The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-07-09

Mr.. Merrilton S ii dest 3 t:aa the
last II
titst1 put It in Dec0n EliJSh lfor-
toms bank and then / took it out
again banks amt noways safe now.
a.days. And then / buriedit in the
east cellar, close to the apple.bin,
and there came the deluging rain,
and ! knowed the cellar would be
three inches deep in water. soup
it came again, and ! couldnot restin
my bed, for fear Of fire. Sol gotsit
changed into gold, and | guess tits
safe enough .8i
''In the bottom Of your big
red chest?" mischievously hazarded
George.
"No matter where, sir" said the
widow, nodding her head.
20, but, cousin Clarissa, you might
tell u.s." persisted Merrilton. "We
are all your own folks, Cora and T."
Cora Dallas sat quietly stitching
in the corner-the pretty orphan
whom Mrs. Peckington had taken out
of the orphan asylum to bring up"
five years before.
Il don't expect to leave you Moth
ing" Mrs. Peckington had said, "for
I've relations of my own; but I'll
give you a district school education,
and a decent bringing up, and a good
chance to do for yourself"
And Cora had accepted the good
DANES offer with meek gratitude.
She had grown very pretty in the
last few years, this solitary child Of
nobody. Dark.eyed, with her hair
full of deep chestnut, golden shad-
ows, q peach; blossom skin, where the
rosy blood glowed brightly through
/ on the slightest proyocation, and Q
mouth like Hebe, II seemed as'if ma
ture. had made solemn compact
with herself to atone for all social
sights that might be cast across Cora
Dallas. path.
@Well," !" said Mrs.. Peckington, seri-
oasly, 81 don't mind telling you, but
mind you don't repeat 1.-THE bags
hung half way up the chimney on
an iron hook"
"But suppose the chimney should
take tire?' said Merrilton.
"It won't. keep it well swept,
and besides, if it should, it takes a
pretty good heat to melt gold"
upon my word, Cousin Clarissa, :"
said Merrilton, "you are second
Machaivelli."
"Who in pity sakes was he?" ask
ed Mrs, Peckington. There's neigh
Dor Simkins at the door-jump and
let him in, Cora, for it's beginning to
snow like all possessed
And neighbor Simkins came in
broad faced, jovial agriculturalist
who lived on the next farm, and was
suspected of matrimonial designs on
the heart of widow Peckington.
"Sit by, Simkins," said the widow
Hospitality, putting another moss.
fringcd log on the fire; ''seems like
we are going to have another spell of
weather"
And while the widow and her mid
dle.aged lover discussed the weather.
George took occasion to help Cora get
down half a bushel ofred apples from
the garret, and was unnecessarily
long about it, too.
81 should think you would be
ashamed of yourself George Merrill
ton" said Cora, dimpling and blush
| ing, and trying to look very angry,
in which she succeeded but indiffer-
emily.
"What for?" audaciously demanded
George. "one dosen't get behind the
garret door with a pretty girl every
day in the year,"
"What would Mrs. Peckington
say?"
81 dare say she is doing the very
same thing herself down stairs with
Jehorum Simkins."
And Cora burst out laughing at
the preposterous idea, just asthe wid-
ow came for quince-jelly and apple
butter, and to tell Cora to mix up a
batch Of muffinsin the twinkling Of
an eye, for neighbor simkins was go
ing to stay TO ten.
After supper Mr.. simkins took his
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