The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-05-29

| DfOke ana maze tne room smell nkl
well, two hundred pairs of cleaned kiC
gloves.
Where does-if you please, ma an
Mr.. Dolf buy his clothes" asked he.
"Great grief what has happened
Can it be possible that the old fellow il
going to buy some new clothes for him
self p said Mrs. Dolf TO herself, and ther
she answered out loud, "He hasnt
bought any for a year or SO, Mr.. Waste
Paper, but when he does buy EN- he
goes to Mr.. Lucky's, right around the
next corner, two blocks down. Lucky's
dead now and Gutter & Son" have the
place."
"ThaDk you, ma'am, said Mr.. Waste
Paper, throwing two bright silver guar.
ters into the lap of little Cherry, who
was sitting on the door-sill, with her
kitten in her arms, and hurrying away.
And the old man, dressed in new
gray suit and a nice straw hat, who
called that afternoon, first on Miss
Abeecy, the school mistress, where he
obtained the address of Ruth Sands
Morris, who had left school about a
year before to live in the Village of
Wildrose, not very far away, and then
at the "Safeandsure Savings Bank, 4"
where he drew out a thousand dollars in
brand new bank-notes didn't look much
like Mr.. Waste Paper, but it was he all
the same.
The next morning Mrs. Morris. tn
pretty widow who lived in the one-and.
a-half story cottage by the woods, in the
Village OF Wildrose, was hanging up the
clothes she had just finished washing,
in the back garden, when the train from
the big city over the river came dashing
along, stopped at Wildrose Station, and
left one passenger, an odd-iooking, but
nice-looking old man behind it, when it
dashed away again.
Grandmother Sands stood behind her
holding the clothes-pin bag, and a
young girl, as pretty as her mother, was
scattering some corn among the chick
ems and singing Sup in the Morning
Early" =
" Dear me-" said the young widow,
taking clothes-pin from her mouth to
say it, sit almost breaks my heart to
leave this place. We've been SO happy
here for the last year."
"They may not find purchaser for
the house, said grandmother.
10 GnS0ah nSah hJnEe JnEes theGYY sRRllf na1h aT1hey are sure
dred dollars, I'd bought it in a moment,
then we could have home forever; but
there's no use wishing. l never have
more than eight hundred Genus at time
" and she stopped her mouth
again with another clothes-pin.
"My DEAR" said voice directly be-
hind them, and they all turned to see
the old man, who had come out of the
woods SO silently they had never heard
his footsteps, leaning over the fence,
and gazing upon them with a mild, blue
eye, wouldn't it be funny if I gave
you the money ""
Grandmother Sands dropped the
clothes-pin bag-the pretty widow near
ly cboked herself with the clothes-pin
she had between her teeth, and her
pretty daughter, her song suddenly end
ed, stood with one hand held out to-
ward the chickens and her mouth wide
open.
"Don't you know me, Sallie ?" said
the old man, 81 should have known You
though I haven't seen you
for many long, long years, and he slow
ly turned his black eye and then both
eyes upon her and opened the gate and
came in.
"Husband r shrieked the grand
mother.
+" Father |" cried the daughter.
Grandfather Hurrah !" shouted
Ruth.