The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-01-28

"He's becoming close fisted-father is, "
declared Herbert Simpson, frown creas-
ing his forehead.
eyes, he's as stingy as miser," ans
wered Clara.
81 wanted a new gun and hunting suit
the worst way, but he said NO, can't
afford to get any such luxuries for you this
winter.
"And ! wanted that lovely album saw
at Walkers Father might get us more
things, il be only would. He gets good
salary"
ooh! he wants to keep up his bank
account" seofEsd Fred.
1t was evening, and the three young
people who were carrying on the foregoing
conversation were sitting in the library.
A more disconnected trio it would have
been difficult 80 find, and most Of their
complaints were directed at their father
Meanwhile Mr.. Simpson had gone to His
Office, and was sitting at his writing desk
with his check book before him. His
brow was creased, TOO, and it was obvious
that he was troubled.
"How much il costs to live! Only little
oven hall of the month gone, and yet there
are S25 left Of the months salary. | must
either have larger salary or put DON eX.
penses. Aud the worst OF it is that my
family, instead of helping me to save,
regard me as upgenerous," and here he
drew long and troubled sigh.
He was so worried that he could not
on his brow the next morning as the family
sat down TO breakfast. The subject OF
money had marred the pleasure Of more
than one meal in the household within the
last few months This breakfast was not
to be an exception.
'Father, can't | have that gun and
hunting suit?' ventured Herbert
"And | want that lovely album" broke
in Clara.
As these renewed requests came pouring
in Mr.. Simpsons face darkened and be
almost lost his temper. Children, told
you last evening that couldn't buy any
luxuries just now, and l want no more
coaxing."
The children relapsed into silence not
daring to answer back, and pouted owe.
their oatmeal. 1t was anything but a
cheerful breakfast, and Mr.. Simpson was
IN hnt via h,
hurried down to his office.
In the evening, at the supper table,
Herbert, however, had proposal to make.
Gather, believe III leave school at
the end of this term he said. "I'd like
to go to work and earn little money"
Mr. Simpson looked thoughtfully out Of
the window for few moments, as if re-
volving some plan in his mind. "You
would like to earn your own way, would
you?" he said, finally. LET me see; you
are now sixteen. Well, many boy Of
your age has been compelled to paddle his
own canoe, because he had no home and
parents to depend on. Pve just thought
of project, and we'll see how you will
like it,'
Herbert listened intently.
Although should much prefer to ha,e
you go to school,, Mr.. Simpson went on,
"yet, if you want to 20 to work, will
make you this proposal Il will furnish
you your board and lodging free, but you
must buy your own clothing and any ex-
tras that you may wish to get. Board and
lodging, you see, would be worth about
81 a week"
Herbert looked at his father quizzicaIly
to see if he was in earnest. Seeing that
he was, he said: "All right. l'll begin to
look for work next Monday
For nearly week, accordingly, Herbert
sought work, almost wearing out a pair Of
shoes trudging about over the city.
"a man offered me dollar week." he
said, scornfully, one day at the dinner
table. dts terribly hard to find the kind
Of work l can do"
"Don't get discouraged, )" said his father
cheerfully. Perhaps he was glad to have
his son learn something of the real difficult
ties OF life.
At length, Herbert found a position in a
store at So week. Early in the morning
he had to hurry to his work, and it was
10 O'Clock at night before he reached home,
sometimes SO weary that he could scarcely
drap himself nm tn his he'd Mr. Simnson
watched his SON course with interest
81 need new pair Of shoes, father, 2"
Herbert said, at the close Of the first week
"Ive worn out my old pair tramping
around town"
81 thought, my son, that our bargain
was for you to furnish your own clothing
from your wages, aaid Mr.. Simpson.