The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-02-08

travagances and wants as plenty as flea
in dog days
Finally, along come Charley King, al
honest, industrious fellow, who though
good wife, money or no money, wa
good enough for him. Such a wife h
was sure our little heroine would make
so be said to himself one day, "If posi-
BILE, I'll pluck the rose and make it mine.
Charley told her his love. "NoW fo
the money test" thought she.
M've one thing to touch upon" sale
Rose. "You may have heard that wa.
an heiress. I am I've got Sl00."
.:lAll right, Sis" said Charley, "keeE
that slO0 fer pin. money. Give me, love
warm heart and sweet lips, and it is |
bargain" And he caught her in hi:
arms and pressed her soft cheek to his.
so, SO; got king to rule over you Z!
shrieked Miss Abby, dilapidat2t virgin,
who hadn't had beau, or kissed man
for forty years, and she wiped her So ecs
with bit Ct silk, and softly patted al
old tabby cat who was sitting beside her
upon his tail, purring very cententedly.
"Got king to rule over you, hey?' she
continued, ga Lord of Creation to boss
you around, as old King Pharaoh, wicked
old Egyptian, did the poor ISraeltes, until
the plaguey frogs or locusts came crawling
all over him and stopped him."
"Pray, don't worry your brains about
me !" replied Rose. 81 shall be a queen
when the wife Of a king, and maybe l
shall be the greatest tyrant after all
Give woman power, and sometimes she
makes whole team"
"May be, may be-" said Miss. Abby,
giving her bald and shining pate an ON
inous shake, ,"but my opinion is, and In
going to speak right out fearlessly. Ny
opinion is that when the parsOn makes
you Mrs. King, you'll have but little
power to boast of, and your husband and
master but little money to spend that's
what I think about it," and Miss. Abby
shut her mouth very tight, and taking a
pinch of. ."yaller" out of little black box,
snuffed it up her thin nose very content
edly.
Three weeks after marriage. All as
sunny as June. Charley and his idol
were sitting by the window of their little
parlor, which looked out upon their pretty
door yard, full of bright foRers-then
away to the wooded hills and green grassy
horizon, where Sol was just bidding the
hills good night, tipping them with Grim
son, as he went down seemiogly into the
blue waves of old ocean Oh his daily route
to that queer old country, China, to wake
up its sons and daughters with their small
feet aud pig tails.
"Charlie, DEAR" said Rose, laying her
little fat hand upon his shoulder, ia word
in your ear That 800 you know you
said, good soul, was but trife. So it
was, But-"and she took from her
pocket penciland bit Of paper-"there"
said she i've marked down 500; now
add two ciphers-how does that suit you,
my boy, $4,000? How does that strike
your fancy, Mr.. Charley King, lord of
creation ?"
"Dont understand you, Rosebud" said
Charley, chucking the little smooth chiu
Why" said Rose, playfully boxing bis
ears in the lightest possible manner, ,"don't
you seeSl0, 900 in gold in the saving bank
at per cent interestY'
"Well, go on, Mystery"
f'It all belongs to me-
"To you the deuce it does We'll, Mrs
Secretiveness, please explain"
Rose told the whole story.
81 see, see" said Charley. clad the
rocks but was afraid of breakers Thought
your lovers would be after your tin, aud
forget you when the $4,000 had melted
away"
"True as Bunyan," said Rose.
"Now come here, my little miser, aud
set upon my knee, ''said Charley, ''and
we'll talk this matter over"
Now, reader, let US draw the curtain
aud leave them alone, hoping we may some
time be as happy as Mr.. Charley King
and the Rose of Honeydale.