The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1913-12-24


suppose I'll have to get him a fob or
something like that, now
It was on the following evening that
Frederick Allison suddenly turned to
his wife, after dinner, saying:
ooh, Juliet, want to show you a
fob that l bought for myself today.
It's just the thing I've been wanting
for long time"
Jnliet's enthusiasm over it was much
forced as her husband might easily
have seen, and perhaps did see. After
they had dropped the subject she hap
pened to glance at his scarf pin and
a new joy sprang within her. She
would get him scarf pin for Christ
mas, for his old one was rather out
of style and never had been an ex-
expensive one, anyway.
"By the way, DEAR" said Allison
the next evening, II bought something
today that I'd like to have you look
IT."
OF course, it was a scarfpin. Juliet
knew it would be the moment she saw
the tissue paper package which he
fished out of his vest pocket. She pre-
tended, with a brave heart, to think
it was very pretty, but she fancied
that she could have made better
selection if he had only permitted her
to have the chance.
At the Office Allison had told the
boys of the splendid plan he had hit
upon for the purpose of keeping his
wife from buying impossible things
in the shape of Christmas presents
for him, and it was with great salts
faction that he reported day after day
how he was progressing.
Christmas was only week away
and Juliet lay awake long time that
night trying to think what present
she could get for her husband. There
were the new books, but he had in
formed her that he didn't want books.
They had all the standard works in
the library, and he never read any of
the modern novels, All, a happy
thought came to her. Somewhere
she had seen a metal box in which
cigars could be kept fresh and moist.
She would get box of that kind for
Frederick, dear old fellow. It hap
pened, however, that Frederick came
home the next evening with a metal
cigar box and enough cigars, as he
cheerfully informed her, to last him
all winter. Then it was that the iron
entered Juliet Allison's soul. She de-
cided to give up the idea of making
her husband Christmas present that
would be in any wise distinctive. She
would merely get him pair of gloves
and perhaps a few handkerchiefs.
Hardly had she adopted this resolution
however, before he turned to her say
ing:
81 happened to be in Witherspoon' s
this afternoon to get some shirts, and
I thought might as we'll lay in sup
ply of gloves, handkerchiefs and sus-
penders. They'll probably be sent
out tomorrow"
"I'm so glad" replied Juliet. "You
need the gloves and the handkerchiefs
too. OF course, don't know so much
about your suspenders, and / suppose
you bought all the half-hose you'll"
Eyes. l forgot to mention that.
got dozen pair"
"And you have all the cuff buttons
and studs and such things that you
need, haven't you?"
Enough to last me for a lifetime"
She went back to her chair and sat
for a long time gazing at the flames
which fiickered around the gas log.
The daily paper was lying on the table
1T her elbow, and her glance at length
fell upon some large black letters
which presently resolved themselves
into words. Then she read this ad-
vertisement: