Connecticut western news., 1884-07-23
The Lesson.

"Papa, papa mamma wants to speak to you before you go down.
 "Tell mamma to hurry along then. haven't moment to spare this morn ing"
 And Mir. Jordan drew on his gloves with an assumption of business-ike i'm patience.
 "What is it, my dear ?" he asked, as a plump, black-eyed little lady came tripping along the hall, adjusting the strings of her white bib-apron as she came.
 'sWhy, Ernest, to tell you the truth, my finances have given out. I would like you to leave me ten dollars this morning."
 MT. Jordan's countenance fell.
 Mary" he said solemnly, 'tdo you take me for Rothschild, or for John Jacob Astor ?"
 ''Neither the one nor the other"
 s'I never saw anything like the man. ner in which this family consumes moneyl One would really imagine that gold was melted down and fed out to the children by the spoonful It's not six weeks-I give you my word, Mrs. Jordan, it's not six weeks since gave you fifty dollar bill P
 "Dear me" said his wife, beginning to get little impatient, Chow long do you suppose fifty dollars will last fam fly like ours? Are you aware of the price of provisions ?"
 'I am aware of everything, ma'am And really think you should make it a study to economize P
 Mrs. Jordan colored indignantly. She was bright, sunny-tempered little wo- man, but she had not the patience of Griselda of old, and she keenly felt the injustice of her husbands remarks.
 ''Dear me, she said, eff were man I would cut my tongue out sooner than make such a harangning about ten dol lars ! dare say you speak it without even giving the matter a second thoughtp
 Mir. Jordan held up both his hands in deprecating reproof.
 "My dear," he said, ''you have very little idea of the pinching and econo- mixing that is necessary in the life of a man of business. Here is the ten dol lars-pray make it last as long as possi- ble."
 Mrs. Jordan took the money with 8 little grimace.
 "Now, why couldn't he have given il to me graciously ?' she thought. "It's bad enough to have to go begging fol every cent without having it thrown SC unwillingly in ones face. I wish he would give me regular allowance-but men are so queer v
 Mrs. Jordan did not go back to the nursery where the dimpled baby was ir process of bath and the two next Jor dans were sailing their shoes in the tub greatly to Nurse Ryan's dismay. She sat down by the parlor window, resting her cheek on one hand and gazing me chanically out upon the street, as if she were turning some vague possibility over in her mind.
 At length she rose, with eyes spark ling and cheeks rosy as peaches.
 ''I'il do it," said Mrs. Jordan. "TI do it the very first opportunity I get. !"
 It was two or three days subsequently, to the financial interview above de. scribed that MT. Jordan came home, looking very hurried and important.
 ''Mary," said he, 1T wish you would pack my valise; I'm going to Albany to- morrow on business for a client"
 "Very well,' said Mrs. Mary, with 6 light flashing into her eyes which hc never saw. Men are so blind at times
 'I shall be back tomorrow night" ht said.
 "Then will expect you and keel dinner waiting.
 MT. Jordan had scarcely trotted away from the front door, with his valise o1 one arm and his new silk umbrella undel the other, than Mary went up to hel room and speedily assumed bonnet shawl and gloves.
 "I am in luck," said Mrs. Jordan tt herself. T didn't expect whole day to complete my operations in."
 She made very pretty tout ensena6L C as she surveyed herself in the glass Black hair, with a pnrplish shade, a large liquid black eyes-lipa as ipe g