Year: 1873

nobody ever thought Of saving anything,
he said impatiently, and he took from It's
case and lighted one Of his twenty hvt
cent cigars, the Fourth he had smoked
that day. He preached to Bridget, who
was washing in the kitchen, about taxing
in her clothes line and saving soap.
! Bridget had only a few moments before
filled her tub with hot water from u'
boiler She managed to give it an acel
| dental tip--overi it went, hot suds and all
ever his new pants and bright boots
q" I'm so sorry" sho said, "but rs
pity for the likes o yeu to come into the
/ kitchen " Mr. Lttlesolo had enough to
do for half an hour to repair damages
II the truth was known his ight foot was
scalded little. He didn't say anything
about it; but he hunted up in grsal
hurry the sweet oil bottle.


Mrs. Littlesole said not word at this


rough raid into her territory. She dc
not honor her husband with shower ol
tears, or sit meekly down in hopeless res
ignatiea, nor resolve to work that day
with heart and soul. like Mrs Liltlesole
the first, to Try TO make his lordship sat
isfed.


He went the next morning to Brook
| lyn on business, and she dressed herself
in her business suit, as she called it, and
went to the store She moved her hus
! bands desk from one corner to another ;
empted some drawers and filed up 9th
ers; sold articles at her own price,
bought and hung up on large string a
hundred old fashioned hats for country
trade, took down a new coal stove and
put up an cid wood one; dismissed one
of the best clerks and got new porter ;
took down tho portrait OF Lincoln, and
put in its place one Of Buchanan. She
made all possible changes in tables, bun
dies, drawers, papers and boxes, she
wrote a note to Mr. Littlesolo, saying
she had long despaircd OF makiag good
housekeeper Of him shc had spent few
hours in the general supervision OF his
affairs Sho made several improvements
for his good. She wished she might
stay all the time and SEQ to things. II
he would stay home the next day and
tend to the house and Bridget, she would
come next morning and finish the work
she had begun.


Whoever could touch cfectually Mr.
Littlesoles S purse orpride could influence
him at will He was ambitious and want.
ed to go to congress, and Judge Berga-
men could help him, nor did he wish TO
offend him; and Fanny was his only
daughter, and would inherit his great
wealth He read his wiies letter saw
the changes she had made in the store,
and came home that night not knowing
how he could best assert his injured dig
nifty and wounded masculine prerogatiye
how he could meet and greet his darling
wife But she was not at home she had
A"I word that she had gone TO spend a
day at iIei 't-.--'-


On the table in his room he fonnd q
letter dated three days back, from Judge
Bergamen. John had fnrgotten to hand
it to him, and it had only just emerged
from Johns ovsrcoat pocket; it inform
ed him of his nomination to congress,
and assured him that his election was
sure.


This nomination was obtained through
the ianuonce Of Jungc Bergamen.


On his wifes return he was wise
enough to act as if nothing had happen
ed and she, from motives Of woman
pride, never said anything abouti it to her
father, and never alluded 10 it to her hus.
band.


She tried to think it was a temporary
fit Of insanity, that had led him to act So
unmanly and so fussy for that one day.


Mr. Lt,lesole went to congress, and
there made use OF whatever executive
ability he had. have not heard of his
trying to waste it any more on the cob
webs in the garrets or tho tin pans in the
Kitchen.