The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1877-12-12
SOBER SECOND THOUGHT,

~ mast have it, Charles" said the
handsome little wife Of Mr.. Whitman.
So don'tput ON that sober face"
Did L put ON sober face ?" asked
the husband, with an attempt to smile
that was any hing but success.
Yes, sober RS a man on trial for his
life, Why, it's as long as the moral law
There, dear, clear it up, and look as
il yol had Mt least one friend in the
world. What money lovers you men
are |"
How much will it cost ?" inquired
Mr.. Whitman. There was another effort
to look cheerful and acquiescent.
About forty dollars, was answered,
with just little faltering in the lady's
voice, for she knew the sum would
sound extravagant.
Forty dollars Why, Ada, do you
think l am made of money @ Mr..
Whitman's countenance underwent a re-
markable change of expression.
declare, Charles, said his wife, a
little impatiently, "you look at me as if
l were an object of fear instead of alfec-
ton. l don't think this is kind of you.
I've only had three silk dresses since we
were married, while Amy Blight has had
six or seven during the same period,
and every one of hers cost more than
mine. i know you think me extrava-
giant, but L wish you had wife like
some women could name. rather
think you'd find out the difference be-
fore long"
"There, there, pet, don't talk to me
after this fashion I'll bring you the
money at dinner time that is, if -
No ifs nor butts, if you please.
The sentence is complete without them.
Thank you, dear I'll go this after
noon and buy the silk. SO don't fail to
bring the money. was in at Silkskins
yesterday, and saw one of the sweetest
patterns ever laid my eyes ON. Just
suits my style and complexion. / shall
be inconsolable if it's gone. You won't
disappoint mep"
And Mrs. Whitman laid her soft,
white hand ON the arm of her husband,
andTRiled with sweet persuasion in his
face.
"Oh, no. You shall have the money,
said Mr.. Whitman, turning from his
wife, as she thought, a little abruptly,
and hurrying from her presence. In his
precipitation, he had forgotten the usual
parting kiss.
"That's the way it is always I" said
Mrs. Whitman, her whole manner chang
ing, as the sound of the closing street
doors came jarring upon her ears. just
say money to Charles, and at once there
is a cloud in the sky
She sat down pouting and half angry.
"Forty dollars for a new dress p
mentally calculated the husband of vain,
pretty. thoughtless Mrs. Whitman. as he
shnt the door after him. 81 promised
to settle Thompson's coal bill to-day
thirty-three dollars but don't know
where the money is to come from. The
coal is burnt up, and more must be or,
dered. Oh, dear I'm discouraged
Every year 1 fall behindhand. This
winter did hope to get a little in ad
vance, but if forty-dollar silk dresses
are in order, there's an end TO that de-
voutly to be wished-for circumstance
Debt, debt How have always shrunl
from it /: but steadily, now, it is closing
its Bri@rian arms around me, and IN.
restricted chest labors in respiration
Oh, if 1 could but disentangle mysel
now, while have the strength of earl,
manhood, and the bonds that hold m,
are weak. If Ada could see as l SEE
l Sould only make her understand N.
position rightly. Alas that is hopeless
fear.