Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1877-10-27

John came as usual in the evening.
"Here's enterprise !" he called out as
he came in.
"What is enterprise ?"
"The IRtelligencer Behold it, large
as life, and looking just as usual, only
forty-eight hours after the fire ! That's
what 1 call pluck"
"Isn't it?" cried Sue admirably, as
she drew the paper from its wrapper,
and held it to the blaze that she might
see the familiar page. Meanwhile took
from my pocket our melancholy little
list.
"You were right, John. Sue and 1
have searched the house over to-day,
and this is all there is of any value-the
furniture, little silver, and those
wretched Intelligencers.
/ was interrupted by startling cry.
Sue WIS guzing at the newspaper in her
hand with large, dilated eyes. Her
cheeks had flushed pink.
"What is it ? What is the matter ?"
both of us cried in breath.
"Just read this Oh, John, I don't
believe it Read"
She thrust the paper into his hand,
and he read
S10OO-TT1MIEG. OFFICE SpT;nJ FL FILEoF sEJR OUR
by fire on the evening Of the 18th inst, we
offer the above price for a complete and per-
! feet set of the Inteltigencer from its first num-
ber, March 4, 1880, to present date. Any per-
sons able to supply set as stated will please
| communicate with the publisher. P. o. Box
1851, New York.
ga thousand dollars Oh, Sue oh,
John what piece of good fortune |!
Dear aunt-think cf her file turning out
such treasure It is too wonderful to
be true. I feel as though it we're q
dream y and I danced up and down the
kitchen floor.
John and Sue were equally excited.
"Only," promised the former, eve
mustn't forget that some one else may
have file of the Intelligencer, and get
ahead of u.s."
This wet blanket of suggestion kept
me awake all night. My thoughts kept
flying to New York, anticipating the let
ter which we had written, and John
posted overnight for the early stage. If
it should be lost in the mails When
morning came, was too weary and too
fidgety to employ myself in any way.
But about noon John walked in, comfort
in his eyes.
"Why, John, how funny to see you
here at this hour! Why do you look SO 2
You haven't heard yet; you can't, for
the letter is only halfway there"
"But have heard I got ahead of
the letter--drove over to the junction,
telegraphed, paid for the answer, and
here it is.
Blessed John This was the tele-
gram :
"Send file at once. Check ready to
your order" P. HALLIDAY.
How we cried and laughed and kissed
each other How much that message
meant To John and Sue, tie satisfac-
tion of their love, life spent together,
the fruition of deferred hopes to me,
the lifting of a heavy weight, home, se-
curity, the shelter of my sisters wing,
the added riches of brother who was
brotherly in very deed. And all this
for thousand dollars Oh, how much
money can do sometimes and at other
times, how little! We had grown some
what calmer, though Sue still kept her
sweet wet face hidden on Johns shoul-
der, and quivered and sobbed now and
then, when / turned emotion into a
new channel by seizing tumbler of
water and proposing this toast: "To
the memory of the late Samuel F.
Morse"
John seized another, and added "The
Latelligencer-may it rise like phoenix
from its ashes p
leave you to guess if we did not
drink this heartily. y.-Harper's Bazar.