Connecticut western news., 1880-06-16
A TRUE STORY.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS

I 
 In the town of Lynn every man is 8 shoemaker. That is not quite an exact statement, but it is so nearly the truth that will let it stand. Certainly, in al- most all the little houses somebody is at work either binding shoes, hammering soles, making heels or stitching uppers. And, among them, many years ago, none could have been found more busy or more contented than quiet, red-haired Scotchman, called Sandy Pherson. He lived alone, being either bachelor or 8 widower-probably the frst-in little two-roomed house on wheels, and when ever the owner of the ground on which he had established his residence asked awkward questions or demanded rent, he simply wheeled his mansion away. Thus he spent next to nothing, and though he did not make much money, saved the best part of what he made.
 He had lived several years in this quiet way, when one day there appeared in the village tall, serious gentleman in black coat, who, inquiring diligently for one MT. Alexander McPherson, soon discovered the object of his search in simple Sandy Pherson, hammering away at his bench, and thus addressed him:
 "Sir, I am one of the firm of Dunn X Derry, lawyers, and bring you the sad news that your uncle, MT. Donald Nc Pherson, has departed this life."
 Sandy laid down his lap-stone, shook his head, and gravely remarked:
 "I never thought Uncle Donald was 0 long-hved man." And thinking his duty done, set to work again. But once more the lawyer spoke:
 'sAnd it is also my pleasant duty, Mr. McPherson, to inform you that your uncle Donald has left you legacy amounting to five thousand dollars, which, after the necessary formalities, our firm will take pleasure in paying into your hands,"
 Sandy put down his work again, looked at the lawyer, and, after pause, remarked:
 cit was weel meant of Uncle Donald, and you mean weel to me in telling me of it, but it will be aye dreadful trou- ble spending sic sum-
 The lawyer laughed; he thought his client intended joke, but Sandy was in sober earnest. Having received the necessary instructions he shut up his little house, fastened the doors and shut ters well, stored it with an old farmer just out of town, and went to get his money. For three years no one in Lynn saw or heard anything of him, but at the end of that time MT. Gage, the farmer with whom Sandy had left his house, was surprised by his re-appear- ance in a good suit of clothes, with a very red face and a very portly person, to claim his house again.
 "I'm glad to get back" he said "Pve had hard work to spend my five thousand dollars, and I couldna do il without eating and drinking more than was aye gude for me; but I've lived through it, and maybe I'm no the worse for bit holiday"
 And once more the door of the little wheeled house stood open, and Sandy Pherson worked beside 1t from dawn un. til sunset.
 Two years passed. At the end of that time the village gossips once more saw the tall, spare form of the member of tho firm of Dunn S Derry in the streets O the little town. This time he made nt inquiries, but walked to the door O Sandy's house and knocked.
 "Come in" cried the shoemaker, anG in walked the lawyer.
 "Oh and is it you, Mir. Dunn?" criet Sandy, "Sit ye doon, mon; and wha new news hae ye for me?'
 "Much the same as before, Mir. Mo Pherson," replied the lawyer. "You Uncle Duncan has left this world for better. 7"
 "Ou, aye, saw the old man was fail ing, said Sandy.
 "His property" continued the law yer, " has been equally divided amongs his four nephews; and your share, my dear sir, am happy to tell you, amounts to two thousand pounds; or if you like the sound better, ten thousand dol lars"
 "That's twice as much as Uncle Don aid left me. !" sighed Sandy. "'Twill be hard work spending it. The five thoo sand nearly killed me, but a is as Goo wills. If it's come on me, it's come or me. I'll be with, you tomorrow morn ing, sir. Sooner begun, sooner done.