The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-27

love you"
My darling!" he cried embracing
her.
"There now, stop. You wouldn't
marry wax doll of girl who couldn't
keep house in order, cook, carve, pre-
serve, darn, mend, sew, dust, and sweep.
I've heard you say So"
"That's true,' ruefully muttered
Dick.
Well, will not marry man who
cannot by his own labors support LIE.
1 don't want clubhouse swell or q
lardy-tardy man of society for hus-
band l want real man, hard-fisted
workman who can knock down giant
if he insults me. A good, honest son of
toll, one whom I'll be proud to point out
as my husband, and on whose shoulder
can lean my head and, confident of
his strong love, know no fear in the
world"
"What do you want me to do, my
darling ?"
Learn trade, be man, an indie
pendent man. When you have earned
enough money to buy a set of furniture
and can show me that you are able to
support me I'll say, " Dick, my boy,
I'm yours"
"I'll do it," cried Dick.
Next day, without word of opposi-
tion from his mother, which he thought
rather strange, he left home, went to the
city, made arrangements with friend
of his, a carpenter and builder, to learn
the trade.
Dick was q natural mechanic. No
workman was ever needed at home, he
mended everything. There was no tool
he could not use, and therefore at the
end of six months there was not jour-
neyman in the shop could compare with
him for elegant work. Then he rented
a little shop and set up for himself.
Strange to say, his first order came
from the widow Flipper to thoroughly
repair three of her new houses. OF
course little pink and white had nothing
to do with this.
Mrs. Flipper recommended him to all
her property-owning friends. His bust
ness increased wonderfully. Item His
work was always well done.
At the end of the year he had really
good business.
Then he went home one Saturday
night with bank book and plain gold
rinn in l1ia 1NOnlrnt Ia in, ho
kitchen-way; there was no one there.
On his way up stairs he met his
mother. Embraces followed, and he
asked:
Where's Kate ?"
We have hitherto neglected to men,
ton that the cooks name was Kate.
"Not in,",' answered Mrs. Glenn
mems; "but Kitty Flipper is up tairs [;
come up and be presented;"
Hang Kitty Flipper," said he.
There need be no embarrassment,
Dick, she's engaged"
80, she is, ehY Well come along"
Miss Flipper, my son." said Mrs.
Clemmens, presenting him.
Dick looked up.
"What !" he yelled, looking at the
lady. "Kate, by Jupiter what does
this mean Y''
"I'm Kitty Flipper, and Kate the
cook, too. L tried you, my dear, and
you've stood the test nobly. You've
proved yourself my ideal of man.
Take me if you will, my darling"
And he did take her while the old
lady discreetly looked out of the window
and thought of her youth.
And you were all in the plot against
me, ell ?" asked he.
Yes" squeaked the ladies, half
frightened now that they were found
out.
"Well, I'm glad of it. Kate, you've
made man of me. insisted on my
wife being worker and it's poor rule
that won't work both ways"
Three days after the little village
church-But pshawl the intelligent
reader can guess the rest and can see that
what is sauce for the goose is sauce for
the gander.
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