We believe Mrs. Uhler did not sleep very well during the night.  Her husband, however, slept “like a log.”  On the next morning, her brow was overcast; but his countenance wore a careless aspect.  He chatted with the children at the breakfast table, goodnaturedly, but said little to his wife, who had penetration enough to see that he was hiding his real feelings under an assumed exterior.

“Are you going to be home to dinner to-day?” said Mr. Uhler, carelessly, as he arose from the table.  He had only sipped part of a cup of bad coffee.

“Certainly I am,” was the rather sharp reply.  The question irritated the lady.

“You needn’t on my account,” said Mr. Uhler.  “I’ve engaged to dine at the Astor with a friend.”

“Oh, very well!” Mrs. Uhler bridled and looked dignified.  Yet, her flashing eyes showed that cutting words were ready to leap from her tongue.  And they would have come sharply on the air, had not the manner of her husband been so unusual and really mysterious.  In a word, a vague fear kept her silent.

Mr. Uhler went to his store, but manifested little of his usual interest and activity.  Much that he had been in the habit of attending to personally, he delegated to clerks.  He dined at the Astor, and spent most of the afternoon there, smoking, talking, and drinking.  At tea-time he came home.  The eyes of Mrs. Uhler sought his face anxiously as he came in.  There was a veil of mystery upon it, through which her eyes could not penetrate.  Mr. Uhler remained at home during the evening, but did not seem to be himself.  On the next morning, as he was about leaving the house, his wife said—­

“Can you let me have some money to-day?”

Almost for the first time in her life, Mrs. Uhler asked this question in a hesitating manner; and, for the first time, she saw that her request was not favorably received.

“How much do you want?” inquired the husband.

“I should like to have a hundred dollars,” said Mrs. Uhler.

“I’m sorry; but I can’t let you have it,” was answered.  “I lost five hundred dollars day before yesterday through the neglect of one of my clerks, while I was riding out with some friends.”

“Riding out!” exclaimed Mrs. Uhler.

“Yes.  You can’t expect me to be always tied down to business.  I like a little recreation and pleasant intercourse with friends as much as any one.  Well, you see, a country dealer, who owed me five hundred dollars, was in the city, and promised to call and settle on the afternoon of day before yesterday.  I explained to one of my clerks what he must do when the customer came in, and, of course, expected all to be done right.  Not so, however.  The man, when he found that he had my clerk, and not me, to deal with, objected to some unimportant charge in his bill, and the foolish fellow, instead of yielding the point, insisted that the account was correct.  The customer went away, and paid out all his money in settling a bill with one of my neighbors.  And so I got nothing.  Most likely, I shall lose the whole account, as he is a slippery chap, and will, in all probability, see it to be his interest to make a failure between this and next spring.  I just wanted that money to-day.  Now I shall have to be running around half the morning to make up the sum I need.”