Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-09-01

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w~~k. h. felt justified IN substituting
chsmpaxpe for lnxeIh~iDer.
This bad h-e<n ms invarisose habit fron
The time e bis settling in the village too
years before. lie had never cnee devia'ed
from this rule, for unlike MANY Of his
brotherhood, be led a thoroughly we'll
regulated life.
One Saturday night, finding himself at
the inn rather earlier than usual, he
sought to pass away the time till his
companions arrived at the reading-table.
The Eastern question was agitating the
public mind just then, and people were
Specializing much over 1t.
Paul began listlessly turning the leaves
of q bound volume of illustrated papers,
looking indifferently at the wood-cuts.
Between the pages lay the fragment OF
political newspaper. His eyes fell ON a
letter from Vienna correspondent, who
in diplomatic and oracular fashion dis
coursed upon the situation" winding
up with the remarkable declaration:
1--WE are standing on volcano, and no
one knows what q day may bring forth! -
Paul, who had never been especially
interested in politics, closed the volume
with startling clap.
The words I'VE are standing on vol
cano." seemed to affect his mind very ma
terially. ;.
0The duse!" be muttered to himself.
"War is imminent, and war is the de-
clsred enemy of all the muses.! What
will become of me in the event which,
according to this correspondent, is close
upon usa Horrors! Who will buy pictures
when bombshells are bursting9 Alas,
alas! l must begin at once to adapt my
self to circumstances, and live sparingly
and economically"
Now see what followed.
That evening he ordered, instead OF his
customary champagne, q modest quantity
of Ingelheimer, with the words:
"In these hard times we cannot indulge
in Injuries"
This remark made a profound impress
sion on Herr Grundhuber, the landlord,
and the next morning when his wife asked
for the money to pay for the Sunday loaf
of cake, he waved her back, saying:
ssIn these hard times there's no money
to waste on cakes!'
The bakers boy, who, according to the
Gruningen custom, delivered his sweet
wares at their patrons houses, stared
blankly, and did not fail to repeat to his
master, word for word, Herr Grundhu-
ber's remark concerning the bard times.
The baker, who thought himself quite
politician, looked up and down and
around in terrible perplexity.
"H'm! Herr Grundhuber, the well-to-
do host of Einhorn, denies himself his
usual Sunday treat There must be some
thing in it! Things must be bad! His
self-denial is proof positive that the
times are hard indeedf'
An hour later, when he entered his
wife's room, the baker found her exam
aning with evident delight a quantity of
dress material spread out before her.
(which piece had better select for
Msthildel" she asked, smiling.
"Alsck!" the baker exclaimed, i've
have had many expenses lately, and now
in these hard times We must buy only
what is absolutely necessary. What do
YOU thinkf Grundhuber has taken no
cake for to-day, and under such circum-
stances our children must take what they
can get and wait for fine clothes until the
times mendI'
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