Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-02-08
Vol. 66.-3356. No. 16.

ooh, very indeed | was up to see hin
two hours agone. You know | was once il
his service, Mrs. Filters end he's a bit par
tial to me, a, body may say"
"Yes, yes, know"
"Well, ma am since he's been bedriddeu b,
likes TO have one up for an hour Of night L
tell him the news Of the village. Old SPUR,
always were one for yarn"
"And SO be you, | think" puttered The
jealous Crotch.
So Squire Rngol he says to me tonight
Joseph, he says Il shant never sec my boy
no more. '"
All cried Mrs. Filters, drawing her
chair closer to the sections and assuming a
look Of great interest. " Well?"
We'll, maam, it give me such turn
for ever since young Squire ran away with
his sisters goyerness two years agonc, old
Squires forbid mention Of his name. | wa.
so struck Of a heap couldn't fnd no answer
ready
"why don't you speak? says he, fretful.
ly
GO Speak ? says l.
go Yes be says, a.whimpering like a child
want to find my boy
"Well, in course | was downright glad to
hear that for Master Walter was always a
tavoiite Of mine, ever since | used to show
him the jackdaws nests up in the belfry
when he were boy Besides, | says to my.
self, its Christmas-time, aud we didn't ought
to feel no malice to no one, specially our own
flesh aud blood. So says out loud and bold.
like Squire, why don't yc 'tise?'
"'Ill do it, says he emphatic ike III
do it Send for Ricketts,, and I'll make my
will this night Send the groom over to
Kendall at once"
" la " cried Mrs Filters.
We'll, maam" | said, Wont morning
do, Squire "
Not a bit Of it, says he; send tonight"
So in course there was nothing for it but
to send and young Bob Trower's taken the
brown FLY and gone off express 10 Kendall to
fetch the lawyer"
All said Mrs. Filters the old
Squire's a.going to die, and he can't die easy
without a-doing of justice to his own flesh and
blood
We'll, don't know about dying ma am.
lie looked mortal bad at first But when he
come to say he'd 'tise for Master Walter, he
hit the counterpane most emphatic didn't
look like dying them
That Miss Rush, the governess, was a nice
girl" said the landlady reaectiyely.
" Yes, she were, ma'am, and clergyman
daughter, as I've heard tell 50 it weren't no
low match, after all.
No. Mr.. Overbury, not in that sense but
the Squire's like a many more thinks money
every thing; and bes right, in my opinion
for, Lord what can one do without it ?"
" Such woman for figures murmured
Mr. Crotch.
" It's well to say its the root of all evil,
but it's the root of all good, too,' said Mr..
Crotch aloud d" but it's only them as has got
none says that, a-trying to persuade them.
selves like as they don't want it,"
All, that's true f" said Mrs. Filters.
There amt no power to be charitable, nor
kind, nor do good, without money and when
the purse is narrer, there's pinchings and
chickering's and revilings and this can't be
done, and that cant be DONE because it cant
be afforded ; till the master gets soured, aud
the missis gets worried and worn aud every
things at skies and sevens.n
Very true indeed, ma am " said the sex.
ton.
Therefore say" said Mrs. Filters,
" that too much poverty's bad job, and too
much riches is a bad job but for comfort and
domestic peace, and family love and friends
respect, give me decent Independence"
D." Hear hear " cried both her listeners.
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