The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-08-12
MAN AND WIFE.
An Everyday Scene.

An Everyday Scene.
Albert l wish you would let me have
seventy-fve cents.
Kate Landman spoke very carefully, for
che knew that her husband had not much
money to epare yet she spoke earnestly
and there was world Of entreaty in her
look.
What do you want seventy-ive cents for?
asked Albert.
want to get some braid for my new
dress.
thought you had all the material on
hand for that.
SO | thought had but Mrs. Smith and
Mrs. Thompson both have trimming OF
braid unon theirs, and il looks very pretty.
1t is very fashionable, and it certainly adds
much to the beauty Of dress.
Plague take these women's fashions!
\ our endless trimmings and thing-a-ma-
jigs cost more than the dress is worth It's
nothing but shell out your money when
once a wcman thinks OF a new dress
don't have many new dresses, and GER
tsinly do try to be as economical as ! can.
II is funny kind of economy at all
events. But if you must have ii, suppose
you must
And Albert Landman took out his wallet
and counted ont the seyenty-tive cents; but
he gave it gIudgingly, and when he put
the wallet back into his pocket he did 1t
with an emphasis. that 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 conci"'ie,i va GO
| pack and ret his umbrella and upon re-
entering he slttng.room he found hs wife
in tears She tried to hide the fact she had
been weeping, but he had caught her in the
ACT, aud asked what it meant.
Good gracioush cried the husband, |
should like to know if you are crying at
what | said about the dress.
was not crying at what you said Albert,
replied Kate TREMENDOUSLY; but you were so
reluctant to grant me the favor. was
thinking how hard l have to work; am
tied TO the house how many little things
have to porplex me---then to think
pshaw what do you want to be foolish
for?
And away started Albert Lendman sec
ond time, but he was not to escape so easily.
In the hall he was met by his daughter
Lizzie, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked girl OF
ten years.
o, papa give me fifteen cents.
What?
o. | want fifteen cents. Do please give
it tn me.
WHAT in the world do you want with ii?
Are they changing school books agsinp
No want TO buy hoop. Ellen Smith
has got one, and so has Mary Buck and
Sarah Ellen. Mr.. Grant has got some real
pretty ones to sell. Can't have one
Nonsense if you want hoop go and get
one off some old barrel. / can't afford to
be buying hoops for you to trundle about
the streets.
Please, papa.
No, told you.
The bright eyes filled with tears, and the
child's sobblng broke upon his ear. Albert
Laudman hurried from the house with some
very impatient words upon his lips.
This was IN the morning. At noon when
he came home to dinner, there was cloud
over the household. His wife was sober,
and even little Lizzie, usually very gay and
blihesOme, 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 forbearng.
After tea, Albert did q few chores about
the house, and then he lighted cigar aud
walked out He had gone but short dis
lance when he met Lizzie. In her right
hand she dragged an old hoop, which she
had taken from a dilapidated flour barrel,
while with her left, she was rubbing her
SWOLLEN eyes. She was in 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, said Albert, patling the lit.
lie one upon the head (for the childs grief
touched HIM perhaps we'll have new
hoop sometime.
Mayn't | have one now Mr.. Grant got
one left-oh such a pretty one
The sobbing had ceased as the child
caught her fathers hand eagerly.
Not now, Lizzie-not now. llithink OF
it.
Sobbing again, the child moved on to-
wards home. dragging the old hoop after
her.
At one of the stores, Albert Landman met
some of his friends.
Hello Albert What's up
Nothing in particular.
What do you say to \ game OF billiards
Albert
Good I'm in for that.
And away went Albert to the billiard
hall, where he had glorious time with his
| IIlpnus. llt lkCu IL N"o q
healthy, pretty game, and the keeper OF the
hall allowed no rough scuffs on his prem
Uses.
They had played four games. Albert had
won two, aud his opponent had won two.
That's two and two, cried Tom Piper.
What do you say to playing them off, AL
bert?
All right, go in, said Albert, full of an
imaton.
So they played the fifth game, and he
who lost was to pay for the five games. 1t
was an exciting contest. Both made cap
ilal runs, but in the end Albert was beaten
by three points; aud with little laugh he
went up to settle the bill. Five games,
twenty cents game-just one dollar. Not
much for such sport aud he paid out the
money with grace, and never once SEEM
J ing to feel that he could not afford it,
Have cigar said Tom.
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