Economy The Road To Wealth

A lady read sotnewhere that economy was the sure road to waalth, and hearing 1 that the gas bilí was enormous, felt that i the gas uiight be economized by turning i it off at the meter every morning, so that 1 it would not waste through the braokets. This she did intending to regúlate it in i the evening. She went to see her mother, however, and Biggins having i turned about 8 o'olook p. m., turned up a i jec and struck a ioatoh. Nursing it caret'ully with his hand he placed it to the bracket ; pshaw ! it went out ; another, and still it would not light. He thought the infernal thing must be broken, and going into the next room, ftll over a ohair and smashed his face. He tried it until his matches were all gone, and then feeling for more, turned over his wife's oil perfume bottle, and knew it was running on his coat. He swore and started down stairs, and justin the hall met Maria returning with the chüdren. " Biggins, why",is there no light in the house ?" He endeavored to explain ; but of no use. He was foolish. The gaa would light if he had only tried ; her dress catching in her cabiuet of Chinese and in vain ; for besides spoiling her best ailk, she trod ou the child with boils, and mashed her best bonnet, when, lo ! she remetnbered what was the matter. She would sooner have stepped into her coffin than to that meter, and she tried to do it quietly, but Biggins saw her ; and from that day to th8, when she talks econoiny he quietly sniggers, " Save from the gas bil]." Her silk dress, her best bonnet and her Chinese relies were nothing, she whiapered to her bosoua friend ; but to have Biggins once know he was right, it " is too much," and she always buists into tears.