The Union and journal., 1869-07-16
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your breakfast in peace"
Some dim idea of sewing-work flashed
through his mind, while he involuntarily
ran over the items of his wardrobe.
81 don't see" he began.
"Oh, please don't refuse till tell you.
With the aid Of several charitable socie-
ties we are fitting out some young clergy
men rs missionaries to the Feeiee-"
"Oh, the missionaries be hangcd!" he
interrupted, scenting danger perhaps for
others besides the missionaries. 81 beg
pardon, Miss Poore; but-the dewitt
seems to me that charity begins at home"
1--we no objections to that only don't
make her too much of home body; q
little neighborliness is good"
"Eh9 They'll be eaten alive, those
young fools. It's downright unchristian
to send them out merely as food for the
savages. won't lend hand to such cru
city. l."
"Very well," said crest-flllen Miss
Poore, rising to leave.
"No, it's not very well-begging your
pardon again. Sit down, sit down. Now
it stands to reason that IL the call was
worthy onc-that is, If believed in 1t,
why-the fact is, l should be rs ready rs
the next one. There's your minister now,
the Rev. Mr.. Hasent-never was poor
devil better named-hc hasn't cent to
bless himself; his wife wears calico In
December; he buys fuel by the barrow
ful-so my gardener tells me; he wears
patches into the pulpit; they live on beans
and oatmeal! Why doesn't some one
raise subscription therc' would come
down with something handsome-upon
my word would"
And here the Squire tossed Off his cup
of Mocha, well satisfied that he had stav-
ell her or with his specious humanity.
But Miss Poore was valiant, and not to be
worsted In the encounter.
You speak feelingly," she said; "it does
You credit, l am sure" taking out her tab
lets. "What luxury 1t is to be able to
give where your heart dictates and your
judgment approves! Acting upon your
suggestion, will open subscription for
Mr.. Hasent ut once, and headed by your
name. l am certain it will meet with
great success" .....
This was turn of affairs the Squire
had hardly anticipated.
"You won't get cent, mark my
word"
IL shall make the effort, Mt least. What
shall put you down at3 A great deal de-
pends upon that"
al should think so. Why, my dear la
dy, you won'tgct a sixpence out Of these
clod-hoppers. Come now, 1 won't put
my name down. but I'll do this for you
I'll agree to double all You collect Now
isn't that handsome?-I guess I've heard
the last of that story" thought the merry
Squire.
"Thank you," said Miss Poorc. "Then
you'll see me again. Good morning, Mr..
Suffolk"
And she was away through the blossom
ing lanes again without u thought for
anything but Mr.. Hasent's comfort and
the Squire's offer.
"IIow very good it was of the Squirrel"
she said to herself; "he isn't so mean rs
people believe, after all, If you only work
the right vein. Heigh-ho! what n god
send it will be to Mr.. Hasent-a little
ready money for the necessities Of next
winter; new gown for little Belle, who
hasn't been at church for weeks; jacket
for Tom, who is irrcmediably out at the
elbows"
What comfort, what hearts ease was laid
up in that blank subscription list! oh. If
the days were each year long, and all
the farmers geese laid golden eggs! What
pity il was that SO many close-handed
people lived in North Grafton! There
was Mrs. Adams and Capt. jackson; they
were both well-to-do, but to what wretch
cd extremes they carried economy! well,
but now that she was passing she might
rs well 80 in.
Good morning, Captain Jackson. I'm
raising u subscription for poor dear Mr..
Hasent, and want your name."
"You want my money, you mcan?"
Certainly; yours, and that Of good
many other good people. How pleasant
it is to have something to give away"
IL should think very like; but l haint
got cent ahead myself; never was SO
poorly off in my life"
Dear me, what PITY" sighed Miss
Poorc. ''Now we all thought You were
forehanded. How surprised the neighbors
will be! Did you lose in that fire'"
"Losc hain't lost anything. What
put that bee in your bonnet' haint got
cent, though, to give to any prating par
son-not L"
VERY well. Then l must so and try
Mrs. Adams. The world has used her
well; perhaps she IS grateful enough to
give her mite"
~ precious little mite you'll get there.
Why, my dear woman, she's closer than a
glove to the hand. She wouldn't give a
cent to save her soul, provided she has
one. Come. I'll venture TO double what
she gives; 1t wont staye hole through
my bulwarks, l will be bound ~
Good morning, then; perhaps you'll
see me again." .......-
And Miss Poorc was Off to Mrs. Adams
She found that lady just turning u loaf of