Year: 1877

in health and pleasure, as well a
the articles produced.


But while the pretty house anC
garden were the source of pride anC
happiness to Harry, while he studied
to make them perfect for Lulu,
sake, the little wife wearied soon Of
the monotony OF household tasks,
and fretted for the excitement Of
her girlhood.


Something of this she lost while
her baby boy filled her heart and
hands, but after he died she again
found time hanging heavily upon
her.


Friends found the ride to hel
pretty home long one, and did not
drop in" as they had done when
she lived in the city, while she tired
also of the ride to and fro, that Har;
ry bore patiently with home at the
end.


She had not that strong love of
home that is Unborn with women,
and did not derive the keen delight
MANY would have felt from the
mere possession of her household
treasures.


She had no taste for dainty cook
ing and did not care to be in the
kitchen for hours for the satisfaction
of placing some triumph of culinary
art before her husband.


Sarah, the servant, cooked most
things satisfactorily, though Harry
lovingly declared LuIu's ham and
Lulu's pudding had delicious fla
vor all their own.


The little wife did not suspect how
much of her husbands praise for her
few efforts in household work was a
tender device to waken a deeper in
terest in the home that was Harry's
pride.


She did not realize how much self
sacrifice the pretty appointments
about her represented.


Perhaps the goods and ehattles
might have possessed a higher value
in Lulu's eyes had she known how
much more than mere money they
cost.


But Harry did not tell her that
the pretty pickle-stand was the re-
suit of many less cigars month, that
her dainty etager was saving upon
the winter suits and overcoats, that
the pier-glass upon which she sat her
heart was the result of close econo-
my in the matter of town luncheons.


She had displayed all her treasures
to her friends, she could trust Sarah
with the work, and the time passed
weariIy when Harry was away, for
Lulu was not fond of intellectual
pursuits.


Her idea of pleasure consisted in
the excitement of society or public
exhibition, and she fretted at the en-
forced quiet of her semi-rural home.


Suddenly great idea loomed up.
on her mind.


She would coax Harry to move in
to the city and lodge at a hotel, so
she would be rid of the bother of
housekeeping, and be once more
near her friends.


The result of a month of perslstant
effort is shown in the conversation
with Mrs. Henderson. Loving his
wife more than his home, Harry had
yielded.


81 wonder if Harry is willing to
leave the home he has made so per-
feet" Mrs. Henderson said sadly.


"Willing" Lulu cried; che would
not listen to it for a long time. l
believe there is bit of his heart in
every saucepan"


"And you will make him give up
all he has collected with so much
carer"


"Oh, he will get over all that,
when he does not see them. 1t is
nearly the first of May, and we will
not take the house for another year"


"And the furniture?"


"We will have a good price for
that. We can live a long time on
what we ought to get tor the things,
and Harry can save his salary.


"Poor saving, Lulu. You may
deeply regret this, dear. Few men
feel so deep an interest in home as
Harry, and it is dangerous work to
destroy that interest"


But Lulu was resolute, in spite of
Harry's evident reluctance, nothing
moved by his lingering touch upon
many of his household goods, pur-
chased with such proud delight.


Her first regret was at the sale.


1t was painful to see the dainty
treasures Harry had collected pas
sing into strange hands, at about
one-fourth their value, to watch
rough men tearing down the furni-
ture and taking it away; to see dirty
hands passing over the cut glass
and china, and gathering up
pretty tlifes to take them away
from the home they had adorned.


Sarah, sobbing over the packing,
and wailing over the desolation, was
depressing, and Harry's long face
was keen reproach.


But the morning nap in the pri-
vate hotel, the fact that Harry had
only one square to walk instead of
three or four miles to ride, the alb,
sence of all care of the table, raised
Lulu's spirits again, and she was
quite ready to enjoy the first day of
liberty.


1t was not so pleasant in the eve
ming, when Harry, after glancing at
the newspaper, went out for an hour
or two.


The other dodgers were strangers,
and Lulu found her room lonesome.


Harry, after his long ride from
business, had been glad to- don his
slippers and dressing gown, and
draw up an easy chair, to enjoy a
quiet evening in his cosy sitting
room.


Chatting, reading scraps of his
paper, planning garden work, had
made time pass quickly, and early
rising necessitated early retiring.


1t was all different in little while.


Harry was only too welcome
amongst his former friends, and his