The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-08-10

any man. And made mistake. I
begun WI whiskey. When took to
port wine got on faster. It's fine wine
the port wine, on, aye. but you can hae
too much Of 1t. It's put me almost past
the work"
However, five years of oatmeal por-
ridge, bacon and weak tea, with hard
work, reduced Sandy to his former con-
dition of skin and bone. His health
was good, his eye was clear, and he was
more contented than ever, until one day
through the streets of Lynn walked
once more the tall, grave, serious gentle
man from the firm of Dunn IL Derry.
This time Lynn was actually excited,
and as the lawyer entered the door
Sandy turned upon him a face longer,
more solemn than he had ever shown
before, and cried out
mr. Dunn again Weel out with
1t, mon Bad news suppose 7"
C Yes sir" replied the lawyer. "Your
Aunt Jean is dead. She departed this
life very suddenly. 1t was shock to
all the family"
"Aye; 1 thought Aunt Jean would
live to be hundred" said Sandy.
$50 did she; but she had made her
will Notwithstanding, and as you were
her favorite nephew, she has left every
farthing to you. Sir, must congratu-
late you"
Don't do that mon," said Sandy
You mean weel, but it adding insult
to injury. Let me known the worst
She must hae been an unco rich woman
my Aunt JEAN"
You are now possessed of more than
fifty thousand dollars" replied the law
yer. "Indeed, coolly as you take it, l
should like to stand in your shoes, Mr..
Mcpherson"
"Ah, weel," replied Sandy, "you
may call it cool, but feel pretty warm.
How is man ever to spend feefty thou
sand dollars 7"
The lawyer departed laughing. In an
hour Sandy stood before old Mrs. Cages
dooryard.
Pm in trouble again Mrs. Cage"
said he. "My Aunt Jean is dead. Oh,
no, 'tisn't that we must all die some
day, but she's left me her money, and /
have feefty thousand dollars to spend"
CT wish 1 had," said the farmers
widow, whose hair was gradually grow
ing gray under the weight of thousand
dollar mortgage. "It's flying in the
face of Providence.t to talk that way of
fine fortune"
"But how is a mon to spend it 7"
continued Sandy. 81 couldn't get
through the ten thousand wi'out maxim
beast of myself, and feefty thousand
at my age will be the end of me. What
is single mon like me to do VII it
all?"
"Oh, there are plenty of ways, Mr..
McPherson,'' said the farmers widow.
" You could be benevolent"
"I'll never give good money to beg
gars let them work for their bread"
said Sandy. "Ah you dinna know,
Mrs. Gage. A mon can eat but five
meals the day If he does his best, and to
be aye drinking is all that is left"
e Dear, dearl what pity it is you
haven't good, sensible wife to show
you how to use your money!" said Mrs.
Gage. " You'd find no trouble then"
4" But, you see I'm bachelor" said
Sandy.
"You needn't remain one," replied
Mrs. Gage.
"And who would / marry ?" asked
Sandy.
"It's not for me to say" replied Mrs.
Gage. " Some sensible, middle-aged
woman, Mr.. Mcpherson"
''I wonder would you have me ?" ask
ed Sandy. YOU'RE very sensible
woman, Mrs. Gage, it strikes me 1
couldn't do better; but L hope you'll
drink your share"
Mrs. Gage held her peace and Lynn
was surprised by wedding the next
week. The mortgage was paid off; the
boys sent to college; the farm prospered.
Mrs. Mcpherson and Sandy appeared
each Sunday at church in black silk and
broadcloth, and Sandy still made shoes
in the little house, now wheeled perma-
nently to the kitchen door, up to the
last accounts received of him. AS for
his money, he seems to forget that a
married man is any more comfortable
than bachelor, and adds: 81 didn't
know it until the wife told me,'' which
is regarded as one of Mr.. McPherson's
jokes, though it is strictly true.