The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1878-11-14

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be as well for you to mention it to John,
too"
"What is it, Uncle MOreland?"
Gust this : that if you come TO want
-tChen you come to want, would perhaps
/ be a more correct expression-you don't
come to me for aid. l wash my hands
Of you and yoEr poetry"
Mrs. John NIoreland smiled.
81 assure you, uncle" said she, eve
never had the least idea of becoming
pensioners upon your bounty"
perhaps you had, perhaPsyou hadn't" "
said DR.. MOreland, catching up his hat,
81 wish you q very gOOd-morning."
And he descended the stairway, two
steps at a time, and shook the dust of
the offending household from his feet.
Scarcely three months afterWard poor
little keziah came in with a red nose
and swollen eyelids, to tell Uncle More
land that poor John was dead.
Dead, is heI" said DR.. Moreland.
i'I said when he married that poetry
writing girl that he had committed the
last blunder he could be capable of, but
and leave her on our hands!"
OLg CuElC DlOltldllus bLlluEu DOOI
little Keziah, between her tears.
Don't be fool" said Uncle Moreland.
"I liked John as well as you did until he
wore my patience out. And I'm sorry
that he must needs 60 and die and put
US all to the expense of a funeral
what is to become Of Johns wife "
faltered keziah, timidly."
u don't know that that's any Of my
business" said DR.. Moreland.
1t was scarcely a month after poor
Johns remains were laid in Greenwood
Cemetery when DR.. MOreland received
a black-edged note.
From Johns wife," said he contract
ing his brOws. 'I wonder what she has
got to say to me after all my warnings"
From Johns wife it was-a neatly
written missive which ran thus:
DEAR UScLE BloRELAs-D: VIII you come to me
this afternoon at 3 O'Clock 2and Oblige,
~ our ahectOnate neice, CLARA MORELASD'
"Ahw said DR.. MOreland to himself
81 knew very well how it would be.
predicted it all along. She's going to
throw herself on my compassion. Wild
penniless-blighted hOpeS-and all
that sort of thing. But it 1gOn't go dO1c1l ;"
-buttoning his pockets with a signif-
cant air-"I warned her just how it
would be, and 1 shall give her to under
stand that as she has made her bed so
must she lie upon it."
Keziah picked up the note when she
was dusting her uncle's library, and look
ed piteOusly at it.
you'll go uncle, won't you 2" said she
"Oh, yes" said DR.. MOreland, Il shall
gow
And he went accordingly.
Johns wife was sitting by the freside,
dressed in the deepest of black and look
ing prettier than ever. DR.. Moreland
sat himself down opposite, and looked
hard at her.
well" said he, what do you want Of
me?"
81 wanted to ask your advice, uncle"
said the young widow.
"AbOut what% (instinctively Clapping
his hands over the pocket where he
kept his money!
about the investment Of my money"
EyOur-H10Rey MOreland. could
scarcely credit his own ears.
eyes, my money; the money I have
earned by sending poetical contributions
to the various magazines and periodicals
of the day. It.is not a great deal but
it is enough to enable me to live COM
Portable for the rest of my life, if can
only manage to get it suitably invested.
DR.. MOreland stared. He had come
thither prepared to steel himself against
the sUpplicatiOn of a penniless poor
relation; but here was Johns wife,
entirely independent Of him-a mOneyed
parsonage in her own right. And the
ThaA 4h0% mol Ia GonoI
absolutely have accumulated little for
tune by her pen seemed incredible to
him.
Success is a, wonderful sOftener of
human nature, and DR.. MOreland's hard
features relaxed, in spite Of himself
Il shall be very glad to help you in
vest it, my dear" said he. "And-and I
really think you're a very sensible girl.
And if you have not decided upon
home, my niece, Keziah and I shall be
very glad to have you come and live
with us"
"No," said Clara, serenely. "I prefer
my own home"
"Is there nothing else I can do for
yOu| asked DR.. MOreland as he took
his leave, after receiving the young
widows detailed instructions.
Nothing more, thank you" said
Clara, coldly.
DR.. Moreland went home, seated him
self before his desk, and drew a long
breath.
"a superior woman" said he ray
superior woman"
What did she want, uncle?" said
Keziah.
That's the strangest part of il" said |
DR.. MOreland. "She didn't want anu
hing. My dear, I never was more mis-
taken in my life than about-John's |
wife!"