Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-03-25

silently on the socks that would bflhS htr
IS cents pair. Uncle 'LiphalcI drank
in the mans words with child.like
crcdulity.
Let me tell you. sir, manufacturing
enterprises are tho lite oi onr villages.
Compare" Mr.. Swinton drew his eOu-
parisons lluently aud correctly. "Were
we To locate elsewhere stock would ho
rapidly taken up, but uwing tn "ur most
singular and unfortunate iirc--h's- ct
confidence in the lu,aIion I .,u strong y
desrous of coulerriu.. lnr ad,a Iage- ct
the mill ON my native 'iliagc' ci'zens
must subscribe.
As Tor the risk. how can there Lo
any risk? Lex ne explain" MIR. Swin'
ton was man of facts, unimpcachablc,
immovable, facts that there was no going
back OF or around. "Ihdi doesn't admit
OF a question. sno'r it to be uue, e,-why
we've demonstrated it, sir. Do YOU sec ~
Uncle 'Liphalot thought he SAM. Who
could avoid seeing a square, sharply de
fined fact that was nowhere allowed to
melt away into supPositions or uncertain.
ties?
II haint but Icetle money any way 81
said Uncle Liphalvt, pushing back his
rough gay locks with his rough, lr.m.
bling fingers. Mother an We saved up
enough. lectlc by icctle,l oddycale Ruoc
with; but he-Rube--jivd. you know
and the money has lain in .hc bank"
a Thousand isn't much, any way.
said the man OF tens OF thousands. tip.
ping back In his chair, and picking his
teeth elegantly "but the morale your
subscription lends i, something. Our
very singular aud unfortunate hres, YOU
see. The fac; that men like Yourself
have entrusted their savings to w.. gives
us desirable standing"
Uncle 'Liphalets vanity was touched,
but Dolly, with closed lips. counted her
stitches.
"What do YOU say, Dolly"
I've said my say. Liphale,. In sick.
ness or misfortune We might TALL back on
Rubc's money. otherwise rd rather it re.
manned in the bank "
"A thousand dollars, sir" continued
the old lady, sufficiently humble before
this man of mcanS. la thousand dol
lars. that's been saved bit by bit and laid
up in five dollar bills tor a perticklcr OBJ
icct seems different from q thousand dol.
lars that. Just one of many going up and
down. tricking around in business, sir
'IhS lighteyed Swiuton played with his
watch chaiu nervou.Iy. An unsophislic.
aiel old woman, lhis-being solicitor
for her patronage was not agreeable, but
in "bu.iness" very 'disagrceab'o things'
have sometimes to be done
This deposit, then, WIS made Tor the
benefit of your son Reuben. Iii. death
was great loss to you; loss to the
community, Rl5ea WAS TIL OF Iile and
enterprise NJ would have made - pub
lie spirited man. wish he were alive
oow.
Alfred Swinton's small, light eyes
could detect human weakness; Alfred
SwinIon's quick apprehension aud tact
enabled him to work up those weaknesses
tor his own interests When. half
hogr later, Le passed out between the
lilac clumps. he carried on his paper
Uncle IAphalel's subscription. and in his
poke, Uncle Liphalel's bank book.
My hand trembles SO. hain't made
al! the letters very good" Uncle Liphalet
haj said as he removed his spectacles
aud critically surveyed his labored sigma
ture
We must trust you 20 take care OF il
l,r Us. sir; father and don't know any.
thing about business s.' Aunt Dolly had
said rs she reliuqui>hed the precious
little blue book
Certainly, rolJ on mel do assure
yuu.-i shall remember the circum.
stancei ANY favor that il is in my
power to confer" Mr. Swiuton had said
gIiLly.
Aunt Dolly siepped to the window
with her knitting, and watched The man
as hc struck hight ior his cigar on her
gate post
IL wish we hadn't done it, Liphalet, q"
said she
"Oh! don't say 50, Dolly, don't"
Il don't like his eye. and for all he
talks 50 open and honest he seems to me
like cluse man, mun who keeps some
thing back"
"fou mustn't be preiudiced agin him.
Dolly, because h. appears II lectle vain
and nashy. Nen aint now what they
were in our days. lie comes OF an
honest. obleeging kind OF u family, and
they call him very smart young man,
Dolly
Time with its incilent2 and accidents
wen, ON, and Aunt Dolly grew used TO
thinking of Rube's money rs in Swinton's
hands. This certificate OF stock i'll the
Native Village Manufacturing Comply"
was carefully laid away, and she no
longer spent sleepless nights over ii. nor
sighed when the matter was mentioned.
The mill went up and the operatives
came real estate rgse again. and the
Aalivo Village tiourished. Uncle Liph
peddled out early potatoes, sweet corn,