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OUR SHORT STORY.

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OUR SHORT STORY. A REAL GOOD THING. CHAPTER I. "I don't mind your losing my money, dear," flfud Mrs. Dabbleton; "that is, I suppose I shall have to stand that part of it. But it's the disgrace of the whole affair-the family taJk." "I know it," said Dabbleton. "That's the worst part of it. What a consummate ass Was! I'm not excusing myself a bit," he went on, bitterly. And to think it was a gold mine!" Now look here," exclaimed his wife, practically, it's done, and you've told me All about it, and I've cried over it for two whole days, and you've explained how it happened over and over again, and I'm just tired to death." "I know it," said Dabbleton. It's done and can't be helped. Well, there's one thing, it might be worse. I don't know that it need make any difference in our living, anyway. Of course, your income is cut off, but I've always made enough for us both to swing along on; and, by Jove, when you come to think of it, why need any one know anything about it? Yes, when you come to think of it, there's no reason why we should say a word to any one. No one knows it but you and I, and as long as people don't notice any differ- ence in our expenses outwardly, why, they won't suspect a thing." Mrs. Dabbleton's face brightened. That's true," she said, reflectively. Of eourse, we must keep up appearances. Why, if we made the slightest change, the whole family would know it at once, and they're 10 inquisitive." "I should say they were!" exclaimed Dabble- ton. "Why, we can't move without their want- ing to know all about it. There's Uncle lamuel." "He's awful!" ejaculated Mrs. Dabbleton. "No, he isn't awful," responded Dabbleton. "Uncle Samuel is all right. lie takes a natural interest in my affairs. And, besides, you know how shrewd the old man is. Why, I wouldn't have him know I had lost this money for anything." "He'll find out if he can," replied Mrs. Dabbleton. "I really believe he goes home every Saturday night and counts up just how much you have spent." "Well, I'll fool him this time, said her hus- band, "even if we have to lean a little the other way. My dear, I cannot tell you how badly I feel about this miserable affair. But you mustn't lose confidence in me. I've got my health and a fairly good business, and I'll just put my shoulder to the wheel and make this up to you." At this point Estelle Dabbleton entered the room. "Papa," she said, with that fond, anxious look that daughters assume when they wish for something very doubtful in the getting- "papa, how about that birthday party of mine?" Dabbleton turned round decidedly, and almost took her off her feet. "You shall have it," he said. "You shall have it, and a new gown to boot, and so shall your mother." And from that day a new era dawned on the Dabbleton household. CHAPTER II. It was a bright, cheerful evening six months later. Mrs. Dabbleton sat doing fancy work, and her husband was reading a story aloud. Suddenly she stopped him and said: "Lay down your book, dear. I was just thinking how happy we have been since that money of mine was swallowed up in that gold mine. Before that happened you were worried to death all the time, and acted as if you were afraid to spend a penny. But just because you didn't want people to find out, you've been as good as you could be. Yes, Henry, you've really leaned the other way." "I've tried to; but, my dear, you mustn't think that I've done it because of mere vanity. I wanted to keep up appearances because I didn't want folks to find out I had made such a fool of myself; but also I had a feeling of remorse, and, as I said then, I was determined to make it up to you." "Well, dear, you have," replied his wife, with a look of admiration. "There! I wonder who's ringing the bell?" "That," said Dabbleton, rising and going to the door, "is Uncle Samuel, I'll bet. It's about time he paid us a visit." The door opened, and Uncle Samuel entered. "Ev'ning, Henry," said Uncle Samuel to Dabbleton. "Ev'ning, Mary," he said to Mrs. Dabbleton. "Thought I'd come round and see how you were getting on." "That's right," said Dabbleton, cordially. "Glad you did." But it was evident that Uncle Samuel was not wholly at ease. There was a pause. Then he stirred in his chair, and turned to his nephew. "Henry," he said, "fact is, I've got something on my mind. Henry, you're getting prospe- rous." Dabbleton shook his head half mournfully. "Yes, you are," said his Uncle Samuel. "Yes, you are, Henry. You can't fool an old stager like me. I've been watching you, Henry. You're getting prosperous." Dabbleton smiled. "What makes you think so, uncle?" he asked. "Well," said Uncle Samuel, "I've noticed it myself, and I've had it pointed out to me. Look at that birthday party you gave Estelle. Then you got your wife insured, and for a large amount." "Hbw did you know that?" queried Dabble- ton, amused. "Don't I know Bob Tyler, the agent?" said Uncle Samuel. "I stopped smoking to do that." "That's all right; that's always the way it affects a man when he begins to accumulate. Then look at the clothes Mary wears." His Uncle Samuel winked solemnly. It's that gold mine." "How did you know I had a gold mine?" "Well, I happened to meet Jackson one day. Now, Henry, I want to know the name of that mine. I've got a few spare hundreds to invest." Dabbleton made up his mind in a jiffy. Uncle Samuel," he said, I'm going to make a clean breast of it. That gold mine was a swindle. I lost all we had in it-every cent." Uncle Samuel got up slowly, and started to button up his coat. There was a slightly hurt expression on his shrewd old face. Then he said:— You're a pretty big liar, but I'm glad, for your sake, that you're smart enough to keep a good thing to yourself." And after he had gone Mrs. Dabbleton said to her husband' "I don't know, after all, my dear, but I'm glad you lost all that money. We've been a good deal happier since, and now we've got rid of your Uncle Samuel."

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