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


TN THE town of Lynn nearly every
i man Is a shoemaker. At any rate 1
will say, In almost all the little houses
somebody is at work either binding
shoes, hammerlng soles, making heels
or stitching uppers. And among them,
many years ago, none could have been
found more busy and more contented
than o quiet, red-haired Scotchman,
called Sandy MCPHERSON. He lived
alone, being either bachelor, or a Wild
ower--probably the first-in little two
roomed house on wheels, and whenever
the owner of the ground on which he
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, he saved the
best part of what he made.
He had lived several years In his quiet
way when one day there appeared In the
village tall, serious gentleman in a
black coat and inquiring diligently for
Mr.. Alexander Mcpherson, soon discov-
cred the object of his search in simple
Sandy MCPHERSON, hammering away at
his bench, and thus addressed him:
"Sir, / am one of the firm of Dunn &
Derry, lawyers, and / bring you the sad
news that your uncle Mr.. Donald Nc
Pherson has departed this life."
Sandy laid down his lap.stone, shook
his head, and gravely remarked:
ST never thought Uncle Donald was
long-lived man." And thinking his
duty done, set to work again. But once
more the lawyer spoke:
"And 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 in
to your hands"
Sandy put down his work again, look
ed at the lawyer, and after pause re-
marked:
sc 1t was weel meant of Uncle Donald,
and you mean weel to me in telling me
of it, but it will be aye dreadful trouble
spending sic sum-"
The lawyer laughed ne thought his
client intended joke, but Sandy was in
sober earnest. Having received the nee
essary instructions he shut up his little
house, fastened the doors and shutters
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 Mr.. Gage, the farmer with
whom Sandy had left his house, was
surprised by his re-appearance in 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. 81
have had hard work to spend my five
thousand dollars, and could ma do it
without eating and drinking more than
was aye guide for me; but I've lived
through it, and maybe Pm no the worse
for bit o. holiday.
And once more the door of the little
wheeled house stood open, and Sandy
Mcpherson worked beside it from dawn
until sunset.
Two years passed. At the end of that
time the village gossips once more saw
the tall, spare form of the member of
Dunn & Derry in the streets of the little
town. This time he made no inquiries,
but walked to the door of Sandy's house
and knocked.
"Come in," cried the shoemaker, and
in walked the lawyer.
ooh and it is you, Mr.. Dunn 2"
cried Sandy, "Sit ye doom mon; and
what new news hae ye for me ?"
Much the same as before, Mr.. Nc
Pherson," replied the lawyer. Your
Uncle Duncan has left this world for a
better"
"Aye, saw the old man was failing"
said Sandy.
His property" continued the lawyer
"has been equally divided amongst his
four nephews /; and your share, my dear
sir, 1 am happy to tell you, amounts to
two Thousand pounds, or if You like the
sound better, ten thousand dollars"
"That's twice as much as Uncle DON
aid left me-" sighed Sandy. twill be
hard work spending it, The five thou
sand nearly killed me, but a is as God
will, If it's come on me. I'll be with
you tomorrow morning, sir. Sooner
begun, sooner DONE"
Again the elittle house was stored away
behind the barn of Mr.. Cages farm
but this time the farnnar having diad In