Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1868-06-11
From the Western Rural,
Mrs. Giles Tea Party.
ny MRS. L. NJ. RAYNE.

was usual with hun, Tor he was one OF
those nervous, fussy individuals who turn
/ themselves into small steam engines TO
run other people off the track.
His wife sat in her cool bedroom, with
Master Tommy on her lap-Said Tommy
being their only ohild-and Mr., Giles, as
he entered ut the kitchen door, could not
but notice how beautifully clean every
thing was-how fair the Widespread table
looked, and how neat and cool the sitting
room beyond was.
When he got to the door Of his wife's
room he stopped.
II would wipe my feet if there was a
rug TO be found, he said, frctfully,
ut hasn't rained," said Mrs, Giles, land
dust won't hurt anything"
She was pleasant and bright little WOO
man, who knew Just hsw 10 manage her
fussy husband, and so got along nicely.
She WIS dressed IN a neat calico, and her
hair was smooth and shining, and Maatcr
Tommy was just getting his dressed in the
short top-curls lac usually wore.
'I've done good thing this morning in
the way Of business said Mr.. Giles, rub
bing his hands
AAdNt NhAt cAAs AlAN WIG httl Silt
, Tommy! Sold the farm Z"
"Ycs, for eight hundred dollars, |
didn't expect 10 get that much, but You
ton says he'll get ten for it, and I've
here his voice sank to a whispcr-"Ivc
got it all in my pocket this minute"
Where will you put it" asked his
wife; in the bank r
mo, indeed Banks break, and don't
intend to lose that money, the first ! ever
had in lump. shall keep it in this very
house, where | can put my hand ca 1t
when | want to use it
Nell Let us ea-nuF dinner, piled
Mrs. Giles, land then put the money away;
/ il will be safe anywhere
| al don't know about that, answered
her husband there isn't night but what
there's burglars around Folks will soon
know I've sold the place, and I've on the
( lookout for the money
Nonsense, I'm not afraid. However.
/ take care of it yourself, and then you'll
be sure it's all right
And Mrs-Giles ate her dinner It
were matter Of perfect Indifference to
her. But all the time she was thinking
about it, They had commenced with "a
house and lot partly paid for BY econo-
my and diligence they had made II their
own.
Hetty Giles was prudent woman, and
did not banker for silk dresses, and lace
curtains, because a milliouairc's wife in
the same block had them. No! She was
thankful that she had so good home
kind husband-for Giles was kind-al-
belt he was fussy-and 50 fair child !;
and she sometimes wondered why She had
50 clear a sky when many were dark and
clouded.
This eight hundred dollars was more to
her than a competence-thcy had that al
ready it was positive wealth. NEST egg
As she kept thinking over in her prnrt-
cal mind
/ After dinner Mr. Giles began to find a
place for his money, where burglars would
never think of looking, and soon le A.
sured Hetty that it was safe.
Il won't tell you where" be- -aid. '~sur.
you don't want to know
And he went off 10 his store Will very
knowing countenancc.
THE farm had been some property very
Unexpectedly left them by an aged aunt
1t was rather q barren piece Of land. with
tumble-down old house on ii, but rich
Spectator thought he saw a prize in it.
and purchased il from them. Mrs Giles
was well pleased that they had the money
for it, and that it was under their own
roof, though she could not divcst herself
OF feeling of responsibility She even
wondered a little what Mr.. Giles had don't
with it, and then she concluded 10 think
no more of it,
That night, however. they fastened cy.
cry window securely. and Mr., Gle.
might have been seen" looking up rus,
ty old pistol He also left Nero, the bi4
Newfoundland, in the house, instead OF
outside, and debated the propriety OF keep.
ing light burning all night, but cXtin'
guished it on Mrs. Giles assuring him that
burglars preferred light.
They slept TRANQUILITY enough until neai
daylight Then Mrs Giles was awakened
by a series Of terrible shricks from he,
husband.
Murder Fire, Thieves, Help" he
shouted, and she, light as Il cat, crcpt over
the foot-board and lit the lamp in i sec
ond.
Quick" gasped Mr. Gales, I've got
him He is strangling me Help
At that moment the light flashed and
revealed a sccne-Mr. Giles sitting up i'll
bed, with his face purple with fright, and
clasping Nero in his arms, until the poor
dogs eye balls protruded from the tight
compression he was in.
Who could help laughing
} Nero SUNK away, and Mr. Giles di~ap.
peared in silence under the bcd-clothes
and Mrs Giles rolled on the floor until she
was calm enough to go to sleep again.
And that was the end Of burglars
When Sunday morning came, the Giles
family came near being late Tor church. a
thing unheard of in them. Mr. Giles wa.
the last one to be ready, and his wife was
drawing on her gloves as he pulled on his
Sunday boots One went on well enough,
but the other was mo go" In vain he
pulled, and pulled, and tugged, getting
redder in the face.
"There must be something in the toe "
he exclaimed at last, and running his fin
ger in, he pulled out a roll of bills.
"Why, it's that money! said his wife.
Il declare what fool was not to re-
member l put it there I might have
worn it to rags. I'll put it in my pocket
now until after church.
But even then they were source of
trouble to him When the deacon passed
round the plate, Mr.. Giles put his hand
in his pocket hurriedly to get the twenty
five or fifty cents he usually put in, and
in his nervousness and haste he pulled out
the identical roll of bills and dropped
them on the plate, and Deacon Holt
turned away, and was Mortified to feel his
coat tails seized on, and hear loud sepul-
chral whisper.
"Stopp and Mr.. Giles grasped his mon
ey, with an addition of five and ten cent
pieces sticking to it. He got out of the