Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-12-13

said her husband, slyly enjoying the
nun. where's my newspaper?,
"old Mr.. Foxcraft just sent to bor-
row 1t, said Mrs. Trelyon.
"oh, hang old Foxcraft!" cried out
Louis, impatiently. "If he's too
stingy to su bscribe to the paper HIM
SELF
"Re-mem- Der :" laughed Mrs. Trel-
yon. twenty-five cents for you.n
Caught, by Jove!" said Trelyon.
subsiding sheepishly into his easy
chair.
Husband and wife were both tolera-
bly, cautious during the rest of the
evening until old Mr.. Foxcraft came to
return the paper.
Heard the news?" said old Fox
craft.
"No," said Louis.
Leslie Hayward has applied for
divorce, all on account of Mr.. Gordon.
"Hayward's the biggest fool going,
not to have put an end to the thing be-
fore this said Trelyon, impulsively.
Sand Mrs. Hayward has behaved
shamefully!" !" chimed in Mrs. Trelyon.
Remember !" said Louis, suddenly
recollecting himself.
Twenty-Five cents for your re-
torted Mrs. Trelyon.
Old Foxcraft stared.
The next morning it was raining.
''There goes old Mrs. Myers, under
that same Noah's ark of an umbrella"
said Treylon, as he looked out of the
window. 81 do really, think, Pauline
that the ladies of the Dorcas Society
ought to subscribe and buy her a new
one."
"That counts for twenty five cents"
said Pauline, who was sitting on low
divan, buttoning her boots. "Oh,
dear. there goes another button! l
told Molly to sew them on tight, but
she never pays any attention to what l
tell her-a flighty, feather-headed
thing,''
"And that counts for ten," said Mr..
Trelyon.
Laws" cried the wife, flushed and
indignant; 81 shan't keep up this nom
sensical child's play any longer,''
"Oh, but you must" said Mr.. Trel-
yon. you've begun, and you must
go on"
At breakfast, a note was handed to
Mrs. Trelyon.
"Miss Perkins wants to come here
and spend the day - said she irritably,
as she opened and read it. "Oh, dear
and we've nothing but cold lamb in
the house! Why can't people stay at
home until they're inviteds | do think
Miss Perkins is perfect bore"'
"Ten cents,'' said Mr.. Trelyon, in a
business-like sort of way.
Mrs. Trelyon threw down the note,
in pet.
Nonsense sputtered she.
"Very good sense" said her hus-
band, tearing open his own letters.
''Hey-hello, here's your cousin Did
derley wants to borrow hundred dol
lars again,'
"Poor Didderley," said Mrs. Trel-
you, compassionately, she's always in
difficulty, OF course you'll try and
accommodate him?"
''Of course I'll do no such thing
said Mr.. Trelyon, savageiy. 81 don't
see why should throw away my SUBJ
stance on a miserable, thriftless. loaf
ing scamp like"
Mrs. Trelyon reached down the little
tin savings-bank, and extended ii
toward her husband, with a smile.
His countenance fell, as he fumbled
in his pocket.
"Never once thought of the fine,
Pauline" said he.
At the end of the week, there were
three dollars in quarters, and two dol
lars and seventy cents in tens, in the
savings bank.
"Now say, dear" said Mrs. Trelyon,
with mischievously sparkling eyes,
(which is the gossip?"
"You've got me cornered, Pauline"
said her lord and master with gri-
mace. "But now, look here, my girl
if you and have got into such habit
of criticising and fault-finding as this,
it's high time we got out of it,"
81 think so toO," said Mrs. Trelyon.
And so with the contents of the saw
ings-bank, she bought pretty little
framed and glazed illuminated text,
which she hung up in the parlor. This
was the legend: