The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-01-28
MIR. WILLIAMS ECONOMY.

! "Did it ever occur 10 you that little
Victor IS getting to be nearly three
wears old?" inquired Mr. Williams,
looking up from the newspaper which
he had not been reading for five min
ntes.
SWELL" said Mrs. Williams, las we
have been celebrating his birthday
every month since he was six months
old, and as we observed it weekly UP
to that time, suppose it would be
rather difficult for me not to remember
the boys age. Why?' with some con-
Germ. She had half an idea that he was
thinking of some wonderfully advan-
,apeous scheme for the little ones ben
eft
SWELL" said Mr.. Williams, "it seems
to me that we ought to be calculating
upon his education.'
ooh, N.Y." his wife cried, laughing.
"Why, he isn't old enough by three
years even to 60 to the kindergarten"
Il didn't mean to send him at once"
said Mr.. Williams, looking proudly at
his offspring, now engaged in the high
" educational pursuit of building a
miraculous sort of tower out of his
blocks, and knocking the edifice down
and then laughing gleefully. "Of course
he's too young for that, but it seems TO
me that we ought to begin providing
COR the future. We ought to start in to
lay by fund for his education. want
him to attend college and all that, and
of course that costs money, and possi-
bly, misfortune might come just at the
time when we wanted to give him edu-
cational advantages. and if we didn't
have special fund to draw upon the
child would have to go through life H.
literate."
Il don't think there is any danger y
hrs. Williams started to say, but Will
liams interrupted her.
Sometimes" he declared, II am
ashamed of myself for my spendthrift
habits. Every little once in awhile
am confronted by the idea that l ain
paving the way for starvation for my
family by pandering to the needless lit
tie vices which have grown up around
me, never deny myself anything, and
some time"
"Oh, you're q dear old goose. and you
haven't any vices at all, and we shall
get along nicely. Don't get blue about
nothing"
I'm not blue; but look here" He
drew paper from his pocketbook-a
paper covered with figures. Present
Ing it to his wife, who was always ap
palled at the sight of mathematical dis
plays, and never could get at the bottom
CT them, he said: Look at that"
what is it?" she queried, helplessly
THE compound interest on the alb
stract to the trust deed of our house: .
1T is shaving" gloomily. II woult
not have believed it myself. But fig
ured 1t up on the train to-day, and i
shows an appalling condition. ] have
squandered in the last IS years $'66.5'
In shaving-just plain shaving, com
mon l5-cent shaving. No frills to it. N
mustache curling or anything of tha
sort. Isn't that scandalous, and all tn
time that boy not knowing where th
money was going to come from for hi
education"
But" said Mrs. Williams, "he wasn'
born until three years ago."
The theory is just the same,' he
husband insisted. 1T is vicious vast
OF money and l am going to correct i
as far as | can"
What are you going to do?"
Il am going to shave myself an
apply the money to a fund for little Vic
tors forthcoming education. I can d
It,"
The next day Mr.. Williams cam
home in high elation. He had severa
bunchy-iooking little bundles in hi
overcoat pocket, and, unloading thel
On the dining-room table. little Victo
as is the custom of speculative childre
Of his age, gladly seized upon them, er.
Ags