Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1875-10-22
So it might i there were no clouds

much as you can. We cant De vouug
twice over, N res the patty
SO We We're married qui.riy. &C b.
came our hu Dble estate and moderut,.
expectations, aud went to spend AZ few
days in the country, VIII. re l had d
sister living on n breezy, Old Shioned
farm. Do you think LIZZIE aud ]
will ever forg~t those days, even If
We live to be us cd IA NJ, thus-lah?
It was a Nov mber evening whe.5
we came TO tbs DOLE hous.-, where the.
red merlDO dsat 'er'.s giowcd warm 7
IN the ruddy shine of the fire AID III
tin kettle WIS sing ng out Is homai,
lay OF we!c'm
Lizzie, SAID 7, softly, are you glad
to come home?
And she answered more with h r
eyes than her lips, Oh, SO very, yer,
glad! for We are guug to be h.pp,
here. know IT. a. veil a. If [ saw a
the years strt tche out efore me on
a map.
Our FIRST year wa very bissful, as
peclally att r the baby came t. max.
our lives musica', with his little coolug
)lce but after that the ha'd tim s
came. Not tnat We rep ned LIZ
and [ were brave to endure whaa4y
we could be"r yet it went &,
my heart to see r g:"wi':g pale ard
thnn, through sltflnS mp - night Il,
sew and earn little extra money, ha-
cause M bu ines Wa un And, al
III Jst before We knew it, the bills b.
gan 20 accumulate, and the rent got
beLiad.
This won't do, Joe. said Lizzie,
9rd~@iy. We must do without meat.
| although felt title enough 1nclia1,i
| to be mlrtbtul; but We Cannot yerv
@ell 10 without n roof over our heads
Don't fl, t, joe, SAID my little heart
| some wife. We shali not want, Some
| thug viii be snre to happen.
| Bat what can harper, L zz1e ? TIL
days of miricles are over. There are
40 II 1jahs aLd ravens il these tunes
Yes, tncre are. J,e, sad L II -.
cheerfnliy, although We don't Away
know 1t at the TIM. There IL IN Ir-
der for you ~ tulu piano up III South
street I-n that X raven
And she hel the ltt.e strip Of pa
per trlumpnantlr up before me.
When ! came back from 20 tn stre. t
| L'zzi- MT NE at t; door win humid
| eye@ aud troubled f ace
What l. the matter ? / cred ont.
nxi9u~ly. L zz'"--n,:t the baby ::
Nothing h:s1 happend TO him
No, Lizzie answered :; he is quite
we'll, and fast asleep, tx, !!ttle waite
lamb. Blu AUNT George Is dead.
Aunt q. oi2a J repeated. vac2ntiy.
Yes she died this morDing, aud |
| could not be seut for III time to receive
her last breath. Oh, she was very,
very kind to me.
Are we men naturally so selfish, or
was /, hunted aud dr. ven by want. an
exception to the ordinary rule? For
@ ,fess that as lIZze stood there look
Ing tearfnliy up into my face the first
though that followed the entrance of
this unexpected news lutO my brain
was WcuId Aunt George leave US
| anything? l su ,ppsed Llzz" WAS her
sole living relation, aud surely, in all
these years, though her income was
small she must have saved something
But L am thankful 10 RENE mber that
] never told Lizzie what was in my
mind.
She was very old, dear. l said.
striving to comfort nv grieve1 WIFI :;
over thre-scure and ten. II Is the al
lotted age Of humanity, and You know
she al grown to be We Y f eple.
Aud KIN =" Site I" b't'1r off, said
LiZzi" but. Joe, she Is all the moth
er 1 ever had.
We went 10 Aunt G"orge's funeral,
aud her will was read-a very brl,t
dUcumeut-iu which she beQeathei
her simp'e hou sehod furniture and
b alungILg- TO a nephew III Wisconsin,
aud "t.ilzabt tn, wife of Joseph Allen
as a token of the affect Onate remem-
brance of the deceased. her piano.
A tuueless, jan Ellng instrument,
half century old, with carved spindle
legs, ornaments of iulaid brass aud
keys rs yellow as Aunt Georg IS own
complexion. / laughed coDtemptu-
Gus when [ he trd the words. But
l. zzle laid her hand gently on my
arm.
it was Aunt Georges dear, she
said softly, land we must cherish it
for her sake. Besides, in a whisper,
think how it will amuse the baby.
Aud that was the end of all my ex-
p"ctations of an Inheritance from Liz
zIe's Aunt George.
The Old piano was duly carried home
the next day. If 1t had been a fash
lOuabie instrument, of modern make
they C uld never have get el it up the
barrow staircase bit 1T looked quite
friendly and home-like opposite the
Fireplace, its lank proportions covered
by faded green cloth.
[ shrnuk back with a little grimace
as Lizzie touched the keys to make the
baby laugh.
OF course it is ont of tune. Joe, she
said, merIly; but you'll soon set that
right. Aud shall rub up my prac-
hce again IN no time.
It happened to be very dull time
inst theo; so h d nothing else to do
but TO take Lizzie's advic, aud in Just
half al hcur had the old instrument
nearly dissected, much to Mr.. baby's
edlfication, as he sat gravely on the
floor in the mid.t of the interior de-
velopments of the ancient piano.
And now comes the most marvellous |!
part of my story.
All piano tuners know that when |
you take away the front piece shove
the keyboard there is a hollow place |
o! considerable extent, In any instru-
ment Of ordinary size. And as l !
stopped to blow the dust away from
TINS place l saw a bundle or roll of |
bauk notes fastened round with a yell
low slip of paper on VIII ch was writ
ten: For my niecA, lIizZ re.
l. zzlel L crit d breatnlessly, Lizzie.
and she Was al my side i'll an Inst ant.
And if you will believe me, there
were So, 900, the accumulated savings
Of Aunt Georges frugal ife; aud this
was what she had meant by giving her
piano to us.
That 5000 was the starting point
Of the snug little fortune W. have since
3craped together; ami if Aunt George
could know how much her bequest has
lone for us, [ think it would do her
sind y heart good
Gov. AMEs had better give it up.
Ills attemptto re-kindle the old bloody
hirt Juror in the North is total fail
Ire. Nobody Of the least accounts
IONS snts to get excited about it. His
,utrages fall dead upon tue public