Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1868-07-15
TWO MIRRORS.
4 AxIRRoR FOR YOUNG HUSBANDS.

MIRROR FOR YOUNG HUSBANDS.
albert, wish you would let me have
seventy five cents.
Kate Landman spoke very carefully, for
she knew that her husband had not much
money to spare. yet sire spoke earnestly, and
there was world of entreaty in her look.
What do you want se~onty -GuA cents
for?'' asked Albert
Il want to get some braid for my new
dress. -
plague take these women's fashions
Your endless trimmings and thing maiigs
cost more than the dress is worth. It's
nothing but shell out money when once a
woman thinks of new dress.
Surely, don't have so maay new dresses.
do certainly try to be economical as can. "
Il; is a funny kind of economy, at all
events But if you must have it, | suppose
you must.
And Albert took out his wallet and count
ed out the seyenty-fve cents; bat he gave
it grudgingly, and when he put the wallet
back into his pocket he did it with an en-
not take it ont again for week.
When Albert reached the outer door, on
his way to his work, he found the weather
50 threatening that he concluded to go back
and get his umbrella, and upon re-entering
che sitting-room he found his wife in tears.
She tried to hide the fact that she had been
weeping but he had caught her in the act,
and asked what it meant.
food gracious ~ cried the husband, Il
should ike to know if you are crying at what
said about the dress ?''
Twas not crying at what you said, Albert,
replied Kate tremulously, but you were so
reluctant to grant me the favor. L was
thinking how hard | have to work, how
IN tied to the house, how many little things
have 10 perplex me-then TO think"
"Pshawl what do you want to be so fool
ish for?''
And away started Albert Landman sec
ond time, but he was not to escape SO easily,
In the hall he was met by his daughter Liz
ne, bright eyed, rosy-cheeked girl of ten
years.
%, papa, give me fifteen cents.
What in the world do you want with it .!
Are they changing school books again p
No: | want to buy hoop. Ellen Smith
has got one, and so has Mary Ruck and Sa
rah Ellen. Mr.. Grant has got some reall!
pretty ones to sell. Cant have one p
''NoGsensel it you want hoop go an(
get one off some old barrel. l can't afforc
70 be buying hoops for you to trundle abou
the street.
The bright blue eyes were filled with tears
and the ehild's sobbing broke upon his ear
Albert Landman hurried from the house
with some very inpatient words upon hi:
lips,
his was in the morning. At noon wher
he came home TO dinner, there was cloud
over the household. His wife was sober,
and even little Lizzie, usually so gay and
Dhthesome. was sad and silent
After tea Albert did few chores about
Tie house, and then be lighted cigar and
went out He had gone buta short distance
when he met Lizzie. In her right hand she
dragged an old hoop, which she had taker
IRON dilapidated -four barrel, while witt
Aer left she was rubbing her red, swoller
eyes She was in deep grief, and was sob
Oiag painfully. He stopped his child anC
asked what was the matter.
che answered as well as her sobs woulC
e' her, that the other girls had laughed a
ueE, and made fun of her old hoop. They
lsq nice, pretty hoops, while hers was ugly
and homely.