Year: 1871

to making social calls-and We
made but two. When the sun went
down we put aside the white paper
before US, put the cover on our
inkstand, wiped the pen and rested
A few hours later we called to pay
poor man for some work he had
done for US, that he might not
lose time coming for his pay, when
every hour of his time he needed
to use for his support


Then we called upon friend,
who works in harness shop up
town-a yonng workingman we
have known for years. We found
him at home. A few years ago
he was an apprentice boy in the
town where we learned our trade.
He started out in life poor but
plucky. After while he came to
this city, and at last became fore
man OF a large shop.


Then he married-now he rents
an entire floor of neat house on
Twenty first street and lives like
man of sense. His wife was
there-his two babies-two bright
faced little boys were there-he
was there, and better than all,
there was q home look about the
place words cannot describe. We
were welcome. So they both said
as we took a chair. He had been
reading from a magazine. She
was sitting by his side, nearly,
sewing and listening. while the lit
tie fellows were building a block
house in q corner, whist as young
mice, with no loud talk. angry
words, or quarreling.


And thus ran our talk:


Happy as ever as you both
deserve to be-


Yes; happier and better off
than many Others


is work good now?'


'Middling; but not 80 good as it
has BEEN


You all appear in good health.
Yes; we are quite WE'LL
And quite contented ?
Why not? We are well-hap.
| py; in good health. My earnings
more than support US, for We live
within our means. We buy moth
ing except We pay for it at the
time, so debts and creditors never
bother US. nave the best woman
in the world Tor q wife, and two
kinder, better beloved children
do not know Of. They take il
from their mother.


oh! dear George; perhaps he
don't care to hear of such things.


Excuse me, but we do. Here
you live. Here is your home.
Here is the heaven Of lfe--the
resting place-and here we find
you happy. So we would know
all You see fit to tell-nothing
more
There, good Mollie, l told you
so. You see, ! knew him before
l did You, and l know what he
thinks. And / am not afraid OF
ashamed to talk 70 him, for he un-
derstands these things. And, as
said before, we are quite content
ed. Mollie is good-just as good
as she can be. She is kind to
others, but loves only those of her
own home, and we all love her.
She tries to save aud to help &C
cumulate something, for we are
growing old. and the boys are to
be educated, just as we were. To
be sure, we don't seem to be any
older than last year, but we are.
Every year counts two one more
gone, and one less to come.


we don't have 80 much to both
er US. Not so much as we used to
Once I wanted to wear all the iine
clothes l saw, and to own a grea,
big house, with lots of servants to
wait on US. And Mollie and l used
to walk down Broadway, looking
in the show windows, and wishing
we had the beautiful things to be
seen all along. Then We would
feel blue because we could no,
have them all-come home tired,
and feel sort of heart-scratchcd cd
and mean, to think some folks
could have everything they want



would 60 to bed tired and out ol
humor.


'One night we felt real bad, and
both of US went to bed in bad hu
NOR. In the morning Mollie sait
she didn't want to walk dowr
Broadway looking in the windows
tn wieh ahn had oil tho dresses