The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1882-12-15

REFLECTED.
"Albert. wish you would let me have
seventy-five cents
Kate Landman spoke very carefully, for
she knew that her husband had not much
money to spare yet she spoke earnestly,
and there was a world of entreaty in her
look
"What do you want seveHty-fve cents
for?" asked Albert.
II want to get some braid for my new
dress"
81 thought you had all the material on
hand for that 2''
80 thought had but Mrs Smith and
| Mrs. Thompson both have a trimming Of
braid upon theirs, and 1t looks very pretty.
1t is very fashionable. and it certainly adds
much to the beauty OF the Dress
"Plague take these women's fashions
Your endless trimmings and thng-a-majigs
cost more than the dress is worth. It's
nothing but shell out money, when once a
woman thinks of a new dress"
81 don't have many new dresses. 1 do
certainly try to be as economical as can."
'It is funny economy, at ali events But
if you must have 1t suppose you must"
And Albert Landman took out his wallet
and counted seventy-five cents; but he gave
1t grudgingly and when he put the wallet
back in his pocket, he did it with an empha-
sis which seemed to say that he would not
take It out again for a week.
When Albert reached the outer door on
the way to his work, he found the weather
| threatening, and he concluded to 90 back
and get his umbrella and upon re-entering
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 act,
and asked what it meant
"Good gracious % cried the husband, "I
should like to know if you are crying at
Whist said about the dress ?''
81 was not crying at what you said, AL
bert" replied Kate tremuIously; "but you
were so reluctant to grant the favor. / was
thinking how hard 1 have to work; lam
tied to the house how many little things 1
have to perplex me-then to think
'Pshaw what do you want to be foolish
for ?''
And away started Albert Landman a SEQ
ond time; but ne was not to escape so easi-
ly. In the hall he was met by his daughter,
Lizzie, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked girl of
ten years
90, papa, give me fifteen cents ?"
"What?"
80, want fifteen cents. Do please give
it to me-
What in the world do you want with It I?
Are they changing school books again 3'
mo; want to buy hoop. Ellen Smith
has got one, and so has Mary Ruck and Sa-
rah Ellen. Mr.. Grant has got some real
pretty ones to SELL Can't have one ."
Nonsense If you want hoop 90 and
get one of some old barrel l can't afford
to be buying hoops for you to trundle about
the streets
"Please, papa"
''No, told YOU"
The bright blue eyes filed with tears, and
the child's soobiHg broke upon his ear. AL
pert Landman hurried from the house with
some very impatient words upon his lips.
This was the morning. At noon, when he
came home to his dinner, there was cloud
over the household. His wife was sober.
/! and even his little Lizzie, usually gay and
Q blithesome, was sad and silent.
: But these things could not last long in that
household, for the couple loved each other
. devotedly, and were at heart kind and for.
bearing. When Albert came to his simmer
: Kate greeted him with kiss, and in a mo.
ment sunshine came back; and had the les.
4 son ended there, the husband might have
: fancied that he had done nothing wrong
Q and that the cloud had been nothing but the
: exhaitation OF domestic ferment, for which
no one was particularly responsible, and
might have baIished the conviction tha,
= women's fashions was nuisance and a
humoug, as well as a frightful draft upon s
husbands pockets
After tea Albert did few chores around
the house and then lighted cigar and walk
ed out. He had gone but short distane,
when he met Lizzie. In her right hand sbs
dragged an old hoop, which she had taker
from dilapidated flour barrel, while will
her left she was rubbing her red, swoller
eyes. She was In deep grief, and was sob
bing painfully. He stopped his child :anS
asked her what was the matter
She answered as well as he- sobs woul,
let her, that the other girls had laughed a
her, and made fun of her old hoop. The,
had nice, pretty hoops, while hers was upl,
and homely.
Never mind, said Albert, patting the lit
tie one upon the head (for the child's grie
touched hiin), perhaps we'Il have a new
hoop.some time"
"Mayn't I have onenow? Mr. Grants 90
one ieft-oh, such pretty one 70
The sobbing had ceased, as the chill,
n caught her fathers hand eagerly.
n Not now, Lizzie-not now. III think O
!. it."
= Sobbing again, the child moved on towar,
home, dragging the old hoop after her.
At one of the stores, Albert Landman me
some of his friends
Hello, Albert What's up?"
Nothing in particular"