Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-10-19
q Seleeteo Storp.
A MIR RO r .
BY sYLvANUs COBB, JR.


money to spare yet she spoke earnestly, and
there was world of entreaty in her look
what do you want seventy five cents
for p asked Albert, not very pleasantly.
Il want to get some braid for my new
dress
Il thought you had the materials all on
hand for that
so thought I had but Mrs. Smith ard
Mrs Thompson both have trimming of
braid upon theirs, and it looks very pretty.
1t is very fashionable, and it certainly adds
much to the dress
plague take these women's fashions y
Your endless trimmings and things magigs
cost more than the dress is worth It's moth
ing but shell ont money when once woman
thinks of new dress
Surely, Albert, I don't have many new
dresses I try to be as economical as l
can
dts funny kind of economy, at all e.
vents But if you must have it, suppose
you must
And Albert Landman took out his wal
let, and counted out the seventy,fv cents;
but be did it grudgiugly, and when he put
the wallet back into his pocket, he did it
with an emphasis which seemed to say that
he wouldn't take it out again for week.
When Albert reached the outer door, on
his way to his work, he found the weather
80 threatening that he concluded to go back
and get his umbrella, and upon re-entering
the sitting room be found his wife in tears.
She tried to hide the fact that she had been
caught in the act, and she was asked what
it meant.
'Good gracious p cried the husband. Il
should like to know if you are crying at
what I said about your dress |?
Il wasn't crying at what you said, AL
BERT replied Kate, tremulously; 'but you
were so reluctant to grant me the favor 1
was thinking how hard 1 work-how am
tied to the house-how many little things
have to perplex me and then to thiuk-'
%, pshaw What do you want to be so
foolish for
And away started Albert Laudmau Sc
cond time; but not to escape so easily. In
the hall he was met by by his daughter
Lizzie, bright eyed, rosy.cheeked girl, ten
years of age.
20, papa, give me fifteen cents
sWhatv
20, want fifteen cents. Do please give
it to me-
sWhat in the world do you want of it?-
Are they changing school. books again? p
'No,--I want to buy hoop Ellen
Smith has got one, and so has Mary Buck
and Sarah Allen. Mr.. Grants got some
real pretty ones to sell. Mayn't I have
one?'
Nonsense If you want hoop go and
get one off from an old barrel. I can't af-
ford to be buying hoops for you to trundle
about the streets
please, papa
mo, I tell you!
The bright blue eyes were filled with
tears, and as the child's sobbiug broke up
on his ear Albert Landmau hurried from
the house with some very impatient words
upon bis lips.
This was in the morning. At noon, when
he came home to his dinner, there was
cloud over the household. His wife was
sober, and he was sober; and even little
Lizzie, usually so gay and blithesome was
sad and silent
But these things could not last long in
that household for the husband and wife
really loved each other devotedly, and were,
at heart, kind and forbearing. When AL
bert came to his dinner Kate greeted him
with kiss, and in a moment the sunshine
came back and had the lesson ended there
the husband might have fancied that he
had done nothing wrong-that the cloud
had beer but the exaltation of domestic
ferment for which no one was particularly
responsible; though he might not have
banished the conviction that women's fash
ions were nuisance and humbug, as well
as frightful draft upon husbands pockets.
After tea Albert did few chores around
the house, and then he lighted a cigar and
walked out. He had gone but short dis
tance when he met Lizzie In her right
hand she dragged an old hoop, which had
been taken from dilapidated -four barrel,
while with her left she was rubbing her
red, swollen eyes. She was in deep grief,
for she was sobbiug painfully. He stop
ped his child and asked her what was the
matter.
She answered, as we'll as her sobs would
let her, that the other girls had laughed at
her, and made fun of her old hoop. They
had nice, pretty, hoops, while hers was ug-
ly and homely.
Never mind, said Albert, patting the
little one upon the head,-for the child's
grief touched him,-'perhaps We'll have a
new hoop some time
sMayn't have one now Mr.. Grants
got one left-O such pretty onep
The sobbing had ceased as the child caught
her fathers hand eagerly.
sNot now, Lizzie-not now. I'll think Of
it,
Sobbing again the child moved on to,
wards home, dragging the old hoop after
her,
At one of the stores Albert Landman met
some of his friends
Halo, Albert, what's up"