The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-11-24
The Squire and his Wife

ed to be interrupted by his wife, who
came to ask him what he wanted For
dinner.
Co a@ayl let us alone + impatiently
said the Squire.
Business detained his friend till dinner
time, aha the Squire urged him to re.
main. The Squire was generous pro.
wider, proud at his table; and he com.
placenlly escorted his friend to his seat,
a little to the surprise of both, they saw
nothing on the board but huge dish OF
saald, which the good wife begcn quietly
to strive up.
my DEAR" said the squire, "where
are the meats?"
There are none to day, replied his
No meatsr What in the name of
poverty | The vegetables then WHY
don't yon have the vegetables7'
You didn't order any vegeta oles.
You forget eoo!iy answered the
housewife.
Il asked what we slo,iti have, and
you said lettuce alone q EFete it is
The friend burst into a la,igh. aud the
Squire, after looking lurd and lucubri-
Gus a moment joined h,ht..
wife, | give it up. Lowe you one.
Here is the fifty dollars you Wanted for
that carpet, which 1 denied yon.' The
Squire forked over. Now lets have
peace-and some dinner
The good woman pocketed' the pargr,
rang the bell, and a sumptuos repas. of
hsh, poultry and vegetables were Brought
in.
"A te% days afterwards, the Sdhire re.
mained Working in his garden some time
fsaffaisshhheeG;issseal fsafishe u aeeaaalh hohE sew.im
HIS excuse, when she asked what he
was waiting for, threw her into futter
of Excitement
Some ohe's coming to- supperP he
exclaimed. why didn't you tell me ?
/ declare you are the provokingist
mani
But without asking which Of his
friends was expected, she fastened to
change heS dress and slick up her hair
on the occasion. This done, she came
out and folind the Squire seated at the
table, reading his news paper.
Where's yonr company3
My cohipany? Thhih't any cotnpa.
ny
But you said You expected somebody
to- supper? exclaimed the indignant
wife.
My dear, I said no such thing. You
asked what was waiting for, and l
said, Summons to come to supper.
That's what was waiting for my dear
And | came at once.
and you have made me 20 and
change my dress o., I'll pay you for
this
. No matter about it, my dear, owed
You, remember for that lettuce.'
The MYSTERY OF SLEEP.-Twelve
hundred millions Of dreams make net.
work of wild fantihs nightly about our
planet. To 60 IF it were possible,
through this world Of sleep would be
a stranger process tllan that of explor.
ing the whole waking world; for in
sleep everyaliving being is poet, from
the infant that clings to its dreams to
the breasts of goddcsses, to the centnrian
who, with staff and spectacle, hobbies
about Paradise at the heels of SO.
raphs.
Sleeping and waking are the two
great phenomena OF our existence.
WHAT'S done and thought in the every
day Working world. where the ordinary
busiliess of life is carried on. no living
creat,ire has ever fully revealed to nn-
other. There are reticences in the CON.
fessions of the frank, things which can:
not, and therefore never will be spoken
-a-thoughts which will transcend the
limits of langdage-hopes which Tie
power of no fairy could satisfy fears
which even Lucifer himself conld not
exaggerate. If this portion OF our life,
which is at least subjected to our own
observation, cahnotbe faithfully and
fully described, still less can that other