Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 March 1894 — A VICTIM OF BARGAINS. [ARTICLE]

A VICTIM OF BARGAINS.

This Man la a Frey tn tt>« Mania of Eoov omy for Good Hannon a “lam a victim,* began the man with the long hair, as he unfolded the newspaper and dropped into a seat oh u train beside an acquaintance, says the New York Herald. “I am a victim of my wife's taste, enterprise and economy. "Hut, I say, old man, you ought to gat a hair-cut." “That’s what I say, but by wife won't have it. She says I look more dlstingulwhod with long hair.” “Say, 1 never saw you with a red tie before. You were always very partioular about those things ’ 1 “I know, I know!'" «aid the other wearily, “I thought 1 had taste and I think so yet, but whut am 1 going to do? This tie,” and lie gave it a snvage prod with his forefinger, “wan purchased at a sale—3l> cents it cost—and 1 have to wear it to prevent a row. My wife rays it looks swell. "See these cuffs? Well, they are twelves, and my size in ten and u half. They came off the bargain counter, too, at the rate of two pairs for 88 cents. Cheap? But I have to put tucks in them ho.they will fit inside my coat sleeves." Ho gradually warmed up to his su|>ot -. "You ought to see my underclothing. Job lots, every piece; fragments. Some are too large and some are too small. Bee this hat? It came homo in pink paper and cost »1.98. I w. ir a seven; this is seven and threoqunrter-'. There is one morning and two evening newspapers in the band, so it will fit,” “But it was a bargain, sure. My hats cost mo 95. You ought to be glad you're married. You must be saving money at that rate." “Birgatn? Bah! Don't talk to me of U gains. I’m sick of the word. I hoar of bargains from morning to night, and sometimes during the night. I shoi Idn't be surprised if my wife shou’d pick up a tombstone because it was cheau and would have to tie used omo time. “And ai for saving money! Whew! All the surplus cash g os for bargains. She ba; two trunks full of bargains that she says will come in handy some da •, I live surrounded by a junk-shop, but for the sake of peace don’t dare to sav a word." He leaned slightly forward as ho spoke and there was a sharp click. Ho put his hand abound to his back with a pa' ned expression. “What r the matter? Hurt yourself?” “Oh. no,” herald grimly. “Two < f tl e atom suspender buttons bought at a l>a gaiii-<' u.-ter have parted the “ a s and my 'l2-oent suspenders have broken, bay you haven't a safety pin or a couple of feet of cord, have you?”