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IN MADAME MANTELLE S DRESSMAKING ESTABLISHMENT
"Oh, that will be lovely!" exclaimed Mildred, turning to Mrs. Landor. "You know I have been very extravagant, and I promised John not to buy any more expensive clothes for a while. But I can save the price of this out of my allowance, and he will never know. ' '
It was such a delightfully simple way of gratifying her love of finery that she resumed her old habits of darting from shop to shop. She now charged to her own account whatever appealed to her as irresistible.
John Barton did not again refer to the subject of her extravagance. He never doubted that she would keep her promise ; and her rich and varied wardrobe excited no suspicion in his mind, for he imagined all those costly garments to have been purchased before he cautioned her.
For a few brief weeks, Mildred was childishly happy; the time and thought that she expended on her adornment brought the rich reward of her husband 's compliments and the Undisguised admiration of their dear
est friend, Richard Lee. But one by one and two by two, and then in numbers, came the bills. Saving from her allowance had been as pitiable a failure as the resolve to economize. And now the reckoning was at hand. She had tried all the usual artifices to stave off her creditors: she had sparred for time, she had made illusory promises of speedy settlements. But now they were upon her like a pack of wolves. They not only terrified her with letters ; they invaded her home, and, flinty-hearted in face of her distress, they demanded their money, threatening to go to her husband.
"I am sorry," she said weakly, "that I have not been able to settle with you before this. But I will surely be able to do so tomorrow — I am expecting quite a large sum of money, and you shall all be paid at once."
They left the house gloomily, tho far from convinced, and the wretched woman paced the floor in an agony of remorse and terror. She