated in the car. he D2tiiinkS him.
self of his paper. True enough, he has
forgotten to bring it. The search in
both of his coat pockets proved vain
one.
Here Johnny" to little newsboy
just entering, "a paper, please
Then. recollecting his cash allowance
too late. he has not the courage to re-
fuse the paper now in his hands. He
dislikes becoming a special object of
interest to the rest of the passengers.
and so the nickel intended for the ride
home is handed out. the change re-
ceived. and Mr.. Wellings forgets the
columns of the paper.
An hour or so later Mr.. Wellings is
interrupted by his young clerk. who.
thrusting his head in the open door, ex-
claims:
'The scrub lady's come from the
house and says she wants her pay"
'"Tell Mrs. Riley to come tomorrow.
replies Mr.. WellinSs. veXed within him
self at refusing the poor woman. Ma
rian sent her here. | suppose I'm nj.
most tempted to break my VOW r"t to
spend anything but what she giv.- me-
You're fool, Anthony Wellings. for
being cajoled into any such bargain"
mutters he. slowly resuming his bust
ness duties.
Twelve o'clock. the usual lunch hour
arrives at last. Leaving the Office, he
starts toward his favorite restaurant.
Anthony Welings as l live" eS-
claims deep voice beside him. and a
heavy hand lad upo2 his shoulder
causes Mr. We::il:,s 20 lance around
In surprise.
Who is it? Can it be? Yes, It's really
his old college chum.
Hugh. old boy, how glad. very glad.
am to see your And a hearty hand
shake tcstiics his assertion. "WHorn
did you drop from? How is every body Z?
Well, now. but I'm glad to see you
Again the hands grip each other. Pm
just going to lunch. Come along, won't
you, and"-
Mr.. Wellings' handsome eyes sudden
ment
"Good heavensr' be thinks Here
am with only 80 cents for lunch" On
second thought: Hugh. you'd better
come up to the house tonight to dinner.
Important duties prevent my lingering
here. and we should be unable to talk
over old times. Come to the house.
won't you? Yes. Well, here's the adj
dress. My wife will be pleased to well
come you too. CooCby. tl!en, till later"
And the friends part It's all her
fault!' thinks Mr. Wellings almost saw
agely. How like an idiot he must
have thought me. But. by love.
couldn't tell the man had only UuHey
enough for one slim l;lHyn. Wonder i:
Marian WIS ever in such a box? Poor
little woman. Perhaps have been too
close with her
+ Many times during the day does he
have calls upon both pocketbook and
patience, one instance being especially
annoying and humiliat ing.
Mr.. Corbin called to obt:in substan-
tial aid in behalf of sick mans fam
lily.
81 can give you something tomor-
row." adds Mir. Wellings as his visitor
is about to depart.
Jenny. the flower girl, comes in too.
It has been Mr.. Wel!ings' habit to pur-
chase bouquet from the little maiden.
but today he must decline.
Late in the afternoon his wife and
little Willie come in on their way from
grandmother's to their home.
"Papa," says the little fellow, give
me money for big ball, please"
"Ask your mother. child" his father
tells him tersely.
"But ma never gives me noting, tause
she never has money to spare, she tells
me-" replies Willie disappointedly.
But she Will now. my boy, and, be-
sides, papa will buy you q fine bat.
Here. Clarke" to the elderly clerk.
''you can attend to these platters on
hand. | start for home now with Mrs.
Wellings. Come, Marian, Willie" And
together the happy trio leave the Of
fee.
Late that evening-after dinner Is
thing of the past, and the nurse has
carried Willie upstairs to bed Mr.
Wellings puts down the book of fairy
tales he has finished reading to his
eager little listener and, rising. crosses
over to his wife's chair.
Marian" he confesses frankly, tax
ing the sewing from her busy fingers
and clasping them tightly in his own
1--WE been fool. You know all mean
so spare me the recital of particulars
You shall have your wish. Is this sat
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