Saving Mother

The farmer sat in his easy chair Hetwcen the tire and the lampiight's glaic; His face was ruddy and l'ull and fair. three small boys in the chimney nook v omied the Unes oí a picture book; His wife, the prlde of his home and heart, Buked the bise uit and made the tart, I.aid the table and steeped the tea, Dellly, swiftly, silently, nui weary and weak and faint, She bore her trials without complaint, I.ike tnany another househotd saint Content. aU elfian blUi above In the pattent ministry of love. At last, bctween the clnuds of smokc I h.it wicathed big lips, the husband spoke : - 'There's taxes to raise, an' intrest to pay - And, el there should come a ram y day, Twould bc niight handy l'in boun' to say, T have sumpthin putby. Kor iolks must di. An' there's funeral biU, and gravestuns to buy- Knough to swamp a man. urty nigh lit sides. there's tdward and Dick and Joe i'iovided for when we jfo, l was yuu, 111 teil you what Vd du: ¦ "¦ !-' r wond as ever 1 could- tMry iirt- dim t uu any ifooü - I'd bc savin' of sope, ana savin' of He, And run tip some candles once Ín a white; I'd be lutlicr sparin' of toffee and tea, For sugar is high, And alïto buy, And eider Ís iood enuuh drink for me, I'd bc kind o' careful about my clo'cs And look out sharp how the money jfoes - GWgw is useless. nater knows; Extry trimmin' 'S Lhe bane of women. "IM sell oft the best of the cheese and honey, And ckks 1S as goud nitfli about 's the money ; And, as to the carpet you wanted new - i guess we can m.ike the old one di. And, as for the washer and sewiug machine, Thetn smooth-tongued agents, so pesky mean, You'd better get rid of 'ein, slick and clean. What do they know bout womens' irofffcf Du they talk i late wonien was horn to shirk f1 Dirk au and little Joe l the i.itirnt mothcr go ( n i i ¦:. ¦.(.¦! ¦¦ . ;iirauds to and iro, 'I hcy saw that her lorni was bent and thin, l,i,iv, hei tu-tkv Mink in, IVf the quivfi ol lij] imj thin And ihfii, with a wrath could not smother, Ooi pok youttgcst iraik-st brather : "You talk of savin' wood and ile, An lta an' silgar, all the while, lïui jron nevtrr talk oj MVia inuther!"