Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1866-08-08
VOL. l2.--N0. 49,
Save in Somsthine Else.

Mutton chops again for dinner, said
the well-fed looking Mr.. Finley. Really
my dear, Ii s too bad, when you know that
IT there's anything detest, it is mutton
chops
Il wasn't aware, James, answered the
wife, care-worn woman, apologetically,
that you disliked mutton chops so yery
much. knew, indeed. that you preferred
beat-steak, but the beef is not wholesome
just now, unless one pays very dear for it. ~
N ell, WELL never mind for to-day" re-
piled Mr. Finley, Grossly helping himself to
a chop. But don't. for mercy S sake,g
me any more Of this stiff-meat " i'll not
call it. Steaks | must have You can ca. 4
silly save 1t on something else r. 6I 81
/ Save 1t on something elsei But how"
asked the wife OF herself, iisitto be done Pc,
Her weekly allowance was already as small
as 1t could be, considering how many mouths [
she had to feed, and that she was compelled
to dIsburse more or less OF 1t continually for
sundrles that nothing at al, Mr.. Fin
lev said 'i'
The next day there was juicy steak forf
dinner, but no pudding. 7e aol 200
Nv by. how is this No sweets 70 day,r
when | like, as you know, my dear, some,
sort of sweets ~
Il thought would save the extra money
for the steak in that way" timidly answer.
ed the wife. m 4gtua Fa ID f
Good gracious, no! I'd rather do with
out anything else, tartly replied the hus-
band. "
The tears came into the wife eyes. But
she knew that her husband hated what he
called scene, and SO she choked down
her emotion. There were few words spoken
during the meal '''- '''-a
The third day the meat course was again
excellent, and it's joint was done to a turn
Mr.. Finley was in capital humor. as he al
ways was over good eating, until the pud-
ding came III, which consisted of plain rice
one. AT sight Of this the gloom gathered
on his brow. sH s1i fa aaa
Poor man s pudding, l declare Really.
Anne, one would think, from the fare you
provided, that | was bankrupt
Indeed, James, / do try TO please you,
said the wife, bursting into tears But
cannot afford to give you eyerything-rro-
visions SO high and / thought YOU d
rather have a cheap pudding than to do
without your nice joint. '1i-''I' '--' -
''Pshawi Don cry, !" hastily replied Mr..
Finley. ITO be sure d rather do without
a good pudding than not to haze the other,
he continued more placably. But there's
really no necessity for it, my dear ; for, in
SO largea household as ours there are plen-
ty of things in which the price of good
pudding might be saved. . o.e
No more was said on the subject that DAY.
But, few mornings after. Mr.. Finley, on
tasting his coffee, said suddenly putting
down his cup, Whats the matter with
your coffee, my dear? Really, that grocer
has cheated you. Why" tasting it again.
this is chieory. and net coffe; at all.
1t 5 not the grocer s fault. Mrs. Finley
mustered courage to say. Il knew it was
chicory when bought it. Our expenses
are SO high, my dear, that we must save in
something; and thought it would be felt
least, perhaps in the coffee.
The very last thing to save, angrily
said Mr.. Finley, pushing away. his cup:
Il d rather drink cold water than this stuff.
And cold water he did drink, though his
wife almost ready to cry, offered to have
some tea made aE5''i fH7s5e
Mrs. Finley is still endeavoring TO ''save in
something else, for her husband will not
deny himself in anything, and forgets TO in
crease her allowance. Her last experiment
was to forego new bonnet But her hus.
band, on seeing her come down dressed for
church, with her last year S faded bonnet on.
grew very angry. declaring that there was
no need to make herself look like a fright
he wasn't broken tIadesman. But when
one of the children told him why the old
bonnet was worn, he made no effort to lr-s6
crease his wife s stipend, but only srumbledsl
suikily that fshe might have sated 1t 10
else. = bfe 4s-fz.r .,-,Ir4.e,f, -,
When. I see well fed, dogmatic hus-
band who has care worn wife. | think OF
the steaks, the pudding, and the bonnet, andhl
wonderif poor NIrs Finley is the only wo-
man who, to CRAFTY q selfish husband, is
made the victim of saving in something
else