Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-12-12

"My dear" said Mr.. Peter Pensico.
to his wife, don't you think it would
be a good idea for US take a few
boarders?"
"Boarders?" echoed Mrs. Peter Pen
sico. ''what for?"
"To turn an honest penny my dear, "
said Mr. Pensico.
.'Pshaw :" said Mrs. Pensico.
"Times are hard" said Mr.. Pensieo.
"But you've got money enough" re-
torted his wife, with toss of her curly
head. x,
"Sylvia," said Mr.. Pensico. gravely,
"do you know that nobody ever has
money enough" ?"
NO" said Mrs. Pensico, shelling
away with great vigor at the pan of lima
beans in her lap. 81 don't know any
thing of the sort"
"Just think how nice it would
sound" said Mr.. Peter Pensico, with
his eyes half closed, and his head on
one side, s.Select board for few gen.
tlemen, in a cottage on the Hudson
fine view-excellent boating-plenty of
shade-milk and vegetables-terms
moderate. think | see it now in the
columns of the paper"
Il thought you rented this cottage to
please nle!'' said Mrs. Pensico. raining
down the emerald shower of lima beans
at double quick rate.
$50 l did, my dear-so 1 did," re-
sponded her husband. "But why
shouldn't we please a few select
boarders, too?"
Mr.. Pensico was a retired grocer,
''fat and forty," if not "fair." Mrs.
Pensieo had been pretty ward school
teacher, full twenty years younger than
her husband, who had boarded at the
same house with the dealer In nuts,
spices and moist sugars
Love is like the whooping cough, a
more dangerous disease the older you
grow. Mr.. Pensico took it very hard
so hard, indeed, that he married Syl-
via Smith at the end of fortnight's
acquaintance, and took her to live in
pretty little cottage on the Hudson.
"You are a jewel, my dear. " said Mr..
Peter Pensico; "and 1 mean to place
you in an appropriate setting"
But as the conflagration of his young
love died into a more steady and uneven
flame. Mr.. Pensico's old spirit of thrift
arose within him. Love In cottage
was all very charming; but the wages
of cook. chambermaid and handy man
counted up amazingly at the end OF the
mcnth. A COW grazing in the meadow
was picturesque, to be sure, but the feed
hills were something to shudder at.
Sylvia in white muslin was an adorable
object; but il sometimes occurred TO
Mr.. Pensico's perturbed brain that call
Goes would have been more economical,
viewed from the laundress' standpoint.
In short, .loYe. and economy were at
daggers drawn in the noble soul OF the
ex-grocerymans
"Don't you think its good idea, my
love? ~ persisted Mr.. Pensieo, brushing
a fly away from the circular bald spot
on the top OF ms heau-
"No, / DON'T said Mrs. Pensico.
but why not?"
81 don't like the idea of keeping a
tavern. % retorted the bride.
"My DEAR" said Mr.. Pensico, "you
exaggerate. A few select boarders-
"a few select fiddlesticks." inter
-u,,ad Mrs. Pensico, as she rose up,
ffnging the lima bean pods all over the
floor. Frf
Mr.. Pensico looked at his wife with
calm and speculative eye.
sShe don't like boarders," pondereo
he. "And she don't like to submit, al
a wife should, to her husbands au'
thoritv. Good! I'll enforce both these
questions, or I'll know the reason
whyi"
And Mr.. Peter Pensico sat down tt
write the advertisement whose glow
ing periods had been floating in frag'
mentary radiance through his BRAIN ioi
the last five or ten minutes.
81 ,oon't take boarders," said SYLVIA
ssMy DEAR" said Peter ''you will &c
just-pre-cisely-as think best"
'we'll see :" cried out Mrs. Pensico
"a woman ought to be proud to have
an opportunity of helping her husband
on in the world" oracularly observed
Mr.. Pensico.
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