The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1880-03-26

vantage.
"That'll do, / think, says the little
tailor to his assistants. Thank you
kindly, my men; some day, may be, |
shall have it in my power to do you
good turn. Good.day to you"
The men shake hands with Peter and
leave the cottage. AS they disappear
the tailor utters loud wall, and sink.
ing into chair, begins to sob hysteri-
cally.
"Sixteen Of them, and nothing but
that clock left 10 me! What on earth
has he done with his hoardsl What
am / to do?" he cries brokenly and dis
contentedly. "He was worth thous-
ands upon thousands, am sure. Where
are those thousands gone, | wonder
Hang that clockl How i hate to look
at it'll The very sight of it seems to
stifle me. What could Uncle Durant
have done with his money! Here are
the children home from school. Where's
Alice?
II dare say she is with her brothers
and sisters; there scarcely never was
80 good a girl, SO good daughter as
She
"You are right, Matty, you are
right" agrees the tailor. And that
old sinner who is gone used to admire
her SO, focused to say he would leave
her a nice wedding portion when he
died. If / had only known what a con-
founded old rascal he wasp
. Don't repine about 1t any further,
dear. Peter" entreats Matty, tenderly;
s'let Us hope on"
"Hope, wife? What are we to hope
for now? ] feel utterly crushed. hone
Iessly miserable. Drat that clock
Stop it's ticking; | cannot bear to hear
I'll"
"Nonsensel Here are the children
and Alice"
Here the door burst open, and four
teen boys and girls, poorly clad, with
Alice Durant at their head, make their
boisterous appearance.
ooh mother" cry all the children, as
with one voice, "oh my, amt we all
hungryw
Matte speaks aside, her heart heavy
as lead.
''Bungryl OF course they are, poor
dears, and we haven't scrap Of food to
give them, or sixpence to buy a loaf
Of bread with. Oh, what shall ] dol
What can do! Oh, that clock-drat
itp
"Whatl Have we really clock
mother?" cries Alice Well, it's no
beauty, wherever it has come from.
Wasn't it Uncle Durant'sf | suppose
ii has come along with the money he
has left father? ?"
Peter groans dolefully, and covers his
face with his hands.
What's the matter, dear father-are
you ilIg' inquiries Alice, going to the
|, tailor and addressing him fendA'
Iolicitude. els it q headacheIP
r No, love, heartache," he answers
Fifteen chat walk and talk, and one
in the cradle that can do neither. Build
naf rpS done a stitch Of work since his death
and Consequently we haven't six
nence IN the house to buy food for thu
/ cbildren Hang that clockr' he adds
shaking his fist at it.
I Y Am / to understand, then, tina
Uncle Duran thas left us nothine? de
mands Alice. in SURPRISE, Oh, papa
! surely he has not lett his money U
strangers "
aHe has left us nothing in the world
eirl but that ugly clock. There was n
money for him to leave; at least W
coI1dn,t find any in the house, whic
we searched from cellar 20 roof. w
found a sort Of will, in which he be
aneathed me that eonfounded old clock
not q mention Of money was there in il
M must have buried his boards some
Z where. the hoary headed villain, an
then when he became so i'll, forgot a
about it.'' a
little ones follow his example, thru.
their knuckles into their eyes, and ros
Justify.
/" Silence, children, ALL" command
3. u,.
their mother, in tones tnat ace 4lla la
magic on the youthful listeners, sa loI 'ne sn
hush their voices with one accoro, = S aI1 !,
stand like 50 many mItes. 40 woii
man p suddenly says Matty. .y ,,;,o.ale !