The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1878-06-26

"My good gracious p said voice
behind us; and there stood Sally, as ret
as the feathers in the duster she held il
her hand.
eyes, Mrs. Brown" said Black
"we've always been fond of this littl,
place, and I really believe we shall be a
happy here in our adversely as you vii
in your fine new house."
"Perdition seize my fine new house
and every one that has led me into thi
muddle9'' I cried, beside myself will
fright and ve1ation. ":You know that
sha'n't have the money now to go OF
with. It will be all I can do to keeI
from bankruptcy myself"
"God forbid that I should refuse tt
aid my husband in this extremity !
said Sally, with great nobility of accent
and manner. "Well make the sacrifice
ourselves, Joe; we'll keep our own lit
tie place; we'll go on in the old way,
dear. Well stay here ourselves, Joe.
"I'm obliged to you for your con.
.sideration, madam" I replied; "but
! when the horse is gone, it's too late tc
shut the stable door. The house is let,
and the furniture is sold."
"My furniture sold l'' shrieked Sally.
"Oh oh ! oh my furniture, my dear
old furniture, taken. from me It amt
yours. They can't take my things fol-
your debts"
"Just watt" said I, "will you, till
you're called upon to pay my debts
You gave orders for the furniture to be
sold and the house to bo rented your-
self. The agent told me this morning
that a young married couple had taken
them. Well have to go to town and
take furnished fiat"
ga furnished fiat |" echoed my wife,
sinking into chair, and covering her
face with her apron" furnished fat!'
And although I can safely swear she had
time and again held this way of living
to be a domestic felicity, there was an
unspeakable misery in her view OF it
now. "I wish I was dead !" she said.
"I'd rather go to my grave than to a
furnished fat-iust in the lovely spring
time, when the Brahmas are beginning
to set, and the strawberry Led is one
mass OF bloom. Oh, my poor child !"
she cried, to Rosalie, who had run in
and thrown herself at her mothers
knee, "your Mr.. Green has turned out
to be a nasty defaulter. A young mar
ried couple have robbed us of house
and home, and your father has the
cruelty to talk to me Of a furnished fiat. "
"He isn't my Mr.. Green" Rosalle
broke in, "nor ever was, and the mar
ried couple won't rob you of anything
but-but "a bad. undutiful daughter.
You shall stay here, mother dear, and
and Bo-Bob and I will go to the city
and take the furnished fiat"
Gam I to understand" said I, ad-
vancing to this dear hlushing, weeping
child, and feeling singular warmth
and cheer creep about my fainting heart
fam to believe that you and. Bob
are the married couple in question p
Rosalie hung her sweet head, and my
wife cried out to me, with the coolest
assurance, that she told me how it
would be all along, and that all further
opposition on my part would be useless.
"You'd better 60 to the train, Joe"
she said !; "poor old Black has been
gone this ten minutes. And bring home
some garden seeds with you, and bring
Bob to supper. Well all live here to-
gether. And please God, my darling"
she said, finging her arms about our
little daughter, "we'l all be happy
yet !"-Harper's Weekly.