The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-06

But as the conflagration of his young
love died into more steady and un-
even flame, Mr.. Pensico's old spirit of
thrift arose within him. Love in cot
tage was all very charming; but the
wages of cook, chambermaid and handy
man counted up amazingly at the end of
the month. A COW grazing in the
meadow was picturesque, to be sure, but
the feed-bills were something to shudder
at. Sylvia in white muslin was an
adorable object but it sometimes occur
red to Mr.. Pensico's perturbed brain
that calicoes would have been more
economical, viewed from the laundress'
standpoint. In short, Love and Econ
omy were at daggers drawn in the noble
soul of the eX-grocery man.
"Don't you think it's good idea, my
love?" persisted Mr.. Pensico, brushing
a fly away from the circular bald spot
on the top of his head.
mo, l DON'T" said Mrs. Pensico.
But why not ?"
L don't like the idea of keeping
tavern" retorted the bride.
Mr., DEAR" said Mr.. Pensico, you
exaggerate A few select boarders
"A few select fiddlesticks" inter-
rupted Mrs. Pensico, as she rose VI, fling
ing the lima bean-pods all over the
floor.
"Mr. Pensico looked at his wife with
calm and speculative eye.
She don't like boarders," pondered
he. And she don't like to submit las
wife should, to her husbands authority.
"Good I'll enforce both questions, or
I'll know the reason why !"
And Mr.. Peter Pensico sat down to
write the advertisement whose glowing
periods had been floating in fragmentary
radiance through his brain for the last
five or ten minutes.
CT won't take boarders,'' said Mrs.
Pensico.
My DEAR" said Peter, "you will do
Just precisely as think best"
" We will see!" cried out Mrs. Peter
Pensico.
A woman ought to be proud to have
an opportunity of helping her husband
on in the world" oracularly observed
Mr.. Pensico.
81 believe the richest people in the
world are always the meanest," said
Sylvia, with a jerk of her pretty brown
curls.
Economy, my dear, economy !" said
Mr.. Pensico "Take care of the pence,
and the pounds will take care of them
selves. A penny saved is a penny
earned. Money makes money"
And Mrs. Pensico, fairly overwhelmed
by this cataract of proverbs, ceased her
unavailing remonstrances. After all,
what good would they do?
Poor little Sylvia was beginning to
comprehend that marrying a rich old
screw was not the shortest way to per-
feet happiness
But q woman defied becomes woman
dangerous, and Mrs. Peter Pensico de-
termined that she should would not be
conquered.
-Four days after the appearance of the
advertisement which cost so much time
and pains, three young gentlemen ap-
piled for board.
Mr.. Pensico assumed a magisterial as
pect.
Ten dollars a week is my fixed
price, said he but as there are three of
you, L don't mind saying twenty-five
dollars"
And on these terms Messrs. Smith,
Brown and Jones became possessors of
the three best bedrooms of the cottage,
driving Mr. Pensico and his wife to a
sofa beadstead in the back parlor.
" Are we always to live so?" plain
lively demanded Mrs. Pensico.
" One shouldn't mind little incon-
venience, my dear, when a matter OF
twenty-five dollars a week is at stake, u
said Mr.. Pensico, with an air of superior
wisdom.
But as the days wore on, and Messrs.
Jones, Brown and Smith began to feel
themselves more at home matters began
to be less pleasant to Mr.. Pensico.
My DEAR" said the pater familias to
his young wife, one day, (" do you think
it is quite dignihed for you to be romp-
ing out on the lawn with those three
young men z"
81 wasn't romping," retorted Sylvia,
with pout, that showed the coral curve
of her lip to the best advantage. was