Warren sheaf., 1881-07-20
FALSE ECONOMY,

6eVenCy-nve cents.
Kate Landman spoke carefully, for she
knew her husband had not much money
TO spare; yet she spoke earnestly, and
there was world of eternity in her look.
What do you want seyenty-fve cents
for, asked Albert.
I want to get some braid for my new
Dress.
I thought you had all the material on
hand for that.
So thought had; but Mrs Smith ard
Mrs. Thompson both have trimming Of
braid upon theirs, and it looks ve1y pretty,
It is very fashionable. and adds very much
to the beauty of nice dress.'
plague take these women's fashionsv
Your endless trimmings and thing-a- -maiigs
cost more than the thing is worth It's
nothing but shell out money when once
woman thinks of new DRESS
i don't have many new dresses. do
certainly try to be as economical as
cam
1t is a funny kind of economy at all
events. But if you must have it suppose
you must
And Albert Landman took out his wallet
and counted out the seyenty-fve cents; but
he gave it grudgingly, and when he put the
wallet back into his pocket he did it with
an emphasis which seemed to say that he
would not take it out again for week.
When Albert reached the outdoor on
his way to work, he found the weather SO
threatening that he concluded to 90 back
and get his umbrella; and upon re-enteling
the room he found his wife in tears. She
tried to hide the fact that she had been
weeping, but he had caught her in the oct,
and asked what it meant.
Good gracious!" cried her husband, 'I
should like to know if you are crying at
what said about the dress?"
II was not crying at what you said, AL
bert, replied Kate, tremulously; "but you
were SO reluctant to grant the favor I
was thinking how hard had to work; am
tied to the house; how many things have
to perplex me, then to think"-
"Pshaw! what do you want to be so fool
ish for?"
And away started Albert Landmaa a
second time; but he was not to escape to
easily. In the hall he was met by his
daughter Lizzie, bright-eyed, rosy
checked girl of ten years.
80, papa, give me fifteen centsp
20, want fifteen cents. Do please give
it to me-"
what in the world do YOU want with it?
Are they changing school books again?''
No. want to buy hoop. Ellen Smith
has got one, and so has Mary Buck and
Sarah Allen. Mr.. Grant has cot some real
pretty ones to sell. Can't have one?'
Nonsense! If you want a hoop go and
get one off some old barrel. I can't af-
ford to be bug ing hoops for you to tum-
bic about the street.
please, papa
No, told YOU
The blue eyes filled with tears, and tue
child sobbing broke upon his ear. Albert
Landman hurried from the house with some
very impatient words upon his lips
This was IN the morning At noon when
he came home to dinner, there was cloud
ever the household, His wife was sober
and even little Lizzie, usually cav and
blithsome, was sad and silent
But these things could not last long in
that household, for the husband and wife
really loved each other devotedly, and were
at hea1S kind and forbearing. When Albert
came home to supper Kate greeted him with
kiss, and sunshine came back; and had
the lesson ended there the husband might
have fancied that he had done nothing
wrong and the cloud had been nothing but
the eEhalation of a domestic ferment for
which no one was particularly responsible,
and might have cherished the conviction
that wo mans fashions were a nuisance and
humbug, as we'll as frightful draft upon
!: husbands pocket.
After tea, Albert did few chores around
the house, and then he ighteda cigar and
wall ed out. He had gone but a short dis
tsnce when he met Lizzie In her right
hand she dragged an old hoop which
fak r1I 81,
flour barrel, while with her left, she was
in deep grief, and was sobbing painfully.
He stO oped the child, and asked what was
the m: ite'
She answered, as we'll as her sobs would
let he., that the other 6..rls had laughed at
her and made fun of her hoop. They had
nice, pretty hoops, while hers was ugly and
homely.
Never mind,' said Albert, patting the
little one on the head (for the child's grief
had torched him;) perhaps we'll have a
hoop some time.'
'Mayn't have one now? Mr.. Grants
got one left-oh, such pretty one!"
The sobblng had ceased, rs the child
caught her fathers hand eagerly.
No, not now, Lizzie-not now. TIL
think of it,
Sobbing again the child moved on toward
home, dragging the old hoop after her.
At one of the stores Landman met some
of bis friends.
''Hallo, Albert! What's up?'
Nothing in particular
What do you say to a game of billiards,
Albert?"
Good! I'm in for that
And away went Albert to the billiard half
where he had q glorious time with his .
friends. He liked billiards; it was healthy.
pretty game, and the keeper of the nall al,
lowed no rough stufs on his premises.
They had played four games. Albert had