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“There has been no gentleman here to see me!”

“No one?”

“No one, dear Ammy!”

Mr. Burgess was on the point of demanding to know who was the owner of the cap which he had seen on his wife’s table, and which had now mysteriously disappeared; but emotion checked him, and he paced the floor in silence.

“This is too much!” he muttered, at length, in the bitterness of his heart. “I could endure poverty, without uttering a complaint for myself; I could endure anything but this!”

“Why, Ammy, what is the matter?” cried Mrs. Burgess, in alarm.

“Nothing–only we are beggars!” answered Hamilton, abruptly.

“Have you been unfortunate?” calmly asked his wife, affectionately taking him by the arm.

“Yes–the most unfortunate of men! I am ruined–we are beggars–but”–

“Dear Ammy, you must not let this cast you down. Business failures frequently happen, but they ought never to destroy domestic happiness. Come, how bad off are we? Are we really beggars?”

“My creditors will take everything,” answered Hamilton, gloomily.

“They will not take us from each other,” said Lizzie.

Mr. Burgess looked at his young wife with a bitter smile.

“Are you such a deceiver?” he muttered through his teeth. “Can you talk thus when you have just dismissed a lover?”

“Sir!” cried Mrs. Burgess, a glow of indignation lighting her fair face. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t deny what I say!” replied Hamilton. “You were having an interview with a gentleman when I came in.”

Lizzie trembled with indignation.

“I saw his cap on the table!”

Lizzie laughed outright. “Come here,” she said, leading her husband away.

Hamilton followed her, and she went to a bureau, unlocked a deep drawer, and opening it, called her husband’s attention to its contents.

It was half full of caps!

Hamilton looked at Lizzie in perplexity. Lizzie looked at Hamilton, and smiled.

“I suppose that you will now declare that there are twenty gentlemen in the house,” said Mrs. Burgess.

“Lizzie!”‘ cried her husband, clasping her hands, “I am already ashamed of my suspicions. I ask your forgiveness. But explain this matter to me. I am dying in perplexity.”

“Well”, replied Lizzie, archly, “I made those caps.”

“You!”

“Certainly; that is, I and Margaret. I kept my work a secret from you, because you were opposed to my exerting myself, and although you have come near surprising me more than once, I have carried on my treasonable designs pretty successfully until to-day.”

“But, dear Lizzie, how could you?”

“I can answer that question. I saw pretty clearly into your business affairs, and I knew that we could not live in this style long. So I thought I would disobey you. My cousin George, the hat manufacturer, seconded my designs, and privately sent me caps to make, nearly a year ago.”

Hamilton opened his eyes in astonishment.

“Surprising, isn’t it? But this isn’t all. You insisted on my keeping Margaret, when I might just as well have done my housework myself; I thought I would make her useful, and made her help me work on the caps. Besides, you were not satisfied if I neglected to use all the spending money you allowed me, and I pretended to use that, just to please you. Now, before you scold me for my disobedience, witness the results of my industry and economy.”

Lizzie opened her desk, and displayed to Hamilton’s bewildered sight, a pile of gold which filled him with greater astonishment than anything else.

“There,” continued Lizzie, without allowing him to speak–“there are three hundred dollars. Of course, this little sum wouldn’t make anybody rich, but I hope it will convince you that a wife’s economy and industry are not to be despised.”

“Lizzie! dear Lizzie!”

“Oh, this is nothing–only a sample of what I can do. Come, now, acknowledge your error, and say that I may have my own way in future.”

Hamilton replied by clasping his wife in his arms.

“There, say nothing more about it,” she continued. “Don’t think of your misfortunes, but remember that we can be happy even if we both have to work hard. Poverty cannot crush us; and I hope I have already convinced you that work will not make me lose attraction in your sight.”

The young husband’s heart overflowed with gratitude and joy.

“How have I misunderstood you, dear Lizzie!” he exclaimed. “You are worth more to me than southern riches; and now that I know poverty cannot crush you my mind is at ease. Lizzie, I am so happy!”

“And I may have my way?”

“Yes, always.”

“Remember this!” cried Mrs. Burgess, archly.

With a lighter heart than he had felt for many months before, Hamilton went about the settlement of his business affairs, while Lizzie devoted herself to perfecting a new system of housekeeping.

When Mr. Burgess came home at night, he was surprised at the wonderful change which had taken place during his absence.

“Don’t scold,” said his wife, regarding him with a smile; “you said I might have my way.”

“True–but what have you done?”

“I have been making arrangements to let half the house to Mr. Smith’s family, who will move in next week. They are pleasant people, and as we had twice as much room as we actually needed, I thought it best to take them. Then again, we shan’t need so much furniture, and if you like, you can sell Mr. Smith some of what we have, at a fair price.”

Mr. Burgess neither frowned nor looked displeased, nor did he ever afterwards oppose his wife’s designs. He soon found his expenses so reduced, that, with the fruits of his wife’s industry added to his own, they were able to live quite comfortably and happily; and, although he soon became engaged in more profitable business, he never again urged her to indulge in the folly of “living like a lady.”