The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-02-09

came home TO dinner, his wife led him
| into the parlor and triumphantly OK,
hibited 10 him two very elegant easy.
chairs, covered with crimson tamask.
The gentleman admired them as mat
ter Of course, then carelessly inquired
how much she had paid for them. Mrs.
Camps bright face clouded little rs
she said, hail apologetically:
~ gave little more than expected
to. but they are such beauties. Mrs.
Deane bid against me, too, and l was
determined she shouldn't have them.
They'd look nice, to be sure, on her old
faded carpet! ! had to pay $50 for the
two"
Mr.. Camp lifted his eyebrows.
ssRather expensive, weren't theyp"
"Well, l don't think they were so
very, considering they are such hand
some chairs. don't believe that they
cost less than 800 when they were
new"
"Tut, tut, my dear; they never cost
any thing like such sum. But don I
let rs quarrel about two chairs. Did
You see any thing else worth buying"
"Oh, such lots of things, Harry-the
house was just elegant. But l didn't
buy any thing else there but couple Of
vases for the sitting-room mantle. They
were so cheap and pretty l couldn't
help it. Then went down TO Madame
L. Heureux's TO see about my new bon
net, and coming home i saw some
blankets in Bruce's window, marked
down to almost nothing, so went in to
look at them, and they were really very
good for the prices-colored to be sure,
but / thought they would do nicely for
Margaret's bed, so l bought pair of
them, and Margaret is going to put
them on her bed tomorrow morning.
She rather turned up her nose at them,
because they were not white, Isuppose;
but / told her there were plenty Of poor
people who would be glad to get color
ed blankets, and I thought they'd do
for her.s'
~ don't blame Margaret" said Mr..
Camp. with q little annoyance in his
tone; "gray blankets always look dirty
to me, and / don't know why an old
servant like Margaret shouldn't have
white ones, il she prefers them, as long,
Il I'm not mistaken, there's almost suf-
ficient for a regiment in the house al
ready. l shouldn't have Thought that
you'd have bought any more blankets,
Laura, and at Bruce's, too-a dirty,
shop. You don't know
where his goods may come from, nor
what sort Of people may have used them |
before you"
"Oh, III risk all that" was Mrs.
Camps careless answer, and as for |
he blankets, didn't really need them,
but they were so cheap, and they were
ust as good for Margaret's use as my
white ones, and I can save them for
some special occasion. Blankets won't |
poll, and you know, II you keep a
hing seven years you'll find use for
~ had ought to know it by this
lime, was the laughing response; ssfor
you've told me often enough. The |
,nly trouble Is, II you keep on filling up |
he house, we shan't have any room at /
III to keep things over night, even, let |
alone for any longer period"
Mr.. Camp sauntered of down town !
again.
For fortnight or so every thing |
moved on quietly in the Camp house.
hold.
There happened to be no auctions in |
he neighborhood, and Mrs. Camp was
90 busy sewing to have any time to |
un round to secondhand shops, sol
hat for little while the demon Of bar
rains seemed to have lost its sway over |
he mistress of the house.
Then one evening Mrs. Camp met her |
husband ct the door with an alarmed |
gcs.
"Margaret is verv i'll, Harry, and I've |
been waiting for you 50 impatiently to |
70 tor the doctor. am afraid she is
yoing to to have fever
IN 60 right of now, Laura, !" was
Mr.. Camps quick response. "You'd |
better keep the children away from her |
i'll we know what is the matter"
have-all but Ada-who is sitting |
With her now. Ill call her down, |
hough, II you think 1t best"
|" think l would" replied her hus-
,and. ut isn't wise TO run any risks
With the little ones.''
But Ada, pretty, lady-like girl Of
'leven or twelve, begged 50 hard to
tay with her old nurse that her mother,
cling herself that the harm, IL harm
here was, had already been done, had
10 heart TO refuse.
Margaret had lived with them SO long
hat she seemed almost more like an
Id and trusted friend than servant.
10 the doctor came and found them
10Th there BY the bedside-the mother
md daughter.
The old family physicians face look.
d grave with his first glance at Mar
,aret's flushed countenance, and he
ent father and child into the next room
While he made an examination Of his
'atient. When IL was ended his face |,
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