The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1905-11-09
A HOPEFUL MAN.

Henry Pussett, is an optimist of the
most cheerful description. Mrs Nabe-
lack resents this, naturally. For what
is the use and where is the sense of ex-
pecting things to turn out for the best
when you ought to know that they
don't, and never will?" Mrs. Nabelack
argued.
"Oh, L don't know" said Pussett,
smiling in his irritating way.
Can you tell me how the fact of my
trunk being lost is going to turn out
for the best?'' demanded Mrs. Nabe-
lack, aggressively.
They'll trace it, all right said Pus-
sett, easily. Its just a question of
time And they're liable, you know.
Well hope they find it..
Much good hoping will do, snorted
Mrs. Nabelack
Il think so,' said Pussett. 1T puts
one in much more pleasant frame of
mind
What do you mean by that?" asked
Mrs. Nabelack do you mean to say
that I'm in an unpleasant frame OF
mind?"
81 hope not, I'm sure replied Pus-
sett, earnestly.
'sOh, he doesn't mean anything, moth
err said Mrs. Pussett, hastily. He
| just likes to look on the bright side of
| things
just at that moment there was a di-
| version in the shape of loud humping
| in the hall. 1t was the expressman
| with the missing trunk
Il know they've smashed every last
living thing in it," predicted Mrs. Nabe-
lack, as she rose from the table.
Il hope not said Pussett.
His mother-in-law shot whitening
glance at him as she left the room, ac-
companied by her daughter. 1t certain
ly was irritating.
81 think he's about the most exasper-
ating man | ever had anything to do
with" said Mrs. Nabelack to her
daughter later in the day. you mustn't
mind my saying it, but l don't see how
you can stand it. You don't look we'll
Il feel WELL" said Mrs. Pussett.
You look worried. You've looked
worried all through breakfast How is
! Henry's business now?''
He says it is little quiet just now,
| but he expects it to pick up after lit
| tle.'
"Of course he does," said Mrs. Nabe-
| lack, scornfully But it won't. You
mark my words Henry Fussett is
slack, and know it, and slackness in
| business doesn't do. You'll always have
| a home as long as | live but l don't
| know how long that will be. l don't
| think | am going to last great while,
my dear"
why, mother.' exclaimed Mrs. Pus-
| sett, and began to cry.
When Pussett returned home he
found his wife in very low spirits. He
| found the cause was, principally the
| lamentable tendency to special weak
| ness in Henry Pussett, Jr., aged four
| months, according to Mrs Nabelack
| Henry, Jr., it seemed, was destined to
| go through life in an invalid chair, and
| the prospect was not pleasing to his
mother.
| w lIO eDCCu puLIllISo HOlloCuoC lihO
| that into your head?" asked Pussett.
| did your mother think he ought to be
walking around by this timer
'She says he isn't nearly as strong
on his little legs as he should be" ad
/ mitted his wife
| THAT boy is going to be football
| player" said Pussett. Il hope some
time to sit on bench and wave blue
and yellow flag while he stars in the
| game of the season. He's a Pussett
right straight through, and there isn't
! a weakened instance in the family
history Was your mother always like
| thiso'
| always" answered Mrs. Pussett. Il
| ought to know better than to let it
bother me, l know. It's strange, for
none of the rest of us is like herr
81 hope not said Pussett.