Indiana State sentinel., 1861-01-16
sober Second Thought.
BY t. 5. ARTHUR.

" must have it, Charles" said the handsome
little wife of Mr. Whitman. So, don't put on
that sober face"
Did pun ON a sober faceg" asked the hus
band. with an attempt to smile that was anything
but a success.
Yes, as sober as a man on trial for his life
Why it's as long as the moral law There dear,
clear it up, and look rs if you had at least one
friend in the world. What money lovers you
men are?'
+" How much will it cost?v inquired Mr.. Whit
man. There was another effortto look cheerful
and acquiescent.
' About forty dollars, was answered, with Just
little faltering in the ladies voice. for she knew
the sum would sound extravegant.
= Forty dollarsl why, Ada, do YOU think am
made of money! Mr.. Whitmans countepanee
underwent remarkable chrnge of expression.
=" declare, Charles" said his wife, a little i'm
patiently, you look at me as if / were an object
OF fear instead of affection. l don't think this
kind of you.
"I've only had three silk dresses siuce we were
married, while Amy Blight has had six or seven
during the same period, and every one of hers
cost more than mine. / know you think me ex-
travagant, but l wish YOU had wife like some
women could name. | rather think you'd find
out the difference before long"
There, there, pet, don't talk to me after this
fashioni I'll bring you the money at dinner time
that is, if"
mo ifs nor butts. if YOU please. The sentence
is complete without them. Thank YOU dear III
go this afternoon and buy the silk So don't fail
to bring the money. | in at Silkskn's yes
teriay, and saw one OF the sweetest patterns |
ever laid my eyes on. Jus; suits nv stvle and
complexion | shall be inconsolabIe if it's gone
You won't disappoint me?"
| And Mrs. Whitman laid her soft, white hand on
the arm of her husband, and smiled with sweet
persuasion in her face.
80 no, you shall have the money!" said Mr.
" hitman, turning off from his WIFE as she
thought, little abruptly, and hurrying from hel
presence. In his precipitation he had forgotten
the usual parting kiss.
That's the way it is always" said Mrs. Whit.
man, her whole manner changing, as the sound
of the closing street door came jarrinr upon hel
ears. "Just say money to Charles, and there i:
at once cloud in the sky"
She sat down pouting, and more than half an
CRY.
Forty dollars for a new dress" mentally ejac
ulated the husband of vain, pretty, thoughtles
Mrs. Whitman, as he shut the door after him. 81
promised to pay Thomson's coal bill to dav-
thirty three dollars-but don't know where th
money is to come from. The coal is burned NJ
and more must be ordered. O, dear, | am dis
couraged. Every year l fall behind. This win
ter did nope TO get little IN advance, but
forty dollar silk dresses the order of the day
there's an end to that devoutly to be wished 70
circumstance. Debt, debt! How have alway
shrunk from it; but steadily now, it is closing il
br.arlan arms around me, and my constrictin
chest labors in respiration. o, if could bu
dsentangle myself now, whileI have the strengt
of early manhood, and the bonds that hold m
! are weak. If Ada could see as | see-if | coul
only make her understand rightly my position
But alas, alasl that is hopeless, / fear
And Mr.. Whitman hurried his steps because hi
heart beat quicker and his thoughts were undul
excited.
Not long after Mr.. Whitman left home, the cit
postmaster delivered letter to his address Hi
wife examined the writing on the envelope, whic
was N bold, masculine hand, and sad to her
self:
= 81 wonder who this can be FROM"