The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1868-10-30

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Aunt Bridget fell sick, and grew
more petulant, irritable and exacting
than ever-but when she died, with her
head on Jenny's arm, the girl thanked
Heaven, that she had been gentle with
her to the last
Jenny" said George, with dim eyes
81 shall not soon forget this ordeal
through which you have passed"
And Jenny was satisded-to her
mind, her husbands approval was the
sweetest guerdon she could know
"Rereis Aunt Bridget's will in a
leather picket book, under her pillow,
George-she told me where I should
find it," laid Jenny, little while sub
sequently. "Will you please to take
charge of It"
George glanced over the quaint and
formal document with rather curious
smile on hb face.
"She leares you her wardrobe, Jen>
zy, more particularly her brown Pongee
dress An important bcquest Well
poor, old thing, it was all she had to
give. Put it in the rag bag, Jenny or
give it to some poverty stricken soul !"
"Indeed nc" said Jenny, reverently
folding up the ancient garment, 'Tll
put it away and keep it for Aunt
Bridget's sake p
"lsabella and her husband will feel
very badly, when they learn what an
inheritance they have lost" said George
Martin, with assumed gravity. 81 won
der if they will come to the funeralT
But no body followed poor old Aunt
Bridget to her grave, in the quiet shad'
ows Of Greenwood, except Mr. and Mrs.
Martin! the dead leaf huttered down
at last from its feeble hold on the trees
of the world, and there were but few to
mourn its fall I!
Years passed on-and the little round,
George Martins hearth. ,
at takes a deal of money to feed
FIVE little children" said he cheerily as
he counted out the market funds foI
his thrifty wife, "butthere isn't one OF
ZEN we could spare, eh, Jeuuy
But when, one dreary November ev'
ening, he was brought home on shut,
ter crippled and helpless for months
from tall from a scaffOlding, pool
George thought the future looked very
unpromising.
ats for you and the children I'm
uorrvin0n he said. TO his wife "W(
haven't laid up a cent, though we've
always lived comfortably, and now Jen'
nv, | don't see what is to become OF US.
"Chesr up George" said the litt!
woman, bravely ; "we'll do we'll enough
l know Of place where they will Civ
vests to make, and l can sew IN tn
evenings"
"WLat, sew in the evening; afte: yo
have worked hard all day long for In
and the children !"
Il shall not mind it, George y sal
Jenny.-"Dear me, its nothing to th
work l used to do before We were mai
ried !"
So Jenny kept the s'hou8ehold pc
boiling by her own individual exertions
made, and mended, and patched an
darned with unceasiu9 patience"
Why Jenny, saio George Martin,
he lay on bis couch watching her bus
fingers, surely that is Aunt Bridget
Pongee dress isin't it?'
Jenny laughed.
J well, you see little Kate needs
new dress to appear tolerably decent
, school, and as we have not the mon'
to buy one, thought 1 would just I
up Aunt Bridget's bequest and S
what could do with it, Sect
: quite fresh and bright on the wrol
c side, little old fashioned, to be SUI
but Kate won't mind that
s As Mrs. Martin spoke, she cut t
lining away from the skirt with b
d fkiltul scissors.
i "They made dresses very couriou'
in old times" said she smiling, the !
II ing is elaboratcly quilted in oblo
IS blocks, and sect is covered with 3
of brown paper inside.
y Brown paper let me see; Jenu
: said George suddenly remembering
numberless eccentricites of his au
ct and vaguely fancying he did not kh
i, wha.,-'why they are really bar
le notes, childp
n And they were bank-notes--h1
T. tens, and twenties,--even httles ]
lining of the old Pongee dress was lit
,g ally covered with them, neatly seWec
1t, so as to be completely concealed II
be view. For the last few years OF her
Aunt Bridget had been a waking p'
ke monnais, and Jenny no longer marv'
in, at the feveriSh anxiety she was won
h, betray about the brown gown as
ad called il, at night.
ais well this is curious enough,
Die George, I'VE can now account for 4
lid Heeting rumors of her wealth Whict
t. fancied 50 erroneous