The Republican journal., 1873-07-31
WHAT CANE OF 1T.

DollS Stiu Uncle i-lpnalet, pulllng OUT
the stove hearth and poking at the Goals.
mo, wouldn't, Liphalet," replied
Aunt Dolly, resting her shining knitting
needles, while she stirred up the pump
kin simmering in the pot The farms
enough to last us through Why should
we harass ourselves VII seekin arter
rches?n
faint riches I'd be arter seekin' ar
ter, Dolly but this Mr. Swinton-they call
says if the mill amt rebuilt the vllagell
60 back'ards, the farmll sink in vally,
and thingsll generally run down You
know, Dolly, | never held back when |
could do anything to help along"
Il amt likely to forget 'Liphalet, where
| the calf and butter money went to in time
O war, nor how you've given to church
and missions, schools and poor folks, and
everything else anybody'd a mind to draw
| up Il paper for You and Eve had more
| disagreementS'-
But this'll be helpin' others, Dolly
This Mr.. Swinton-he's a very pleasant
spoken young man, Dolly-he says he'll
| guarantee the stock shall pay for itself in
three to five years He says he'd rather
| build here than elsewhere, because he
wants to help his native village, and if
we'll all take hold. and each help little
| he can do it
| "We'ye no money to put in, said Aunt
| Dolly, leaning back and fixing her eyes
| on the Goals Uncle Liph had raked open,
| unless we takeH-
Unless we take that we'd laid by for
Rubes eddycation," said Uncle Liphalet
softly.
Since God took Rube's eddycation into
his own hands, Liphalet, Eve always
wanted that money to lie in the bank un
til we'd a plain call to use it, | can't bear
to think of its being used like other
money
Nor |, Dolly; but Rube would wish it
doing good, and this Mr. Swnton, ne says
il might draw thrible what it does now.
We can maybe use the income in helpin'
boys who love larnin' as Rube did"
Dolly replied nothing. After the men
| ton OF Ruhe's name silence was wont to
fall between the old couple-an old couple
| ontwardly-as crooked as gnarled and
srraggy as amy two old apple-trees that
drew sustenance from their rocky fields.
This Nlr Swinton came out to the farm
the next day, and Aunt Dolly put on her
black alapaca apron and received him
with Il courtesy A man of less shallow
Sympathies would have been touched with
a Kind OF pitying tenderness for the OBJ
seqlious old woman but to SWinton her
deirrence was constitutionally agreeable
1t argued well, too, for his designs He
drew his gloved finger athwart his foxy
colored moustache, and talked business.
Heaven help the simple minded old
couple now What is business to them
but Il kind of mysterious wonderland, full
of pyramids and sphinxes and statues of
Mammon9 What a business man but a
pIiestly sorrerer, with his offerings and in
carnations, living ever among the mys
teries
But Heaven did help HIM Sometimes
it does seem to fail people i'll their sorest
needs; and yet things work obscurely
and very far around, and who as yet has
seen the end of anything?
Aunt Dolly, i'll her wood rocker, knit
silently on the socks that would bring her
seventy five cents pair Uncle 'Liphalet
incredibly
enterprises are the life of our villages
Compare'-NIr Swinton drew his com
parisons fuently and correctly. Were
We W HDIult tlStWut SlOCh Woulu NC
rapidly taken up but owing to our most
singular and unfortunate tire-loss of con-
tidrnce in the location-I am strongly de-
sirous of conferring the advantages Of the
mill on my native village; citizens must
subscriber
.'lAs for the risk, how can there be any
risk Let me explain" MIR, Swinton
was & man OF facts, unimpeachable, i'm
mnya hl.a facts that thpr. was no Uoinp
back or around.
That doesn't admit of a question |
know it to be true-why we've demon
strated it, sir. DO you see? ?"
Uncle Liphalet thought he saw. Who
could avoid seeing square, sharply de-
fined fact that was nowhere allowed to
melt away into suppostions or uncertain
ties?
81 haint but leetle money, anyway"
said Uncle Liphalet, pushing back his
rough, gray locks with his rough trem-
bling fingers ''Mother and me saved up
enough, leetle by leetle, to eddycate Rube
with but he (Rube) died, you know, and
the money has lain in the bank
"A thousand isn't much, anyway" said
the man of the thousands, tipping back in
his chair, and picking his teeth elegantly
Dul tIlt llltIdF your subscription ltIlllS
is something. Our very singular and I'M
fortunate fires you see The fact that men
like yourselves have entrusted their say
ings to us gives us desirable standing
Uncle Liphalet's vanity was touched, |
but Dolly with closed lips counted her
stitches.
What do you say, Dolly?"
"l've said my say 1Liphalet In sick |
Sfn p,irht fol boo
Rube's money, otherwise I'd rather it re-
manned in the bank
"A thousand dollars, sir" continued the |
old lady, sufficiently humbled before this |
man of means, "a thousand dollars that's |
been saved, bit by bit, and laid up in five
dollar bills for a particular object, seems
different from thousand dollars that's
Just one of many going up and down, and
trucking around in business, SIR
The light-eyed Swinton played with his
watch-chain nervously. An unsophisticat-
ed old woman-this being solicitor for
her patronage was not agreeable, but in
business very disagreeable things have
sometimes to be done.
This deposit, then, was made for the |
benefit of your son, Reuben. His death |
was a great loss to you; a loss to the com |
munity. Rube was full of life and enter
prise. He would have made a public
spirited man | wish he were alive now"
Artford Swinton's small, light eyes
could detect weaknesses Artford Swim |
tons quick apprehension and tact enabled
him to work up those weaknesses for his |
own interests. When half hour later,
he passed out between the lilac clumps, |
he carried on his paper Uncle 'Liphalet's
bank book
MY hand trembles 50 haint made all
the letters GOOD :, ILnclo Il irhalet |