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

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 woman defled. becomes a wo.
man dangerous, and Mrs. Peter Pensico
determined that she would not be con.
Quered.
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 magesterial
air.
"Ten dollars a week is nv a ixed
price" said he; "but as there are three
of you, / 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 the
sofa bedstead in the back parlor.
"Are we always to live sop plain
lively demanded Mrs. Pensico.
"One shouldn't mind a little ipcon-
venience, my dear, when a matter of
twenty-five dollars week is at stake, -
said Mr.. Pensico, with an air of superior
wisdom.
But as the days wore on. and Messrs.
Jones, Brown and Smith began to feel
more at home, matters began to be less
pleasant to Mr.. Peter Pensico.
''My dear" said the pdter familids to
his young wife, one day, ''do you think
it is quite dignified for you to be romp-
ing out on the lawn with those three
young men?"
81 wasn't romping," retorted Sylvia,
with pout that showed the coral curve
of her lip tothe very best advantage.
81 was only playing croquet. You
charged me especially to try and make
things agreeable to the boarders, didn't
you?''
This was on Monday. On Tuesday
Mrs. Pensico went fishing with the
three boarders. Pensico might have
gone too-perhaps-only that the boat
was capable of holding but four.
On Wednesday there was a picnic up
the river, to which Mr.. Smith invited
Mrs. Pensico. On Thursday Mr.. Jones
and Mr.. Brown had a scamp out" in
the woods, of which Mrs. Pensico and
one Miss Tomlinson of the neighbor.
hood formed an Indispensable accom-
paniment.
On Friday Mr.. Brown undertook to
lay out Mrs. Pensico's verbena bed in
true landscape gardening style. On
Saturday it rained, and Mr.. Jones, who
was considerable of an elocutionist, read
poetry alone to Mrs. Pensico, while she
darned the family hose. On Sunday,
Mr.. Smith drove Mrs. Pensico to a
church ten miles away, in an elegant
little buggy with long-tailed horse.
"This is getting intolerable," said
Mr.. Pensico.
And he wished he hadn't written
that advertisement.
But this was nothing TO his chagrin
on the next day, when he found Mr..
Smith sitting under the apple trees
with his arm around Sylvia's waist.
.'Sir!" Numbered Mr.. Pensico.
"Eh % said the boarder.
'Leave my premises!" said the
grocer.
.I've just paid weeks board in ad-
vance," suggested Mr.. Smith.
"Take back your wretched dross!"
beloved Mr.. Pensico. fiinging roll OF
bills on the grass. go! Depart! Lose
no time, and take those other two young
men with you. Pm sick of boarders ~
And so the three young men departed.
When once the garden gate was closed
behind them. Mr.. Pensico elevated his
right arm theatrically in the air.
"Never-never will receive anoth-
er boarder into my family" said he.
" As for you, false wife
eNo; but is honor bright about
the boarders?" interrupted Mrs. Pen
sico, with sparkling eyes.
al swear it by yonder cerulean
blue?" said Mr.. Pensico, who had just
been reading "St. Elmo"
"Certain sure?" said Mrs. Pensico.
Certain sure!" said her husband.
"In that case," said Mrs. Pensico.
81 may as well tell now now, as any
time. that John Brown and Ferdinand
Jones are my cousins, and that Charlie
Smith is my brother"
"Eh? ?" gasped Mr.. Pensico. Was
twas it conspiracy
.They wanted board in the country,
said Mrs. Pensico, "and you wanted
boarders."
A heavy weight seemed to be lifted
from Mr.. Pensico's heart as he remem-
bered the arm around Sylvia's waist.
So il was only her Drother! Anu i''ie
Sylvia hadn't played the married f1irt,
after all
He took his wife in his arms and gave
her hearty kiss.
"My DEAR" said he, "you're mis-
chievous little girl but 1 forgive you
And guess we'll give up the boarding
business.
Which was all tqat Mrs. Penslcc
wanted.
81 was determined to. conquer him,
thought she, "and I've done It,"
Woman.
The perception of woman is as quict
as lightning. Her penetration Is III
.lmost instinct. By glance