St. Landry democrat., 1882-05-27

anu NILS. thompson DOln nave IIllIl-
ming of braid upon theirs, and it looks
very pretty. 1t is very fashionable,
and adds very much to the beauty OF a
dress.'
plague take these women's fash
ions! Your endless trimmings and
thing-a-ma-jigs cost more than the dress
is worth. It's nothing but shell out
money when once woman thinks of a
new dress
81 don't have many new dresses. |
do certainly try to be as economical as 1
cam
''It is funny kind of economy at all
events. But if you must have it sup
pose you must"
And Albert Landman took out his
wallet and counted out seventy-fve
cents; but he gave it grudgingly, and
when he put his wallet back into his
pocket he did it with an emphasis which
seemed to say he would not take it out
again for week.
When Albert reached the outer door
on his way to work he found the wealth
er SO threatening that he concluded to
go back and get his umbrella; and upon
re-entering the sitting-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 act, and asked what
it meant.
Good graciousn' cried the hus-
band, Il should like to know if you
are crying at what l said about the
dress?''
81 was not crying at what you said,
Albert" said Kate, TREMENDOUSLY; " but
you were so reluctant to- grant me the
favor Twas thinking how hard / had
to work; am tied to the house; how
many little things I have to perplex me-,
then to think''- s1@
"Pshaw! what do you want to be SO
foolish for?''
And away started Albert Landman a
SO easily. In the hall, he was met by his
daughter Lizzie, a bright-eyed, rosy
checked girl of ten years.
20, papa, give me fifteen cents''
go, want fifteen cents. Do please
give it to me-
"What in the world do you want
with it? Are you changing school books
again?''
"No, I want to buy hoop. Ellen
Smith has got one, and so has Mary
Buck and Sarah Allen. Mr.. Grant has
got some real pretty ones to sell. Can't
| have one?'
"Nonsense! If you want hoop, 60
and get one off some ash barrel. can't
afford to be buying hoops for you to
trundle about the streets"
'Please, papa"
''No. told you"
The blue eyes filed with tears, and the
child's sobbing broke upon his ear AL
bert 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 over the household. His
wife was sober, and even little Lizzie,
usually gay and blithesome, 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 heart kind and forbearing.
When Albert came home to his supper
Kate greeted him with a kiss, and in a
moment 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
only the exhalation of a domestic fer
ment, for which no one was particularly
responsible, and might have cherished
the conviction that women's fashions
were nuisance and a humbug, as well
as a frightful draft upon a husbands
pocket.
After tea Albert did few chores
about the house, and then lighted
cigar and walked out. He had gone
but short distance when he met Lizzie.
In her right hand she dragged an old
hoop which she had taken from
dilapidated flour barrel, while with her
left she was rubbing her red, swollen
eyes. She was in deep grief, and was
sobhing painfully. He stopped the child
and asked what was the matter.
She answered, as well as her sohs
would let her, that the other girls had
laughed at her, and made fun of her
hoop. They had nice, pretty hoops,
while hers was ugly and homely.
"Never mind, 2 said Albert, patting
the little one on the head Cor the child's
grief touched him); perhaps we'll
have hoop some time.
"Mayn't I have one now? Mr..
Grants got one left-oh, such pretty
one!''
The sobbing had ceased, as the child
caught her fathers hand, eagerly.
'No, not now, Lizzie--not now. I'll
think of it,
Sobbing again the child moved on to-
ward home, dragging the old hoop after
her.
At one of the stores Albert Landman
met some of his old friends.
.'Hello, Albert! What's up?"
aNothinr in particular