A Financial Star.

North Otago Times, 2 December 1911, Page 3 (Supplement)

A Financial Star.

They haven't been married long, and tuoy are as loyal and devoted a young couple as over made the confirmed bachelor tcarch for a new argument against matrimony. She has pronounced and original Ideas upon domestic economy, and In this and otner ways she strlvos to make her husband's homo a perfect Utopia. She is trying to teach him to forget that he ever belonged to a clubThero was a love-lit smile upon her pretty face when hubby came home from the office the other evening-

" What la It, dear ?" ho asked, observing Iho glow o( enthusiasm that shone through the soft, peach-blown cheeks and tpirkled in tho Kohlnoor-llke eyes, " I made thirteen cents to-day," sail she, and her rosebud lips parted In a prldefui tunc.

" That so, dear; how did that happen ?" " Why, 1 sold nine rents worth of ragsand—and three cents worth ot bottles—and —let me see—" "Yes, that's twelve cents. Where does the other cent come 'ln ?"

"Oh, yes-yes-now I remember-an old pair of your trousers for the other penny." No Napoleon of finance over looked more satisfied or smiled with so much self-com-placency, after a successful monetary deal, than did this fair young wife when she had related her little commercial accomplishment. And she looked sorely grieved when he smiled audibly. It was really their first misunderstanding, .

Oil Treasure. Vanity seems to spring eternal In the masculine breast, and the loss It has to feed upon the more It thrives, apparently. On* Saturday a tramp of high degree In vagrancy stopped before tho window of a boUse at which two young women were sending. He was tattered and torn and melancholy-looking lo such an extent that he aroused a feeling of deep sympathy In the hearts of tho maidens who looked down upon him as be stood gazing Intently at Borne object he held In his hand. " I wonder what ho has," fald Iho sentimental one of tho two, as she pwred down on him : " n lock of some woman's hair. 1 shouldn't wonder." . "■More likely a coin he's found; he looks pleased," rejoined the practical one, scofflngly, as sho.manoeuvred for a position that would reveal the object to her.

But It was neither, they discovered. It waa Just a bll of looking-glass, ln-wlilch the man was surveying his features with a satisfied air, that told of his entire contentment with his very rugged physiognomy. Which shows, as was Eald at the beginning of this story, than vanity springs eternally In the masculine breast Just aa curiosity does In the feminine.