Litchfield enquirer., 1868-11-05
It wasn't
 1t was' It wasn't
 1t was Bridget, you're liar, and I'll tell moth

1t was
 Bridget, you re liar, and I'll tell moth er.' ....a | What is the meaning of this extraordi- nary language?' asked, plunging sudden ly into the middle of things
 sShure, ma'am, an' Tommy's as bad a 1 boy as iver laid my eyes on. He's bin an. upset the table, ali broke all yer best china an tells me to my face that I 1 did It.
 Mother, it wasn't me'@-=(all of my boys hate grammar)-I was only leaning against the apls hqt ot PEaee Ea Closet yng Gnt to & reach it. slipped and down she and the table tumbled. She's nasty ola thing .and l hate her.
 Tom come with me, said, sternly, and led our eldest to my room. l there deliv- cred q lecture on the sin of lying, and then promising my immediate pardon, comman- ded Tom to confess the truth.
 Mother, it wasn't me. told the truth down stairs; but if you prefer to believe l Bridget, who steals the tea and sugar-for Bob see her do it-you can.
 I could-not. disbelieKe those honest blue eyes. Kissing Fl and assuring g him that he was good sboy,I went into the parlor to see.hpw niauys scratches my piano had received. There T. made the | frishtful discovery that my beautiful rose- wood piano stool was missing. ''.' .s' Whoever heard the lolkes of thatr ex- claimed 'Pahdee,' who was busiiy engag- ed in doing nothing, for piano stool to go walking off on it's own account! Its a miracle shurer
 i And that Was all the satisfaction could obtain. Long ere this my symmetrical piano stool has gone astray in Chatham 1 Street.
 While living in Thirtieth Street we ney. CT enjoyed a moments peace of mind. The principal occupation of the tenement-house inmates seemed to consist of dying and catching fire. When there was not fun eral there was a running to and fro of en- zines; and our boys became so crazy on the subject of wakes and running with the machine, that the law of self-preservation determined us to move at the end of the year.
 Every New Yorker knows how rents went up year before last, and how difficult it
 was to obtain a local habitation at reasona-
 ble rates. I read the Herald peneveringly and lost ten pounds of flesh in search of a
 needle in a hay stack. made many ex-
 cursions to Pine Street and its vicinity, ,and
 became so intimately acquainted with life
 as seen from New York stage that drivers
 pulled up the moment they caught sight
 of my melancholy face. Finally I said to
 an agent, who for tho I-don't 't-know-how-
 manyeth time assured me there .aas na.i; ,t ,;~,, I do do not find me house by tomorrow you will be guilty of murder. For two whole months you have chanted the same refrain. Patience has ceased to be virtue. Find me a house, or prepare to dig my grave!
 Nv sepulchral words produced an effect.
 The next day I received the offer of house
 in process of erection in Fifty ninth Street Flake it, by all means. Sue, urged: my
 husband.
 But think of the distance up town,'' faintly murmured. sNonsense! he replied. What are dis tances in New York, where cars are so nu
 merous? Think of the comfort of goln : into clean house. and the pleasures of be , ing near Central Park!
 I had not that profound faith i'll cars O. which Tom reposed, nor did the Par u strike me as enthusiastically as it struc
 him. Still the rent was within Tom
 means, and made no serious objection + Nevertheless, was surprised when, o o coming home that night, Tom exclaimed : srherer Sue there's the lease of til T T honse in Fifty-ainth Street. thought l clench the matter at once, and save ye n from further anxiety. =. rs But are you quite sure you were wise ''f I answered. It is always well to tul of things over i'll ones mind
 :, oh. bother on ones mind! Aren't y h' Ls worn to shadow, and isn't 1t better tn ,,, anything we have seen or expect to see ,i- the price?'
 a+ sPerhaps so Of course you arrang '' n that the landlord should furnish the og fixtures
 ng Of course didn't do any thing of
 sort, replied Tom, looking at me with
 tonishment, not unmingled with dlsm
 You never once mentioned gas-tixtures :, Because it takes time to think of ev Re thing. Tom. and did not dream that 'e- would conclude the matter so sudden
 Two heads are always better than one, hS know. Gas-fxtures are very import eS- item. aud will cost us great deal of m M hs ey.- ..-, '..- sa M The deuce they will, said Tom, retir s .sIz behind Burton's Anatomy of Melancho niy from which he did not emerge during , of entire evening.
 ect, Not being a 'nagging wife, avoided Is further mention of the unfortunate le tie knowing that the poor fellow required the assistance from me to fill the measure sss; his self-disgust. While leaving dear and to pursue his own reflections l endeavt by to calculate how much the gas-tixt be would cost, and found that for the amt I required by this extra expense ana ioi
 .i other new item of car-fare, he ml9ht urt, procured a house further down town eled had realized all my modest asplratl 5hln With virtue to which few women W lent have been equal, did not mention cost narrowing fact to Tom. In heaven l ouio meet my reward. aen- : We moved. If there is one thing l
 for it is an old, well-brushed, and we'll 7 fif- nlated civilization; if there is one t 9rin- thoroughlv antipathetic to me 1t IS the
 ged, scraggy, fenced-in,. surprised and Tom sheveled outlines peculiar to suburb g to American towns in genera, and of New ab- city in particular. Such was the ou per visible from our nome in Flfty-l ieh'. Street. T, k of But only think, Sue, of the untold take fort of being in clean house, one that have has been occupied by a human being
 . claimed Tom while carving our first up dinner. leard My reply, which intended to be entiy pleasant acquiescence, was echpseo
 violent fit of sneezing, pfoceed1ng