The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-11-24

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diligently. Needing a card for the
center of the affair, she peered into
boxes and drawers, until, at the bot
tom Of Mr.. Rogers hair trunk, she
found the very thing she wanted-a
yellow, dingy thumb thing
with TT upon it; and she made use
of it at once. Then sweetly smiling,
and quite unconscious Of what she had
dope, she finished off the pen wiper
with antenn@ Of gold thread, and hid
it until the birthday should dawn.
On that day-the wonderful fret of
September-Mr. Rogers arose betimes;
and so did his wife.
She presented him with his pen.
wiper. He accepted it with a kiss,
and pretended to feel thankful, though
it only reminded him of his desk, his
copies, the slavery Of his life.
Now that the time had come, he felt
that he had only sqandered money
that TT was a blank. He dreaded to
glance at the column of the paper in
which the prizes would be published,
He groaned and hid his face in his
hands.
"Are you i'll, dear2" asked Mr..
Rogers.
He only groaned again.
At this moment came the paper
mans knock, and, with sudden re.
vulsion of feeling, he rushed to the
door.
He took the paper into his shaken
/ hands, and spread it on the table, and
the first words that met his eyes were
-"777-Capital prize, $4,000"
The effect of this announcement on
Mr.. Rogers was tremendous. He
started to his feet and danced about
the room. lie shouted "Huzzah I"
and gave three cheers. as though he
had been at political meeting. Then
he rushed to the table where his boys
y-books lay piled, and, seizing them
one by one flung them into the open
CRATE, yelling:
"No more school teaching No
more slavery Huzzah !" -
Mrs. Rogers, weeping and wringing
her hands, besought him to come to
his senses, and felt fully assured that
her husband had suddenly become a
raving maniac.
E Finally he finished by throwing the
butterfly pen-wiper on the top of the
fire, ala falling into chair weeping,
Then little Mrs. Rogerscame out Of
her corner, and, with both arms around
his neck, besought him to tell her
what allied him.
"Seven hundred and seventy seven
Capital prize! y said Mr.. Rogers. 'Pve
drawn it Esmeralda !"
Esmeralda rushed for the paper
found the list of prizes, read the an
! nouncement, and sat down gasping fol
/ breath.
t "That's why you burnt the copy
!; books" she said. "But oh why neeC
G you have burnt my pen-wiper.? 1t wal
: so pretty l declare could save it
S | believe IT'S only scorched."
e But Mr.. Rogers was not quite him
: self.
), "Hang pens, handles, and pen
wipers !" he said and jammed his boot
e heel into the Goals. "I'll never toucl
d one again."
g Mrs. Rogers felt hurt, but she still
made allowance for her husband ant
h the fact of the prize was just begin
It ming TO dawn upon her.
d "Are you sure?" said she. "Oh
). do show me the ticket! Perhaps you'v
j. made mistake. Seven hundred an
n oh, dear! / can't believe it,"
e "I'Il show youP' said Mr.. Rogers
l. wipiug his forehead. "Here, Esmel
If aida !"
g He walked into the little bedroom
h and hlelt down by his trunk, ii
felt down to the bottom. He felt q
Of the sides. He tossed things out. II
glared wildly.
$. "Its herel' he said. 81 know it
- here; but can't find it,"
"Oh. RogersW cried his wife, "whi
p was it like? Tell mel"
1r "Yellow-square dirty. Esmera
da! you haven't done anything wit
er it?"
IN Esmeralda gave a shrek. She file
k to the CRATE.
e. "The pen-wiperl Save it," 81
lg screamed.
lg "Hang the pen-wiper!" !" cried M
Ike Rogers, and he jammed his heel in
the Goals once more, and the tiau
n. burst hot and red over the halfbur
le. butterfly and consumed it in an j
mt stant. "Can't you think of anythiI
to else but that confounded pen'wipe
Ii. The ticket Look for it, Esmeralda
"It's in the butterfly How did