The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1876-01-13


she would check me in my little extrava-
gances," said he. "She would be in
valuable to me. She wears one dress ten
years. The fates must have sent her to
earth for my special benefit.
So, after due consideration, Peter re-
solved to court the economical widow,
and, that lady being conveniently domi-
ciled at Mrs. Browns he found every OPP
portunity.
1t was very inexpensive courtship.
He gave her not present. She expected
none. He took her nowhere save to
church, where neither of them ever saw
the plate, and both were happy.
At last he proposed. She blushed and
hesitated, and begged time to consider.
At last she said, II am afraid to say yes,
Mr.. Buskirk. 1 like you; but you are so
terribly extravagant. You drink tea
and coffee, and eat butter, and really l
should fear coming to want, | should, in
deed"
al Why I'm the most economical
soul living" said Peter.
Extravsgant people always think
that" said the lady. "No, I'm afraid to
say yes, unless, indeed, you were to make
your property over to me, so that l
could be sure that you would not ruin
yourself. OF course that is impossible,
and it would be such care that really
could scarcely desire it, even for a gen.
tleman 80 much respect"
And the economical relict blushed and
hesitated.
1t was Peters turn to pause.and con-
slider. He went away to do so, and, re-
turning suddenly to his house, found his
servant-maid selling dripping to man.
He dismissed her at once, and rushed
back to the Widow Barlow's.
"My money would be safer in your
hands than mine," he said, with a moan.
Marry me, and keep me from being
ruined"
What the widows answer was may be
judged from the fact that three weeks
from that day they were united, the
clergyman receiving five saillings from
Peter, and the bride wearing her brown
merino, in the pocket Of which she care
fully deposited the deeds which made the
property exclusively her own.
"Now for happiness" said Peter. " No
more thieving servants-no more waste
and lovely wife into the bargain. He,
he, he! Peter Buskirk is the man for
luck"
And he took his bride home to dine
on cold meat and radishes, being abso-
lutely ashamed even to speak of his ac-
customed mutton chop before so economi-
cal lady.
The next morning he hurried off TO
business.
"Never waste time, love-" said the
newly married dame. Besides I've
great deal to attend to; SO goodbye"
Goodbye" responded Peter. "What
a treasure you are, my dear. The wash
ing, / suppose? My mother always
washed on Monday"
And away he went, content with him /
self and all the world.
AT six he returned. Horror of hor- |
rorsl there were ladders against his 1
house, and men upon them. Had there
been fire? He rushed up, breathless.
"What is the matter? Who are these
men?" he painted. "Fire thieves OF |
must be dreaming"
"Don't make noise, love-" said a |
voice from the parlor window. "They're
only the house painters"
House-paintersl
{. Yes, dear. Don't you know the
Dutch prOverb, "A coat of paint pays it
Peter breathed again.
"But the awful expenseI" he said.
Dear, dear, you should have consulted
me-"
He stumbled into the house and over
he form of man kneehng in the hall.
"Who are your he asked.
In reply the person produced card
IN which was printed, "Gilt & Binder,
Upholsters"
Sand what are you doing% gasped
Peter.
Measuring the hall for new oil
10th, sir" said the man.
Peter staggered on.
A woman was making up carpet in
he front parlor; another was arrang-
ng curtains.
He rushed up stairs.
There sat another woman also at
work.
Again he gasped the question, "Who
re y0u ?'
"Mrs Buskirk's regular seamstress,
,lease, sir, said the woman.
And where is Mrs. Buskirk ?"
Here, love-" said voice.
And there entered, from the adjoining
Dom, lady dressed in silk, and in ex-
,ansive crinoline, with bracelets, brooch,
arrings, and little lace cap worth a
mall fortune. h
The furniture is ordered, and the
'ainters are here, and I've engaged all
ne servants, Mr.. Buskirk, said the lady;
and the cook wants to know whether
'ou like beef under or well done. In
uch things you shall have your choice
lways. There was no time to make a
,udding to-day, so we must have ices.
strawberries, too, are only two shillings
basket"
Mrs. Buskirk, have you gone crazyr
ried Peter, "or am dreaming
Pm wide awake, at all events" cried
he lady. "Pve starved long enough,
nd worn that brown merino until / hate
t. ] always was fond of dress"
Fond of dress !" repeated Peter; "and
owed good thingsP'
"Loved good things" repeated the
pouse; "and now I'm married mean to
lave them"
"But if-I ad-known-I-"b began
Peter.
Wouldn't have married me, 1 sup
,ose," said the bride. "Well, my cousin,
drs. Brown, told me that, you know"
Peter looked at her. The truth was
lain at last. He tried to speak, but
could not. He stared at his lady for FIVE
minutes by the clock, and then rushed
'ut of the house, muttering, "Taken in
AIKEN in-l"
1t is said Peter Buskirk never re-
overed the shock. Against his will he
ived luxuriously ever after; and his
wife astonished the neighbors by her
attire and grand parties.
But nevertheless Peter himself expired
n less than year; and the last words
IN his lips were said to be, "Taken inl
AIKEN in!"
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The Prosecuted MOultOn.
II is not often man considers himself
injured to the extent of $J0.-
100 by an adulterer and perjurer," but
hat is precisely what Mr.. Francis ID.
IoultOn, of Brooklyn, thinks. The
purity of his character has been ques-
iOned bV Mr. Raecher and the irre |