MR.

AND MRS.

CHAPMAN DISAGREE FOR THE FIRST TIME.
A bright light burned in Chapman's parlor that night, and the ponderous Mrs.Chapman sat nursing her dignity in a great new rocking-chair.

Her little pale-faced husband, with keen eyes, and his hair somewhat longer than usual, sat beside the lamp on the round table pouring over a book.
There was an air of improvement about the parlor, an evidence, indeed, that the Chapmans had renounced their Dogtown habits, and were bent on getting up in the world.

New carpets, new mirrors, new furniture, and window-curtains such as had not been seen in Nyack before, had been got from New York.