Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-08-10
well, who had, on his own account invested

the greater part of it in railroad stock.
That is what she meant. She would claim
the three thousand dollars her husband owed
her, and cold chill passed through her veins
as the thought struck her. Farmer Maxwell
was rich in houses, lands, and stocks, all Of
which yielded him good income but he
had not three thousand dollars in money, and
it might cost him some trouble TO raise it.
Don't cry, my dear, have enough due me
in Boston to pay these debts, ten times over,
said Mr.. Burton to his wife, who was much
alarmed by the storm which threatened them.
What will people think!'
What will they think when pay them
all; the whole amount is not above nine hun
drcd dollars
Just then, Miss Viney entered the house.
In few words, she explained the circum-
stances which had led to the sudden strike
among the creditors.
Mrs. Burton, kind soul, shed flood of
tears when she heard how cruel Mrs. Wax
well had been-she whom she nursed with
all the tenderness Of mother, when her
frightened neighbors fled from the contagious
disease.
Never mind it, my dear. We may expect
anything from meddler, gossip, SANDER
er,' said Mr.. Burton. Il must start for Bos-
ton in the noon train
Allow me, Mr.. Burton, to offer you the
money to discharge these liabilities. | have
three thousand dollars in the hands of Mr..
MAXWELL
You are very kind, and | accept your of
fer, replied Mr.. Burton, 'and next week !
shall have the means Of repaying you. | as
sure you | am worth at least five thousand dol
lars
In proof Of his assertion, he showed her va
rious notes, mortgages, and certificates Of
stock.
i presume if the people here knew that
was not bankrupt, thev would not have mo-
Tested me. In spite of all my amiable neigh
Dor. Mrs. MAXWELL may say, think am
abundantly able to give my wife thirty dollar
cloak
never doubted it,, replied Miss Viney, as
she hastened on TO the village lawyer, to put
her note in course of collection.
Farmer Maxwell was at dinner, when the
lawyer, who was personal friend, called up
on him.
Sorry TO trouble you, but am instructed
to collect this note, said he.
The devil = exclaimed Farmer Maxwell.
The ugly huzzy!' added Mrs. Maxwell,
as she perceived Miss Viney's prophetic words
had been burdened with meaning.
Il beg your pardon, madam said the law
yer, 'but if understand it rightly, you have
publicly boasted that you brought about all
this difficulty
sIn
Yes, madam that new cloak did the busi-
ness you set your husband on, and all the
rest followed him, SO Miss Viney tells me-
My gracious!'
And now she wants the money to assist
Mr. Burton out of the difficulty into which
you have plunged him.
That's plain speech, Squire
But true
| can't raise the money
Then must sue.'
Can't we compromise!
Burton is worth at least five thousand dol
lars, and when he gets remittance from Bos-
ton, will pay all
Il will dissolve my attachment, and be
bound for the payment of the others. Will
that do itl
Yes, if Miss Viney will consent.
Miss Viney did consent-she was kind
hearted lady-and the matter was compromised.
Now, wife, said Farmer Maxwell, as he
put the three hundred dollars in his pocket,
which Burton had paid, minus thirty dollars
which he held in his hand, there's thirty dol
lars, and | think you'd better 60 and buy one
of them ere cloaks. Your d-n envy like
to have got me into the cussedest scrape | ever
got into in my life.'
She would not take it; she was too mean
to dress well herself, and too envious to per-
NIT others who were able, TO do so IN peace.
But she gathered from the events of our story,
healthy experience Of the wisdom of that
excellent maxim-'MIND YOUR OWN BUsr-
NESS