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Featherston’s Story. 8 he place was as much Ann’s as hers. The more Lavinia saw of him he more she disliked him; which was perhaps unreasonable, since made himself agreeable to her in social intercourse, though he 90k care to have things his own way. If Lavinia’s will went ne way in the house and his the other, she found herself smilingly et at naught. Ann was his willing slave ; and when opinions differed he sided with her husband. It was no light charge, having a third person in the house to live ‘pon their small income, especially one who studied his appetite. ‘or a very short time Lavinia, in her indignation at affairs generally, urned the housekeeping over to Mrs. Fennel. But she had to take o it again. Ann was naturally an incautious manager ; she ordered n delicacies to please her husband’s palate without regard to cost, and \othing could have come of that but debt and disaster. That the gallant ex-Captain Fennel had married Ann Preen just o have a roof over his head, Lavinia felt as sure of as that the moon yccasionally shone in the heavens. She did not suppose he had any ther refuge in the wide world. And through something told her yy Ann she judged that he had believed he was doing better for imself in marrying than he had done. The day after the marriage Mr. and Mrs. Fennel were sitting on a yench at Dover, romantically gazing at the sea, honeymoon fashion, ind talking of course of hearts and darts. Suddenly the bridegroom urned his thoughts to more practical things. ‘“Nancy, how do you receive your money — half-yearly or juarterly ?” asked he. _ “Qh, quarterly,” said Nancy. “It is paid punctually to us by the icting trustee, Colonel Selby.” “Ah, yes. ‘Then you have thirty-five pounds every quarter.” “Between us we do,” assented Nancy. ‘“ Lavinia has seventeen younds ten, and I have the same; and the Colonel makes us each rive a receipt for our own share.” / Captain Fennel turned his head and gazed at her with a hard stare. You told me your income was a hundred and forty poundsa year.” “Yes, it is that exactly,” said she, quietly ; ‘‘mine and Lavinia’s ogether. We do not each have that, Edwin; I never meant to mply ——” Mrs. Fennel broke off, frightened. On the Captain’s face, cruel ¢nough just then, there sat an expression which she might have thought liabolical had it been anyone else’s face. Anyway, it scared her. “What is it?” she gasped. Rising rapidly, Captain Fennel walked forward, caught up some ebbles, flung them from him and waited, apparently looking to see here they fell. Then he strolled back again. \ “Were you angry with me?” faltered Nancy. ‘Had I done any- ing P” 5.3 * My dear, what should you havedone? Angry?” repeated he, in COMIC OOO <S) (CO) im