Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1875-11-24

just going to look for you. /
thought it was too bad for you al
ways to have to walk"
swell, my son." she replied,
"yon would not have found me. ]
have been to the city"
"The city! Gee whittaker!' and
Leonard gave a prolonged whistle.
"Yes," said Mrs. Giles, getting
into the wagon. "And now l wish
you to go to the station with me
and bring home my purchases"
Leonard mounted beside her,
saying, "And so the old man did
shell out for once in his life and
give you little money, did he y
Mrs. Giles reproved Leonard for
speaking thus of his father, but he
continued:
"Well, l can't help it. / think il
is mean shame. He never gives
you a cent to spend, but sends you
to the store with the same old or
der: please let the bearer have
what she needs / would make il
convenient to need great many
things if l were you."
1t was late when Mr.. Giles re-
turned. He hastily dismounted
and gave his horse to one Of the
boys. Entering the house he call.
ed for his supper in no gentle tone
Fortunately, supper was just ready
Having satisfied his ravenous ap-
petite, he arose from the table, say
ing:
"Come, boys, it's time that you
were in bed. I'll want you by day.
light in the morning." and setting
the example, Mr.. Giles went to
bed, and was soon asleep.
About eleven o'clock Mrs. Giles
having finished her work, and made
preparations for breakfast, retired
to rest. Being much fatigued by
the days excitement, she soon slep'
heavily.
After the first nap Mr.. Giles was
restless and uneasy. He tossed
and turned from side to side, but
no more sleep for him; so he con-
cluded to get mp. Having dress
ed himself, he took the candle, and
proceeded to the kitchen. The
slender tallow dip, threw q lurid
light around the apartment. Things
seemed to have changed since
morning.
Raising the light above his head
he gazed long and earnestly around
the kitchen. There stood a new
stove, with its black and polished
face, smiling upon him row of
bright and shining tinware was
neatly arranged on the shelf behind
it. Turning around his eye fell up
on a washing machine with a
wringer attached. Taking hold of
the crank, and giving it a turn or
two, he said,--
ga sewing machine, by thunder !
But how in the name OF common
sense they sew upon It is more than
/ can tell"
Placing the candle on table, he
came in contact with patent churn.
"What! another blasted con-
cernl Polly, Polly ~ he screamed,
seizing the candle, and hurryine
back into the sleeping room.
In his haste his foot caught in
the frame work Of a sewing ma
chine, and he fell full length in the
middle of the floor, while the can
die found a resting place on the
opposite side of the room.
Mrs. Giles, suddenly aroused
from sound sleep, started up in
a bewildered way saying:
"What is it Philipi What's the
matteri Z"
Mrs. Giles sprang from the bed
and assumed an air of dignity.
"Matter enough" growled he,
picking up, and rescuing the can
die from its proximity to the bed
clothes. "Who has filed up the
house with all that trumpery
And who do you think Is going to
pay for iti II you think l am you
are mistaken"
"phillip Giles" said she, "Ihave
always faithfully endeavored to do
my duty as a wife and mother.
I have patiently borne my priva.
tions, thinking them necessary to
husband our means, while you have
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