Connecticut western news., 1873-03-21
SALISBURY, CONN.,, FRIDAY; MARCH 21, 1873.

here I am, an old woman, with naught in the world but set of teeth and that there Cashmere shawl. You see, if I he'd paid the money onto the mortgage, it would hev give John lift, and put some spirit inter him-fur work never seems so light as when you're gitting ahead-and then maybe I shouldn't hev he'd retribution a-fol1ering of me round all my days in the shape of Liza Ann a-twitting me of being burden and a millstone around the neck of she and the children though, goodness knows, I slave well fur all I git-what with being up at five O mornings, making pies, and frying O griddle-c cakes, and standing at the wash-tub, till my feet were that numb they wouldn't bear me
 "But it ain't no use. You may do ninety-nine things fur some folks, and if you don't do the hundredth, ye might as well let it all alone and Liza Ann's one on 'em though don't want ter be complaining, only pot must bile over onst in while, onless the fire goes out :; and you're an old friend, so't I've made free ter tell ye about the shawl. A body must speak now and agin about what s worrying 'em, and there's no sympathy in Liza Ann more'n tommyhawk !''
 And did you never speak to your husband about the shawl ?'' asked Mrs. Sovereign.
 Bless you, yes and he said as how it wouldn't hev made no difference mo- way: Doubleday'd hev foreclosed, and the house and money'd hev gone togeth- CT. He was allus that consoling, John wus. But I've thought if any body could feel as how the shawl was worth a hundred dollars or less, it might, as I said, pay my way inter the Old Ladies' Home, out of Liza Ann's reach, for I'm sot agin being burden or a millstone ter any body"
 "I should like to see the shawl, said her friend eff you will bring it to my mothers house tomorrow, I will see what can be done."
 "I'l come, rain or shine. I've both cred you with an awful long yarn, but if it wa'n't for Liza Ann-gracious there she is at the door now, a-looking fur me, and whole thunderstorm in her face! Good-day, and thanks p and the little old woman hobbled off, up a muddy lane.
 True to her word, Mrs. Rue appeared the next day with the shawl.
 " It is as good as new," she said, un- folding it.
 "Quite," returned Mrs. Sovereign, exchanging glances with her mother. "It's pity you couldn't have sold it before, and had the money at interest all this time! p
 eliza Ann wouldn't hev heered ter its staying there p
 "But how much do you think it is worth ?" asked Mrs. Sovereign, with an amused smile.
 "Lor sakes if could git twenty five dollars, should thank my born stars p
 "Well, I was looking at shawls of this kind in New York last week, and the price was-two thousand dollars p
 "Now don't you're just a-joking of me Who ever heerd tell of Cash mere shawl costing such a power of money P
 It's very good joke, isn't it? But it's true, all the same. You see, it's an India Cashmere: you thought it was French, I suppose: so perhaps did Mrs. Miles, But as she set her own price, and has left no heirs, there will be nc trouble. My husband is going to give me an India shawl. If you are willing, I will take this, and pay you two thou sand dollars !"
 "My p cried the poor woman, with tears in her eyes. !" It's the fust time I've wished John alive agin in this 'ere world of worlds If he only knew Miss Sovereign, the Lord must hev sent you purpose ter take me out of 'Lizs Ann's reach I don't hev no need tel be under obligation ter the Old Ladies Home neither, fur I can hire room and keep house all ter myself, and he1 folks ter tea sociable :; and what's more I shall hev something ter leave the chil. dren, ter pay 'em fur being a burden and a millstone bout their necks ] wish John was here ter thank you p