The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-05-04

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sense The city is the place to live III.
Aud we can have papa and mamma /,
live with us, can't we p''
w WE'LL don't know exactly abou
thai" said Milford, thoughtfully stroking hi
inoustache I'll buy 'enl snug little place
II you say so, my love but never did be
lieve IN fathers and molherin-law living will
their children. Every household is complete
in itself That's my notion"
"Oh, Merton, how can you talk so /. - criec
Lucy in panied voice.
"Oh, we'll, Lucy, there's no use in senti-
mentalizing on these points," retorted hei
husband, little brusquely.
81 don't care to be rich il can't enjoy the
pleasure Of my money" said Mrs. Milford,
pouting.
so you may enjoy 1t If you only will
be reasonable abont it,
"And I've always thought SO much Of
having mamma with me-
Better leave off thinking of 1t Them said
Milford, lighting cigar and leaning back in
chair the better to enjoy 1t.
81 suppose can have as many servants as
| please, nowa" hazarded Mrs Milford,
wisely steering the conversational barque
away from the shoals of dispute.
Twenty, if you like, my DEAR" replied
Merton.
. And housekeeper, like Mrs. Miler's p''
Not honsekeepcr," said Mr.. Milford,
shaking his head. mo fine ladies for me,
disguised as dependents. AS many servants
as you like, no one to domiueer over tbem-a
proxy for yourself"
81 will have hotsekeeper'' SAID Lucy,
excitedly.
:" No, you will not, my dear-not in my
house."
4" And can we have acottage at Brighton p''
Why do you say Brightons" gravely
questioned Merton. ITO my mind, Puss
Brighton is nothing more than hot. bed Of
folly and fiippery. At Hastings nowp"
81 don't care for HASTINGS said Lucy,
modify /; ''the air never did agree with me. .
Lucy burst into tears.
Mr. Milford got up and strobe out of the
room.
" Merton, Merton - cried the wife, "where
are you going? ?"
" To the billiard room at the corner" said
Milford, hotly. 4 can find friends enough
there, dare say, to give me the sympathy
my wife seems inclined to withhold"
Lucy cried bitterly. In all the bright years
of their married life they never had any differ
ences until now. Was it possible that riches
were destined to bring them only mead OF
misery instead of the expected rnsh -a.f he.---A-
resentment. She would show Merton that
she was not to be treated like child. liz
came home, but Mrs. Milford fegned to be
asleep. She did not come down to breakfas,
next morning, making au excuse of slight
headache, the effect of last nights tears, and
Milford ate and drank alone.
" Humph . commented he, swallowing
bis coffee in a succession ofdyspeptic, breeding
gulps. ga pretty sort of a life this"
For three days Lucy cried aud Merton
sulked. At the end Of that time he came
home with curious expression on his face.
"Puss," said be.
Lucy looked up, her pensive face brighten
Jug at the old, caressug pet.name.
+" I've just had second telegram-Uncle
Jesse is dead''
= Poor old man." said Lucy soberly. "Dc
You know, Merton, begin to doubt whether
Uncle Jesses money will do us any good"
IL don't think it will" said Milford
"because you see the old man rallied at last
and made new will in favor of the Refugs
for Old Men,