The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1870-09-17
Chr Albanp Rpalster.
Preccpt anu Practice.


ing like silver drops of water, upon the
mantle-shelf; and Mrs Ives needle CLAN
eng IN and out of her work like a small
ray OF lightning. The children were all
tucked snugly up in bed, for Mr.. Julius
Ives liked to be quiet when ha came
home from business, and Mrs. ives was
the most devoted and obcdient Of conju
gal partners. 1t was an exquisi.ely neat
room-a room where the sweet home ell
ement predominated i'll every nook and
corner-a room to which the tired busl-
ness man might look forward, all day, as
q haven of rest and peace.
The clock struck eight pussy stretch
ed herself drowsily before the fire, and
Mr.. Ives laid down the paper with
preparatory "Ahem.' =
And now, Melissa he said authori-
tatively, ''you may bring me the trades
mems bills"
Poor Mrs. Ives started in her chair as
if n cannon ball had thundered ominous>
~ into the silence Of the cosy little apart
ment How much she dreaded the week
ly recurrence of this domestic ukase,
was only known to herself. L was the
skeleton IN her cioset-the one cmbitter-
ing element of her happy home .fe-the
haunting ghost that no diplomacy had
yet enabled her to exercise, Yet, like a
welltrained wife rs Sic was, she brought
the tiny packet Of bills, and sat down
meeky at her husbands side.
She was q pretty woman, tall and
graceful with straight, regular features,
rosy cheeks, and soft, wistful eyes, that
looked like brown velvet a woman whose
hands always were white and delicate,
y g.
by magic
Nor was Mr.. Julius Ives disagreea-
BILE specimen of mankind to look upon
He was large, and finely formed, with
dark hair, strongly disposed to curl at
the ends, and bright black eyes. Yet,
nevertheless, there was a certain curve
in Mr.. Ives upper lip that savored
s mewhat of the imperative mood.
''Butter again. that's five pounds
we've used within the week, " moaned
MIR. Ives, checking off the various items
Of the grocer's bill With little gold pen
ell that hung at his watch chain. My
dear, does Bridget grease the kitchen
pans with butter -
Mrs Ives check glowcd
Now, Julius, what is the use Of talk
ing in that sarcastic sort of way You
don't seem to reflect that a family ike
ours cannot subsist on air-and you like
to have all the cooking very rich, you
know"
erich. l should think 50. Ham
Goldfish BY the way, Melissa, Jones
says they only buy meat three times a
week-have it cold every other day
Jones wife knows how to economize
suppose you have the least idea of
what becomes of the joints after they
leave the table"
Il have no doubt Of Bridgets perfect
honesty, Julius
"Oh, no-of course not But I do
think, Melissa, it is a wife's duty to pay
some sort Of attention to her husband 5
pocket"
'.Our bills are not sproportionate!y
large, Julius
''They must be, my dear-they must
be. Positively it's enough to Tighten
one, just run over these items in the
housekeeping accounts. Susar-raisins
-oil-oysters Melissa, do | keep q
restaurant ? If not, where do all these
things 60 p
Mrs. Ives was silent
Observation-Disclosures tons o.
coal. Upon my word p
Still Mrs. Ives maintained complete
taciturnity
melissa" said her husband, placing
the bills rather emphatically on the ia
Bile, eve must turn over new leaf-w,
must, positively. Can't you retrcnch 2
s'How 2"
In thousand ways, my dear Why
my mother never spent half the none,
you contrivc to spend and there wer,
twelve Of us"
"Your mother lived on farm, Julius
The milk, butter, cheese, and vegetable
were from the farm and dairy-the mea
aud poultry were within her own barn
yard and pasture. do not think it fai
to institute comparison between he
expenses and mine
"Oh, that's the way you women a
.alk,' said Mr.. Ives, impatiently A
know is that there must be screw loos
somewhere. You must economize."
"But, julius
s'My love, don't you sec L m lust lish
ing my cigar. never can smoke whc
my mind is in any way disturbed. Su,
pose we dismiss the subject | am quiz
sure that | have stated my wishes on tt
subject with sufficient distinctness ~
Mrs. Ives bit her coral lips, and sewe
away vigorously at her work but if h.
thoughts could have descended in
shoWerbath of words on Mr. Julius I've
devoted head, how they would ha,
startled him from the calm complacent
Of his mood.
Eyes, I'll economize," thought Nj
Melissa, vindictively dragging the thrc,
through the seams. ssTll give hi
enough of retrenchment Why will
man relinquish his dignity SO far as
interfere in matters he cannot possib
understand / wonder if he thinks nj
people can live on pint of milk al
two baked potatoes day? [ wonder
he knows that / make all the puddin
and pies, and give out the tea and cofft
and superintend everything myself
might know it, if he took the trouble
inquire, instead Of indulging in su
sweeping denunciations | wonder If