Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1838-06-13

uemcn oil Inc species OF husband, | wa
l very loath to go home TO tea; had hal
a mind to bore some bachelor friend an
when hunger and habit, in their unassum
ing manner, one on each side, walked m
up TO my own door, the touch made m,
blood run cold. But do not think Mrs
Slackwaicr is a Tartar, my good friends
because | thus shrunk from home tn,
fact was that had, while abroad, called t
mind the fate Of the twenty-five cent piece
which had invested in smoke,-that i:
TO say, cigars ; and feared to think o.
her comments upon the pockets of my pan.
taloons.
These things went for some months
we were poor to begin with, and grew poor.
er, or al any rate no richer, fast. Times
grew worse and worse; my pocket leaked
worse and worse; even m pocket book
was no longer to be trusted,-the rags
slipped from it in manner most incredi.
bic 10 relate as an Irish song says
And such was tho fate of poor Paddy O'More,
That his purse had tie more rents as he had the
fewer.
AT length one day my wife came in with
q subscription paper for the Orphans Asy.
lum. looked at it, sighed, picked my teeth
shook my head and handed it back to her.
"Ned Bowen" said she, "has put down
ten dollars"
"The more shame to him." | replied,
"he can, afford it; he can but just scrape
along any how, and in these times it is not
right or him to do it, M y wife smiled in
her sad way, and took the paper back to
him that brought it.
The next evening she asked me if
would &c with her and see the Bowens.
and ms | had no serious objections, we
started.
knew that Ned Bowen did q small blu.
siness that would give him about six hund-
red dollars a year, and ! thought it would
DO worth while 10 sec what that sum would
do in the way of house keeping. We were
admitted by Ned, and welcomed by Ned's
wife. very neat little body, Of whom my
wife had told me great deal, "a they had
been school. mates. All was as nice as wax,
and yet as substantial as iron comfort
was written all over the room. The eve.
ming passed, somehow or other, though we
had no refreshme9t, an article which we
never have at home, but always want
elsewhere, and returned to our own es.
tablishmen, with mingled pleasure and cha.
grin.
"What pity" said to my wife, ''tha,
Ned Bowen does not keep within his in
come"
ale does" she replied.
"But how can he on 5000 7" asked I;
"if he gives ten dollars to this charity and
five to that, and live so snug and comfort.
able too ~
"Shal ! tell you ~ asked Mrs. Slack
water.
"Ccrtpinly, if you cam"
ellis wife," said my wife, "fnds it just
as easy to 60 without twenty or thirty dol.
lars worth of ribbons and laces as TO buy
them. They have no fruit but what they
raise themselves and have given them by
their country friends, whom they re.
pay by thousand little acts of Kindness -
They use no beer, which is not essential TO
his health us it is to yours and then he
buys no cigars, or ice.creams, or apples at
100 per cent. on market price, or oranges
at IL cents apiece, or candy, or new novels
or rare works which are still more rarely
used; in short, my dear Mr.. Slackwater,
he has no hole in his pocket"
1t was the first word Of suspicion my
vito had uttered on the subject, and it cut
me to the quick. Cut me? ] should say
it sewed me up, me and my pockets too ;
they have never been in holes since that
evening. --Cincin. Chron.