The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-06-29

and, as, the case Will always be, others as
empty minded, selfish and friyalous as if
they were really in fashionable life. Mrs.
Murden, as her husband sometimes no
tced, had rather an inclination to court
the latter party, as they dressed and far
nshed the most showily, and, in fact, to
outvie thcm-a disposition which the far
sighed Mr.. Murden dreaded not little,
He was decidedly domestic man, and,
besides, as his wife often said, SO herdr
was put on properly, with clean collar
and undersleeyes, he did not know half
the time whether it was silk or calico
Indeed he had brought quite a seri-
Gus attack Of pouting upon himself by
calling lis wife's new green foulard a cali
co. You may be sure, he had entirely
forgotten that purple silks were ever
manufactured by the next day at dinner,
when he was reminded OF it by Mrs, Mar
den abruptly terminating long fit of
musing by the exclamation
q should be perfectly happy, if |
had it."
Mr.. Murden, foolish man, supposed at
first that she meant picture Of The chill
dren, who were maryellously near Of age
two of them.
"Well, dear, when shall we take them
down to Roots? Say the word.' For
Mr. Murden thought tia great pity that
such remarkable beauty should be lost to
the world. No doubt, Root would insist
on a duplicate for bis show-cas
Roots! I was talking about that silk
Mr.. Murden. What has Root got to do
with it, I'd lite to know?" Mrs. Murden
seemed inclined to help to tarts before
the desert was served
"Oh!' And Mr.. Murden resumed the
carver, helping himself to asecond cut Of
beef. "Bless my soul, how much Wo-
man do think of dress! Who's going to
have new one?''
'I's high time I had, dear. Only
think, we've been married three years
next month, and I've only had one silk in
that while"
"Why, you had one in the summer
that striped frock and cape"
"That's an India; we don't call these
things anything. I mean a good, heavy
Ipoult de sole, like my mazarine blue had
when we were married It's fairly gone
now, careful as have been. It's been
turned and cleaned, and now it's SO shah
by that | hate to put it on"
"I'm sure you never looked better in
any dress you've got," !" insisted Mr.. Muir
den, who had very pleasant associations
connected with their early married life
t and the dress il question.
"Why. it's perfect fringe around the
bottom, and has two great stains on the
skirt What are you thinking of, John?'
"Well, well, I'll give it up. I like it,
that's all. How much will new one
cost"
Mrs. Murden slightly diplomatic, could
not present an estimate Her husband
had told her of business loss when he
came in; it was not a very favorable mo-
ment.
Wonderful as it seemed to her, the
purple silk was still unsold when week
had passed; but, then, it is color very
few dare to try their compilations by,
which Mrs. Murden did not reflect upon.
The celebrated "Purple Jar" was not
more attractive to "Rosamond," ," aschroni-
cal by Miss Edgewortb, than was the
dress to its constant worshipper, who
made an errand into Chestnut street daily
that she might pause for moment before
it. Mr. Murden said she reminded him
of his fathers old pony, who always halt
ed of his own accord at the house of the
doctors principal patients. Mrs. Muir
den "did not thank him" for any such
comparisons.
That same evening there was a per
ceptble rise Of spirits observable in the
father of the family. He tossed the baby
accordingly, SO far that its anxious moth
er was sure its poor little head would be
dashed agalnstthe ceiling; he gave Georgs
Washington, the eldest hope, three sever
al rides on his boot, and carried him ur
to bed in a fashion best known to nurses
as "pig a back" Mrs. Murden won
dered what had happened; she little knew
the good fortune in store for her.
"WeH, Barney" y"-Mr. Murden alway.
called his wife Barney when in particular
good humor, though her name was very
romantic one, Adelaide Matilda 'hov
about that dress? Let's see if it woult
break a fellow"
"It's splendid piece" began Mrs
Murden.
$50 / have been told every day for twe
weeks
"You know that I'm not very extrava
giant; and once in while, dear, do no
take fancy for something handsome.
Mr.. Mdrden thought the proposition
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