Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1870-07-27
ONLY FIFTEEN CENTS,
Or Chcap Happiness.

"ALEEET, Tyyish you would let me
have seventy-fve cents.
Kate Landman spoke very carefully,
for she knew that her husband had not
much money to spare yet she spoke
earnestly, and there was a world of en-
| treaty in her look.
"What do you wantseventy-five cents
for ?U asked Albert.
az want to get some braid for my new
dress"
a thought you had all the material
on hand for that"
$50 I thought I had; but Mrs. Smith
and Mrs. Thompson both have a trim
mingof braid upon theirs, and it looks
very pretty. 1t is very fashionable, and
lit certainly adds much to the beauty Of
dress"
tPIague take these wOmen's fashions
Your endless trimmings and thing-a-
ma-iigs cost more than the dress is worth.
It's nothing but shell out money when
once q woman thinks of a new dress"
ET don't have many new dresses. !
do certainly try to be economical as 1
can"
tIt is a funny kind of economy, at all
events. But if you must have it sup
pose you must"
And Albert Landman took out his
wallet and counted out the seventy-five
cents; but he gave it grudgingly, and
when he put the wallet back into his
pocket he did it with an emphasis
which seemed to say that he would not
take il out again for week.
When Albert reached the outer door
on his way to his work, he found the
weather so threatening that he cOnclud-
ed to go back and get his umbrella; and
upon returning to the 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.
Good graciOUsp cried the husband
4 should like to know if you are crying
at what ] said about the dress p
q was not crying at what you said,
Albert, replied Kate, tremulOusly; but
you were so reluctant to grant me the
favor I was thinking how hard have
to work l am tied to the house how
many little things I have to perpleX me
then to think
Pshaw? what do you want to be fool
ish for?
And away started Albert Landman
second time, but he was not to escape so
easily. In the hall he was met by his
daughter Lizzie, a bright-eyed, rosy
checked girl of ten years.
90, papa, give me fifteen cents?
'What%
%, want fifteen cents. Do please
give it to me-
what in the world do you want with
it? Are you changing schOOl-boOks
again p
mo, I want to buy a hoop. Ellen
Smith has one, and so has Mary Buck
and Sarah Ellen. Mr.. Grant has some
real pretty ones to sell. Can't 1 have
one y
Nonsense! If you want a hoop go
and get one off some old barrel. I can't
afford to be buying hoops for you toI
trundle about the streets
please, papa
NO, / told you
The bright blue eyed filed with tears,
and the child's sObbing broke upon his
ear. Albert Landham hurried from the
house with some very impatient words
upon his lips.
This was in the morning. At noon,
when he came home to his dinner, there
was a cloud over the household. His
wife was sober, end even little Lizzie,
usually 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 fOTbearing.
When Albert came to his supper, Kate
greeted him, with a kiss, and in a mo-
ment sunshine came back, and had the
lesson ended there, the husband might
have fancied that he had done nothing
wrong, and that the cloud had been
nothing, but TIE eXhalatiOn of a dOmes-
tic ferment, for which no one was parti-
cuiarly responsible, and might have ban
ished the conviction that wOmen's fash
ions were a nuisance and q humhug, as
well as q frightful draft upon a hus-
bands pockets.
After tea, Albert did a few chores
around the house, and then he lighted a
cigar and walked out. He had gone but
a short distance when he met Lizzie
In her right hand she dragged an old
hoop, which she had taken from dilapi-
dated old flour barrel, while with her left
she was rubbing her red, swollen eyes.
She was Ill deep grief and was sObbing
painfully. He stopped his child and
asked what was the matter,
She answered, as well 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 ugly and homely.
Never mind patting the little one
upon the head, (fOr the child's grief
touched him;) perhaps We'll have a new
hoop sometime.
'Mayn't have one now? Mr.. Grants
got one left-oh such n pretty one 2
The sobbing had ceased, as the child
had caught her fathers hand eagerly.
Not now, LiZzie-nOt now. pll think
of it,
Sobbing again, the child moved to-
wards home, dragging the old hoop af-
ter her.
At Of the stores Albert Landman
met some of his friends.
Hello, Albert What's up%
Nothing in particular
What do you say to a game Of billi-
ards, Albert?
Good Pm IN for that
And away went Albert to the billiard
hall, where he had n pIDriOus time with