, 1873-04-03
The Husbands Lesson.

dctly remember Wudl uiu Win II.
.That is singular; very singular. in
ieed," oracularly observed her hus-
band, fussy. bald-headed little man.
"And how am I to wind the lock with
out key. I'd like to know? l nevel
forget, Mrs. Farqnhar. Did you evei
know me to forget? And the long and
the short of the matter is l shall have
to buy new clock key-a new clock
key, Mrs. Farquhar, just at this time,
of all others, when our expenses are Sc
overwhelming.
"a man with wife and six children
canrot expect to live for nothing" said
Mrs. Farquhar composedly. Starch,
soap, candles, flannel
"Yes. yes exactly sc, said Mr.. Far
auhar. ''But have no time to argue
the matter this morning"
'And il you had" mereilessly persis-
ted Mrs. Farquhar, ''you might argue
from now until doomsday without alter
ing the state of affairs. Here IS your
hat, my dear; and don't forget the pa
regoric and Willie's shoes and Earry's
hat and the plumbers bill. y
The long business day lapsed slowly
away. and Mr.. Farguhar returned home
lust as the gray shadows of dusk wert
closing in, greatly rejoicing.
''f'ifty dollars clear GAIN" said he.
rubbing his palms together as he sal
down to the tea-table.' "Jones Dor
rowed it of me month ago, and wher
heard he had sailed for California
Put it down as a dead loss. Never ex
pected to see OF hear from the mar
again; when he turned up to-day with &
nsw fifty dollar bill, give you my wore
it seemed jnst like present.
sAnd what are you going to do will
it," inquired Mrs. Farquhar, who was
fastening the baby's bib.
81 don't know-I haven't thought
yet. I might go to Washington with AL
len and Ferguson, and the other fel-
lows"
"You might" said Mrs. Farquhar
dryly; "and 1 might have it for ne"
cloak. But think it would be rather
a more sensible way of spending the
money to pay the doctors BILL"
Mr.. Farquhar laughed.
"Well. my dear, I don't know bu
that you're right" said he, and
guess you may go around and pay it to
morrow"
The arrival of Master Tommy ant
Miss Lizzie, fresh from the nursery
broke up all further discussion, and Mr.
Faruuhar thrust the bill into his yes
pocket.
About midnight Mrs. Farquhar awok'
her husband to tell him about the bur
SlaTy next door.
"Eh," said Mr.. Farquhar. little un
easily. ga burglar? At Mr.. Morris =
And what was taken?"
"Watches --silver--clothing : every
thing" said Mrs. Farquhir, lowering
her voice to mysterious whisper. ''Il
the dead of night. while the family wer'
asleep. Lemuel dear, are you sure yot
recollected to bolt the front door an(
put up the chain?'
"Of course, recollected it, said Mr.
Farquhar little GROSSLY. 81 make i
my business to recollect everything. Gt
to sleep, my dear, and don't fret!''
And Just as he was sinking Off into 1
delicious slumber Mr. Farquhar be
thought himself of the Fifty dollar note
eyes, my vest pocket" he medltat
ed, 'just where the thieving scoundrel'
would be most apt to lay their hand'
upon it. I wish I had sent it to pay thu
doctors bill to night, instead of post
poning it until tomorrow. Halloo
though; have it!' as bright inspira
ton flashed into his drowsy brain. mo
body would ever dream of looking into
an old boot. 1t will be safe there unit
tomorrow, and I'll get rid of it as soor
as can."
Mr.. Farquhar went to bed ana slep
the sleep of the righteous; and the mex
morning, totally oblivious of the whole
proceeding, he arose and put on his slip
pers in beaming mood.
What's that. Bridget ? A beggar a
the door ?" he demanded.
"He says he's no shoes, sir, sale
Bridget, "an' the toes of him are OIL
the bare ground entirely"
"Poor fellow! And it's a sharp fros
ty morning." said Mr.. Farquhar. "Giv.
him my old boots, Bridget. I was 60
ing to have 'em half-soled, but l guess
this man needs them more than 1 cor
"Where are they, sir?" said Bridget
"On the floor, by the bed upstairs
Run quick. and don't leave the dool
open. Run, that's good girl"
The beggar man took the boots and
went on his way rejoicing. and just as
Mr.. Farquhar entered the room.
"Dol't forget to give me that fifty.
dollar bill, Lemuel, before you go-fol
the doctor you remember"
Mr.. Farquhar's hands dropped to his
side-his face turned dull tallowy tint
The-fifty-d -dollar-bill," repeated
he mechanically. "Good heavens! it's
gone!"
"Gone! Gone where ?''
Mr.. Farquhar made blind rush a,
the door, as if to overtake the beggal
who had shaken the dust of the thresh.
old off his feet two hours ago, and then
stood still. 1t was bad enough to lose