A STORY OF REAL LIFE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 2, Issue 174, 2 June 1879, Page 3

A STORY OF REAL LIFE.

Mr Marooney is foreman in a foundry in a certain American city, and gets a salary of thirty dollars a week. With this salary the family ought to get along well and save money, but they do not. Mrs Marooney lias a cousin, a shoemaker, who only gets fifteen dollars a week, yet sails right along in .1 lightning express, while Marooney comes lumbering along like a freight with a hot box, " How do you manage it, Jack," he frequently would ask, " to get along the way you do ? Here you actually keep your family and save money on fifteen dollars a week while it takes every cent I make to live, and I get double the pay." " Oh, I don't manage it at all, says Jack, " I just take my money home to the old woman every Saturday night, and sho takes hoi* five dollars to rim the lioupc with, and puts the rest away." "So you give her all tlio money?" asked Mr Marooney, musingly, Mr Marooney talked it over witi. his wifo that night, and they concluded to try Jack's plan. The following Saturday night ho brought home his thirty dollars, and gave it into his wife's keeping, and she promised to do her level best to set the table on live, Tho first week she squeezed through somehow with six and a half. Mr Marooney was quite pleased, and began lying awake at night, thinking about what kind of a house he would build, He thought that a plain rustic cottage with a bay window would bo about right, Tho next week the expenses footed up five dollars and eighty cents, and next week Marooney changed his design for a future residence, from frame to brick. Tho next week site brought it down thirty cents more, and 110 added a wing with a wash-house. Then she made a superhuman struggle, quit buying milk, and came within two shillings of the goal for which she had been striving. Mr Marooney decided on an iron fence in front of his promises, The next week she lost ground, dipped and came out at the six dollar post, Mr Marooney thought a noat paling fence to good enough for anybody, but when the ensuing week she came in with flying colors, and struck the live dollars mark in both eyes, Mr Marooney had the iron railing reinstated, and granite running up to tho door. The next week she took the money she had saved, went and bought herself a love of a hat too cute for anything, a black silk dress, and a cherub of a cloak that made the woman next door cry with onvy till her nose got sore, and Mr Maroonoy came to the conclusion that it didn't pay to live on one's property keeping up repairs, insurance, Ac,, and tho worry and dread of fire and earthquakes more than counterbalanced any trifling advantages there might be obtained by it.