The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-01-27
sold MOney-Bags. -


Roger Flint was 8 hard man--har
as steel.
"ThIs Is the way 1t stands, M
Beggs," he was saying one day to
man Ia his Office, "a poor man Is q
man at all, and . rich one Is q fool
he spends what be has. Ny motto Il
ret money. Get it honestly, II 20
can: Ifnot-get 1t, and keep it.D
"And ye got it." quaversd Nj
BsgRs, with . mean twinkle in hi
wAtsEy eyes. "Ys got 1t and kept Il
Mr.. Flint "Oh, you're 3 sharp one
q reg'iar knlfe-edger, you are."
"In my younger time" continue'
Mr.. Flint, With 9 hard smile at th
Others compliments al hsd som
Wild notions about generosity. But
soon got over that folly. Host monel
by It. II people viii be poor, le
them 20 to the almshouses. II theI
are too proud to do that, let then
staIve and get out OF the way. Char
ityI Humb7gl Why should / b,
robbed for the sake Of set Of lazy rss
Gals who are never satisfied"
Mr.. BegRs expressed his entire ap
proVal Of these sentiments by q seFiei
Of inArtlculate croaks.
"NoW, there's . fellow" continued
Flint, pointing ct the shabby clerk
"whom took out Of O charity instI
tuition when q boy. / fed him, clotheC
him, and taught him q good business
But was he grateful Not he He
Icomplained Of hard work, and had
Vagne ideas on the subject OF pocket
money. But have crushed all the
nonsense out Of him. Haven't I,
Jacob 30
'tEh," said the shabby clerk, start
Ing at the sound Of his harsh voice,
but not turning his head. "Oh, yes,
he has crushed me Oh I certainly pi
His depressed manner and careworn
face sufficiently sttested the truth oi
his words.
''NoW," said Flint, turning sudden
ly upon bis friend, and nearly upset
ting him with the shock, "What did
you come here for tonight =? Not to
be sociable. Not y0u. You are ND to
some name, Simon Beggs 1 see It in
your face. Perhape / know what it
is already. Bot out with it any
way"
"WhAt q knowin' 'un you are 20
croaked Beggs, rubbing his lean hands
together. "What an up-Rnd-doWn
sticksr 20
Beggs shifted uneAsily in his chair,
and seemed very uncomfortable.
"Your daughter is . very fine gal, - he
quaVered, "An uncommon fine gal.
She ought to have q good husband,
one as would be very lOvin' and kind
to herr
'LIks yourself, for instance" re-
turned Mr., Flint, with an ironic
smile. "Well, 60 on"
Suppose" continued Beggs, more
easily than ever, 'isuppOse, for areu-
ment's sake, 1 was to want her for
my wife, what little sum would you
feel disposed to give her ?'
The smile left Mr.. Flint's face, and
q grim frown succeeded It,
mot one cent, sir mot one centW
he answered, sharply. "Take her as
she II, or let her alone. Pm in no
hurry to part with her. She earns her
own living and more, and is q good
daughter to me besides"
Mr.. Bsggs shrunk into his shrunken
self ct the others vehemence, rubbed
his head fsebly, and groaned. Then,
II such Q dlngy cid scarecr0W could
be said to do so, he frightened up and
cr0aked "Oh, she earns her own
Ilvin', does she 2 And more Not as
Woald expect her to do that after
We was married. Oh, no And more!
See here. Mr. Flint. I'll take her IL
she ID ViIlin'."
Mr.. FIInt's face expressed consider
bic satisfaction ss he answered
SShe will be willing. She will do
whatever I think Is best for her.
Jecob, 20 cali Jessie"
The clerk who had been nattlinR the
papers on his desk In 3 strange, nsrv.
ous way, got hastily of bis stool and
left the room.
Presently be returned with q pretty,
mild-eyed young girl, who came and
seated herself silently at her fathers
eide. II ever features Of stone made
. miserable attempt to look kind,
Roger Flints did then. And when
be spoke there was something very
like tenderness in his grating voice,
absolutely.
Jessie" he said, ''have you ever
thought Of marrying 2?
t1f I have, father" answered she,
with q slight blush, 1.-THE thought has
gtNAA ~ bBGSG1AI DaulbuCu ny ~ Oc@
termination never to leave you that
It could hardly be called . thought at
AIl.D
"a girl's Whlm, and OF no weight In
the plans have formed for your BEN
1T. All your life have kept before
your eyes tbs value Of money and the
utter Worthlessness OF everything else
without Il. Therefore, In choosing
husband for you, have cast aside all
romantic and unpracticable consider
atiGns, and secured for you-money %
The girls face grew ss white as
death, and she sat staring at him with
Wide-open, frightened eyes.
'Blmon Beggs," continued her ia
ther, his voice growing dryer and
harBher - be proceeded, ''is no very
handsome object TO look at, admit;
but be Il rich and 9 dwelling old
dotard, and the woman that mafries
him can easily control him and his
money, IL she will.
Beggs griHned and chuckled as IL he
had listened to the most glowing
panegyrie possible. The girl made no
reply. Once while he spoke, she
turned her eyes towards the clerk at
his deak and then was motionless.
Gone" said Flint, with q grim at
temps at tocuiAEity, "he has tut half
q dozen years In him at best, and then
"a rich young widow, eh, Jessie ?"
VI would rather die, as my mother
did-A thousand, o thousand times
rather !" said Jessie, In . low, choked
voice. putting both her trembling
hands upon his arm,
Nonsense !n retorted her father,
haFshly, shaking Der of, HOnce mar.
Tisd, you viii laugh At this folly, and
thank me for disregarding IT, Now
20 up stAls and dry your ewes. for the
matter Il settled, I tell you.n
She arose and looked dxedIv at him
. moment Then, seeing the iron de-
termination IN bis face, she turned,
and with Q low sob left the room.
When she was gone, the clerk, who
had been standing near his desk with
elsnched hands, and flushed eounte-
nance, hastily resumed his stool and
worked away harder than ever.
"Don't seem 'ticklArly 'tached to
me, do she ~ groaned Beggs.
The impatient reply upon Mr..
Flines lips was Interrupted by the
opening Of the offscs door and the en-
tfoace OF young lady, mufd ed and
turred against the weather. What a
bright little creature abe was! what
eyes how sharp and sly as q birds,
how soft and gentle a. Il Is possible
for q Vonan's eyes to be. What q
Grm little figure, carried with An air
Of dignity that means Just nothing at
al : What curls What lips Ora.
cioDs
"H0V do y0u do, Mr.. Jacobs ?'i she
nd, addressing the clerk hrst Of all,
and then b0Ving to Mr.. Flint. "And
this h your friend % she continued,
looking straight into Mr.. Beggs' face,
- be Wriggied 10 his feet to be intro
duoOd. 81 can't say that I am happy
% know him. Any relation to the
Grow family? No, indeed! A very
strong resemblance, then. Is Jessie
up stairs, Mr.. Flint I will 20 MP
and ZEE her, n you plsase.n And
With . la1gh and q shake Of the dark
ecFt1s abe was out Of the room-Ieav-
IA NJ. Beggs breathless and crest
81 don't like Mrs. Heyward. II fthat,s
0ef mama he munahla6 trvfru 70 "a.