The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-12-15

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Vefy gnwl ma'im mit Nahum.
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'wwlf TERMINATION 10 ma ihala
'Name em
"Ilo dwr handles must alt te
Rillcd Hhd ! should llto tha hm.a
newly paFfod In velvet and pold.
and feladnied ard the partition le
iween The mflof taken down and
replaced Ny an arch, ahd an eslou
siou dining foom built IN behind
aud q bay window thmwn mt of fbe
. taflof, and q new STYLE NJ range IN
lhe kitchen and dumb waiter put
10, and new bronze chandeliers
throughout, aud another furnace In
The sub.cellar, and
"llold on, maam iust hold on
one minute" said Nahum, Gchly
| gasping for breath. "Wouldn'i yon
like the old house mrcd away, and a
new one put IN It's place. ! think it
II would be rather less trouble than
to make the trihing alterations you
suggest"
"Sirl" said the spinstcr loltily.
81 don't think we can agree,
ma'am.'
Very wcll-vcry welcome,
girls"
With prim dignity the lady mar
shaIled her two charges out, muitcr-
ing something about the extortion-
ate ideas of landlords now-a-days." 1"
While Nahum, wildly rumpling
his ron-gray hair with both hands,
soliloquized;
"Well, il Job had been alive, and
had house to let, there never would
have been any book of job written.
There goes that everlasting bell again;
III haul il out by the roots if this
thing goes on much longer. I'll
tear down the bell, and put the place
up at auction"
Another lady, but quite different
from the other-a slender little cast
down lady, with head that dropped
like a lily of the valley, and dress
Of brown silk that had been mended
and darned and turned and retrmmcd,
and even Nahum Briggs, man and
bachelor though he was, could see
how very shabby it was. Yet she
was pretty, with big blue eyes and
shining brown hair, and checks
tinged with a fair, heeting color
where the velvety roses of youth had
once bloomed in vivid carmine. And
a golden haired little lassie clung ia
her dress, as like her tiny lily buds
to blooming chime of flower bells.
As Nahum Briggs stood looking
at her, there came back to him the
sunshiny days of youth--a field Of
blooming clover crimsoned the june
light, like waves of blood, and d
blue-eyed girl leaning over the fence
with her bright hair barred with
level sunset gold, and he knew that
he was standing face to face witt
Barbara Wylie, the girl he had quar-.
relied with years and years ago, ant
whose blue eyes had kept him an ole
bachelor all his life long.
"This house is to be let, | believer
she asked timidly, with a little quivei
in her mouth.
} 81 believe it is, Barbara Wylie.
She looked up, starting with
sudden flush of recognition.
And then Barbara turned yer,
pale, and began to cry, with the it'll
! golden-haircd girl clinging 10 he
I skirts, and wailing-
, Mamma, mamma-what's tn
! matter, mammal"
: "NOthing now" said Barbara res
: olutely brushing away the tears. 81
! you please, Mr.. Briggs, / will loo
! at the house; / am a widow nov
: and-and / think of keeping
e clearinghouse to earn my dali
+ bread. | hope the rent is not yer
n high?"
9 "Wc'll talk about the rent ailei
e wards" said Nahum, fcrcely swa
lowing down big lump in his thro'
that threatened to choke him. "Com
here, little girl and kiss me; ! use
d to know your mamma when she ";
n not much bigger than YOU are"
b Barbara, with her blue eyes sti
9, dropping, went all over the hou
e without finding a word Of fault, an
y Nahum Briggs walked at her sid
n wondering il il was really fiteC
Ie years since the June sunshine lay
a brightly on the clover field.
,e III think the house is beautiful
1t said meek Barbara. "Will you rel
,f it to me, Nahum"
IT "Well, yes" said Nahum though
,r fully, "Tll let you have my house
z YOU want il, Barbara"
x "Witb the privilege Of keeping
. few boarders?'
4 "No, ma'aml"
at Barbara stopped and looked wis
ie fully at him.
ID "But | don't think YOU undcrstaI
Of how very poor am."
cr "Yes | do"
"And that | can afford to take d
i. house without the privilege Of boar
h ers?"
"l'll tell you what, Barbara "a
ar Mr.. Briggs, dictatorially, "I'll gi
cr you the privilege Of keeping just o
IN boarder, and him you have got
keep all your life long, If you on
;" take him."
yei 81 don't think ! quite understa