The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-04-22
A TRANSACTION IN STOCKS.

ven, UraWl0Q OllaS III his weak,
uncertain way, "may be I don't know
beans-folks say I don't, an more'n
likely they know; but then faint my
fault if [ don't. l was born that way,
an I don't see as how [ kin help it."
Mr., Sias Bronson was standing on his
p0rtlco, or what passed for one, when he
uttered the above. The house to which
the portico belonged was a lettering.
tumble-down affair, very much awry. and
looking not unlike man intoxicated who
is uncertain about his standing in the
world. And the surroundings were in
keeping with the house. The fences
seemed to possess the same helplessness,
and struggled about without regard to
division lines, while the garden-patch
was Laid out with the mathematical pre-
cision of chaos.
Z" No, faint my fault, continued Silas:
( g did the best / knew how with the
money"
ono We didn't, :" answered Mrs. Bron-
son, sharply, from within the house.
Mrs. Bronson, a care worn, sharp
featured woman, seemed to be greatly
disturbed, and her fingers worked nerv-
ously as she gathered up the few dinner
dishes. eye did know better. Ye had
sense enough to know your family were
out of clothes, the house an place needed
fxln' up, an ye kept promisin ye'd get
all these things when ye got some money.
But ye didn't get the money, and we never
would have got it if Providence, as it
were, hadn't just chucked it into your
face by that uncle dyin' off there in Cali
fornia an leavin' ye thousand dollars.
AND then, like born idiot, you must
needs give it all to Judge Fay to sink in
that oil well of his'n, where yell never
bear ont again. .
Well, I did as well as I coKld," again
pleaded Silas.
"Of course ye did a0elz!" emphasized
MRS. Bronson with an unconcious> pun.
!" That old oil well will keep the money
safe enough, reckon; yell never get it
back.
Ehen Mrs. Bronson said no more. and
5ilas was quite willing to keep silent on
a disagreeable subject. A well-meaning
3ut shiftless man was Mr.. Bronson. not
nc5ined to work, with little knowledge
IF business, and no practical sense to d.
'ect what knowledge he had. On Mrs.
bronson fell the real burden, and had it
not been for her sagacity and executive
tbility poor Silas would have Jared badly.
ID spite OF her efforts, however, the for
VINES of the family were getting at low
lob, and her complaints of her husbands
mlable inability were becoming frequent
more frequent than Silas liked.
Don't be always a frettin', Maria. !"
re said one day. " Luck's agin us, I
Al0w, but it'll change poorly soon"
" Not unless ye work for IT," answered
Maria, not relishing such serene resigna-
ion. "They do say that Providence
axes care OF lazy people and fools, but
do not set no great store ont"
But g luck did change after while.
An uncle of Mr.. Bronson died conven-
emily off III California, and among other
requests left one thousand dollars to his
nephew. Then Mrs. Bronson's face
frightened. Visions of home fixed up.
{ comfortable clothing for rerself and
amily, began to fit before her eyes.
Sut they proved to be only visions after
H. When the letter came containing
he long looked for check .Silas went up
the village bank to get the money, and
mere he fell in with certain Judge Fay.
hat smooth, ghb-tongued Spectator
net Silas just as he was coming out of
ae bank and Immediately button holed
i'm.
H'Halloo, Bronsonl How do you do?
Had to meet you; just the man wanted
D see. Cao9 YH
&c Pooty well, thank ye,''' answered
LAS, smiling weakly. He felt consider
ole awe of the Judge, and began to
onder what possible business that great
IAN could have with him. But the Judge
id not seem to notice his embarrassment;
locked arms with Silas, and began
liking in a very familiar and confidential
amer as they walked along.
Chow are your family, Bronson? By
&c way, those are mighty smart children