Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1878-03-19
Finances aud Love.

1t was eve, and not a sweet, balmy
night either. The wintry wind whist
led around the dwelling, and the snow
fell thick and fast. If any of my SEN
fences appear hackneyed, please for
give me, as am now working over a
well-worn theme. But will not say
here: ''There was blood upon the face
of the moon, and death rode upon pale
with horse" First, because | do not
like the sentence, and, secondly, the
moon that night. had an engagement
elsewhere, and death was very busy in
doors. I always tell the truth-if can.
He was sitting in her familiar parlor.
upon the old-in acquaintance only
sofa, resting on the oft-pressed place,
white his arm, for the ten thousandth
time, around her-what adjective shall
I use? Let me see! All! l have It'll
elastic waist, and her lovely blonde head
reposed gently upon his heaving, manly
shoulder. All, it was superfne-for him
narrowing to the reader and writer -
They were engaged; had been betrothed
for six mouths. Tue soft rays of the gas
turned down-fell benignly on them,
kindly concealing his soiled shirt and
happy, and softly patted his brown hands
with her lily white ditto in loves sweet
caress. He appeared gloomy, distracted,
depressed, as if his mind were on come
thing not then near him.
"Darling," she murmured in sweet
tones, "what has been the matter with
you for the past two weeks? You are SO
dull, SO quiet, so sad-looking. You do
not caress me or talk to me as you al
ways have. What makes you so de-
pressed? Great heavens! have you
ceased to love me?" And here the no.
BILE girl let loose food of tears from her
heavenly blue orbs. Then, suddenly
wiping her streaming eyes with ten
cent cambria, reduced ante-war price,
she almost shrieked, as if a new light
had just broken into the casket of her
intellect:
20, George. your books at the savings
banks are all right, are they not? You
are not defaulter, are you? All, no, no,
mol" she rapidly continued, MY darling
would never, never, never do that. But,
dear George. please, please, please tell
me what is the matter ?" Thus did the
angel plead.
"Well, Hannah" Il regret that her
name was Hannah, BUTT was, and am
determined to tell the truth in this,
even to names but it does kind ofknock
the romance out of a sketch to have your
heroine and only female character NAM
ed Hannah, he soothingly remarked,
I will tell you what is troubling me-
1t is the financial question that [ am
worrying over. Which is the better
money. the greenback or gold and sill
yer? Is the greenback money? I feel
1 must aid our Congressman IN this
matter and the more think it over the
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know what kind of money will bring
back prosperity to the country aud give
labor and bread to the unemployed ~
Darling" she said, "what is your
salary as cashier of the -- Saw
ings Bank ?"
"Three thousand dollars year." he
replied.
'Dear one," she murmured, sis IL in
hard or soft money"
"Mixed now" was the smiling re-
joiner"
Darling" her sweet voice again agi-
tating the surrounding atmosphere,
twill it buy bread and meat, and carpets,
and chairs, and stoves, and coal, and
butter, and-and- beds, and dishes p
Will it pass ?"
"Why, yes, of course, little Hannah,
you foolish child" he remarked with
mans proud superiority.
"Then-then," she scarcely articulat-
ed, as she buried her sweet face, all
aglow with bushes, dimples and smiles,
close against his vest, "then we may be
happy yeti"
They were married privately, without
fuss or ceremony, three days after.
"What God hath Joined together let
no man Tor the U. s. financial probiem)
put asunder."