The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-03-26

preserves, and ils flaky biscuits and
dainty little damson tartr, and plates of
pickle tungur, cut in thin slices aud gar.
nished round with sprigs Of green pars
ley. Truly it was an artistic table,
and Mr.. Jones' heart expanded accor.
dinghy. 2Haof- - i2o9
Sure your tea is right, love ~ lisped
Jenny. "Do have a bit of this custard
pie. Now you shall have some Of
th"se Strawberries, Aristides, they are
so nice. ! made them on purpose for
yon." i2as - 79mi' 7fh ssfii $3.50 he1
Mr.. Jones smacked his lips and dove
into the delicious compound. o, Jen
ny, Jenny, how could you tell such a
naughty fib, when you knew perfectly
well that not half an hour ago, those
self same strawb wberrics were winking
their eyes at the pnblic in little glass
Jar, i'm the confrcti"ner's window
Where do you expect to go when you
die, Jenny? @'#
my love-" insinna,ed the little di
plomaiist, when fifteen minutes after
wards Aristiies was smoking his cigar
before the tirp-Ma,lame Rpmondr-
let me get You another cigar, won't
you: No! What was | going Ia say
Oh-Madame Remon.le sent her bill
I" day suppose you can settle it to-
morrow ?"
Aristides WINGED as if he had expert
ence,l a pang ofthe tnothacbe.
"Let me see it," said he, briefly ex
tending his hand, with s"me~ hat of a
rloud on his face. Alas! Aristides
knew by experience what his wife's
drpssmakrrs' bills amounted to! '
Mrs. Jones gave him neatly folded
bit of perfumed partr-it was for all
this she had been coaxing him SO sweet
~ all the ev+ning-what darling little
hypocrites these ladies' are!
"Fifty d"llar<!" exclaimed Mr.. James
sharply, '..fJfy dollars! Why, Jane.
what does this mean-surely not for
making dresses y
Trimmings included, my dear
fashionable Observation-Disclosures the
lady, pulling ont laced pocket hand
kervhief ready for tears.
"Ex irav-a giant y" family uttered
Jones, under his breath. Very well,
Jane, I'll pay it I" morrow. Bnt let
this he The last of Madam .Remond.,
| can't stand such extnrtion."
"Just az you say, DEAR" responded
Mrs. Jones. She was very glad t" ts
cape thus easily, and moreover, she had
another plan To engineer through, 8"
she could well afford Ia yield now.
"What do you think | saw down
town tn day, love-" rhe said after a
moments pause, putting her dimplc'l
hand on Jones' brown paw.
"Wha, ?"
"Such love of camel. hair shawl
%, sn exquisite! all palm leaves and
arabrqurs and snch rich colnrs a great
deal prpttier than Mrs. Hardworthy'r,
and sn becoming tn me ~ 3t''
Aristl.les hesitatei, and he took a
secret delight in onl-hining both iha,
gentleman and his better halt. "What
was the price p he asked.
"a mere trifle for such a lovely
thing; only five hundred dollars" and
Jenny looked her sweetest =
"Five hundred dollars! No, Mrs.
jones, yon can't have any such ab"m
Unable piece of extravagance. Soju>t
set your minl at rest I" exclaimed Mr.
Jones, firmly, tossing his cigar into the
fire, aud putting on All aspect of rrso
luton that bis wif; well understood.
Il never shall be happy again if
don't have ii /; so pretty, s" cheap, ami
I've been thinking about il so mnch.
. clear, sobbed Mrs. Jones, resoriing
once more to the laced handkerchief.
"Y"u needn't cry, madam - returned
the dnggrd mes. "A pretty notion.
a. if FIVE hundred dollar bills grew oI,
every street corner like lamp posts.
tell you M, they don't come SD easy.
The first five hundred dollar Till you
find lying about loose, you may keep
for your camel's hair shawl, but you
won't get any from me, that's positive!'
Arisiides thrust his hand into the
folds of his newspaper, and pretended
to be absurbed il the shipping news,
while Mrs. Jones continued ON sobbinc
and weeping like a little niagara.
Presently, however, she cleared up.
She knew there was mo- use crying, and
like wise little puss, IA she was, she
compromised the matter and began to
smile again. e a..3
"Aristidrs, dear, how's your business
to-day ?"
/ Capital" said the husband, quite
relieved that the shower of tears was