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Cured in One Lesson. "Yes," said Mrs. Cameron, "I like him well aDougb, I suppose." Mrs. Cameron was jast nineteen, a bride or six months and a lovely haz«l-eyeci brunette. She had everything that heart could desire, and rio'ispquentiy wasn't exactly pleased with anything. Mrs. ^airseron liked pink, and Mr. Cameron had furnished her boudoir m rose-colour and silver. She was partial to flowers, and her husband had given a standing order to a florist to keep her wants supplied. She was fond of birds, and three or four gilded cages swung from the ceiling, each one thrilling with delicious melody, In fact, Mrs. Cameron had everything she wanted, and, as previously intimated, was far from satisfied. Like him well enough repeated Anna Clarke, who, having just graduated from echnol, thought that a young wife, who bad wedded the man she loved, ought to be ex- tremely happy. i( Oh, Mina! how coldly you speak •• Vv ell, I can't help it," said Mrs. Cameron, letting her head fall languidly back on the rose-satin puffings of the low easy chair on which she sat. "One gets tired of cake and champagne all the time. Sometimes 1 think I should be happier if Clarence didn't worship me quite so devotedly." Oh, Mma It's a bore, yon know," said the youug wife, confidently. It would be a relief if he would find fault occasionally. He'stoogood! Now, Sophia Markan is actually afraid of her husband- a. great, handsome six-footer of a fellow, with a lovely black silky beard like an Italian brigand. Oh, it must be charming to be a little afraid of one's husband 'i Now, Armina cried the astonished Miss Clarke,.i; what nonsense you are talking r' 1 dare say it may seem m<> to you, child," pid Mrs. Cameron, patronisingty. "Bat if you ever get married Of course I shall," said pretty Anna, who had not the slightest idea of being an old maid. ell, when you are about to get married doit b marry a man that is 'sugar and spica and all that's nice!' It's much too in- sipid You'd recommend, on the contrary,' snaps and snails and puppy dogs' tails,' eh? laughed Anna, also quoting the nursery' rhymes. Not exactly that, but one does get tired of perpetual honey and sunshine," said un- reasonable Armina, aa she reached out her band for her embroidery. "And now you promised to tell me all about Ruth Albright's trouseau." As it happened, MVB. Cameron's elegant parlours were separated from her boudoir by portieres. -'lr. (James on. reading his paper, sat on the other side of the draperies, and heard this conversation—an eavesdropper in spite of himself. His cheeks burned, he bit his lips, and the blood rushed in little tingling, needle-like particles through bis whole frame. Ho Mina was getting tired of him Well, after all, it was better to thoroughly compre- hend the whole state of the case. He was too amiable, was he? 31r. Cameron rose, threw aside the crumpled newspaper,and walked once or twice the lengtb of the rooms. I'll see that the fault is corrected," he said to himself with a grim smile. And he went off to business without the usual "good-bykisa" in which he uscally indulged. Mrs. Cameron went out shopping in the afternoon, and was detained a little, but ic did not worry her in the least. Clarence doesn't mind," said she, and so ■be spent an extra half-hour in deciding whether she should have tan or pearl grey for her ixew kid gloves, and whether she looked better in a hat trimmed with sweetbriar or simple field daisies. I'm a little late, I m afraid," she said, as the entered the dining-room, where Mr. C. was pacing up and down like the proverbial Mcaged lion" of romance. Late, madam I should say you were retorted her husband, in a tone which fairly made Mrs. Cameron start. "It's half-past six, if it's a second! But I suppose you think my time is of no value Clarence I've borne this long enough," went on the indignant husband. And I give you fair notice that I shall bear it no longer. Jane," to the girl," bring in the dinner at once, and to-morrow let it be served at six punctaally, whether your mistress is here or not! Yes, sir," said Jane, and she disappeared, grinning, into the kitchen. Mrs. Cameron sat down, crimson to the very roots of her hair. • Clarence," she said, with difficulty con- trolling her voic?, "is it necessary to thus insult me before the servants P Yes, madam, it is. If a wife doesn't com- prehend her duty it is high time she should be made to do so. l'Jl trouble you for a cup of coffee." .\f 1" Cameron was mortified, stunned- dazed. She WHS entirely unused to this style of domestic reproof. Almost before the. dessert —with which Mr- C. found plenty of fault, intimating that it would be better if his wife remained at home to attend to household Blatters a little more, instead of gadding abroad thu whole time—the door-bell sounded. £ it's dear mamma and Aunt Lizzie come to apend the evening," said Mina, jumping up. 'onfound 'em all roared Mr. Cameron, smiting the table with his fist, can't I have a quieti evening once in awhile ?" 1-1 told them you would take us all to the theatre to-night," hesitated Mina, the colour coming ana g^ing changefully on her fflce Indeed! May I ask, madam, who authorised you to make tbat statement," crisply queried her husband. "Am I a mere puppett in your hands, and am I supposed to have no will or desire of my own ?" Bat you will go, won't yoa, Clarence p" faltered poor Mina. "No, madam, I will not," said Mr. Came- ron, rising and looking around for his hat. "1 propose to spend the evening quietly at my club." And he bolted out of the room, nearly fall- ing over his mother-in-law in the passage, and muttering to himself: By Jove! if I'd stayed another minute those tears would have conquered me. Poor little Mina 1" It was past twelve before be returned. Never in all the experience of their married life had be been so late before. "Sitting up, eh?" said be. savagely, "Now, Mrs. Cameron, I mean to put an end, once for all, to this sort of thing," I was so anxious about you, Clarence," pleaded poor Mina. Anxious sneeringly repeated he. Do yon suppose John Markan allows his wife to ftit up for him ?" uh, Clarence, I wouldn't have you like John Markan for thewortd exclaimed Mica, bursting into tears. Wouldn't you P" said he. the faintest sus- picion of a smile glimmering under the ends of his moustache Now I thought it would be charming to be a lit tie afraid of one's hus- band, and you know Hugar and spioe and all that's nice grows insipid." Mrs. Cameron sprang to her feet. Clary Mina Din you hear what f said this morning ?" I did. Mrs. Cameron. and I thought I urould shape my conduct to suit your taste." "Don't do it. any snore. Clary," ahesaid, with a quivering lip, and her bright-jyes lifted wistfully to hIS face, don't like it; it isn't nice to be afraid of onc'j husband Jn?t as you please," said her husband, laughing. "I only wanted to adapt myself to your wishes, )tlna But i was such a g008t1!" said Mina. "Dear ()I.a",y. I have cried my eyes out to- night trying to make out what could possibly have changed you so. And you were onlv making believe all the time P* Only making believe," he acknowledged. And then they kissed and made friends, after the orthodox fashion, and their honey- moon b?gan over again for the second time. But Armina made no more complaints about Mr. Cameron being a too devoted husband.—New York Weekly.

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