Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1851-12-04
HAPPY FAMILY;
OR, COUNTRY AND CITY LIFE.
BY JANE WEAVER.


"How l wish we lived in town, Harry"
said Mrs. Morton to her husband.
The young couple had come to New
York, on visit to Mr.. Morton's elder bro
ther, and had just been shown to their cham
Der, in one of the most magnificent man
sions that existed in 1897, which was the
period of which we write.
"James had no more money than you"
she resumed, ''when he moved to town, yet
see how superbly he lives. Why don't you
sell your farm too?"
"Because, my DEAR" promptly answered
the husband, IL value contentment more
than display. If having enough for ones
man than James. Our farm gives us plenty
to eat, and something for luxuries. What
more do we need? And we are free from
care, with all this, which, fear, James is
not"
Mrs. Morton gave sigh but said no
more, for she had unbounded confidence in
her husbands wisdom. She dreamed all
night, however, of the pictures, Paris furni-
ture, and liveried servants of her brother
in-law.
The next day, her hostess took her in
the carriage, to call on some friends, and as
she rolled along in the luxurious equippage,
she was more in love than ever with town
life.
But at dinner, she was surprised to find
that they were to sit down without waiting
for the master of the mansion.
"Don't you wait for James, sister," she
said, in some surprise.
"Oh, no." answered the hostess, ''for he
is often detained, especially since money
has been so scarce"
Mrs. Morton gave an affectionate glance
at her husband, for she had never dined
without him since their marriage, and could
not have done it indeed; and he returned
her look as lovingly: then the meal went
on.
1t was quite dark when the master of the
house came in. He looked jaded and care
worn; and threw himself Immediately into
. fauteuil. His wife regarded him anx
iously.
| 'Order tea as soon as you can, my love,
q he said 'for ! am nearly exhausted, and ;
cup of good Imperial will revive me,
hope"
You seem to be worn down with bust
h ness, brother" said Mr.. Henry Morton;-
v and with smile he added, Il suppose yor
are fast becoming Millionaire"
The elder brother gave quick ganc
around the superb apartment, as if to as
sure himself that there was no eaves-drop
u pers and replied:
: II wish, Henry, had the old fields again
= and had never seen Pearl street. This sor
e of life makes man prematurely old. Sine
) the hard times came on have sometimes al
II most wished myself dead. l don't kno,
~ who to trust, for daily lose in some ne,
! quarter; l get but few remittances; and Of
ten whenI rise in the morning, can't te
where the money is to come from to pay IN
notes that day. A millonaire!" And |
gave bitter laugh.
Henry looked at him with compassion, Fl
- moment, and then answered,
no "Why don't you close your business al
come back to the country? Wen find
farm for you somewhere near the old HON
stead?"
But the elder brother answered with
increduous shake of the head,
"It's too late now, Henry. have got a
customed, and so has Mary, to the luxu
nj of town life; and would never live in t
plain way once did. What were superb
tiles to me, when farmed the old hon
stead, have become necessaries now. A
besides" he added, cheerfully, ''this pr,
'sS' sure cannot last forever; and when it is o,
l shall soon make up my losses"
"But why not retrench, meantime?"
''You are no business man, Henry" S;
the elder brother, with smile, "or y
q would not have asked that question. Il
, were to sell my house, or even give up
carriage, my credit would go immediate
and then could not hold out week.
be merchant in these times, he continu
are with sudden energy, sis like being rat
viii trap: you can't get out, yet are almost C
not tain to perish if you don't. However, th'
nes are hundreds in the same scrape," he
> ded, as the tea bell rang, ''if that is any c.
- sclation."
no. That night, when they were once m
rise alone, Mrs. Morton said,
'or HSe 81 see, Henry, that you were right.
me- this splendor is dearly paid for. Sister