And――who would have thought it?――the time came when they had an
opportunity to gratify their desires. Tom was one day in New York,
whither he had gone to buy his stock of pins, thread, and
needles――when he chanced to pass by a lottery office. Here, in the
window, was a picture of a gay, lightly-dressed lady, pouring out gold
and silver from a long thing, shaped like a horn, but as big as a corn
basket. Plash went the money upon the ground, as free as water from
the town pump. A bright thought struck Tom: “it’s of no use to plod,”
said he to himself; “here I’ve got fifty dollars; if I lay it out in
goods, I must go and peddle them out, and that’s hard work. Besides,
what’s the use of it? Though I am a little richer by means of my
labors, still, compared with the Millions and the Goldboys, I shall be
poor. Now, I’ve a good mind to step in and buy a ticket in the New
York State Lottery, ☞ HIGHEST PRIZE FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS! ☜ Perhaps
I shall draw it.”
While these thoughts passed in his mind, Tom entered the lottery
office, and in a kind of frenzy, bought a ticket and paid his fifty
dollars for it. He then rolled it carefully up in his pocket and set
off for home――a distance of some forty miles. On his arrival here, he
communicated what he had done, to his wife; and though she secretly
approved of what he had done, she took him to task for it roundly; for
it was dear Mrs. Trudge’s way to find fault with everything her
husband did. Besides, in the present case, she wished, if the ticket
should draw a blank, and the money be thus lost, to have it in her
power to say to her spouse, ☞ “_I told you so, Mr. Trudge!_”――thereby
proving her own sagacity and her husband’s want of sense. It is a
pleasure to some wives, to prove that they ought to have been men, and
their husbands women, and Mrs. Thomas Trudge was one of this amiable
species. But, let us not be misunderstood. Mrs. Trudge wished only to
degrade her husband in her own house, so as to keep the upper hand of
him. Out of it, she always praised him to the skies, and she
passed――except with those who knew better――as a most obedient,
devoted, respectful wife.
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