The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-07-14

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her hand She regarded 1t earnests
lily, regretfully,and said aload:
Good bye, you dear old thing
Years and years yo've been my pride.
Taint to be counted the times I've
set you on the mantle-slielf. There
never was such china on carth,-
You're like a 1iyin' crittcr that I
was goingto commit murder on.-
Ha, agent, do you know what prom.
ised my poor aunt7n
The agent was not interested.
II told her that I'd never sell this
vase; and if was obliged to part with
Lit I'd"
Here Penelope paused 10 kiss the
porcelain.
Il told her I'd smash it first, and
I'm going to do it nowl'
And before the agent could inter
fere, down came the vase, crashing
on the earth in twenty pieces
"Hurrah for Pen,a cried Simon
from his bed. "That would have
brought down the house in play.
Hurrahw
But the agent swore and stamped,
and Penelope was hiding her face in
her apron and sobbing like a child.
And matters seemed likely to take
an unpleasant turn, when one Of the
youngsters cried: NANNY, there's
q paper in Che vasel' And from the
glittering heap Of china drew
crumplcd piece of parchment, rolled
and pressed fat, and secured with
tape. It had been wedged into d
hollow in the bottom Of the long,
necked vase, and was fastened there
by some adhesive substance, for
piece of china chung to it as it was
lifted up.
Penelope's heart beat wildly. She
caught the parchment, unfolded it,
read a few lines, and FASTENED to ST.
mons bedside.
| Il guess l am crazy" she said; @but
| tits my auht's will if I'm not.n
And there, upon the yellow sheet,
Simon read THESE words.
"Mylast will and testament, which
will be discovered by Penelope Bax.
ter if she obeys me; for as Simon Star.
bucks wife, the time will surely
come when she must part with it or
break it. BY that time both may
know the heed Of money"
Money! Simon turned the page
gleefully, and then read of certain
astonishing sums-hot hid under
the old pear tree, but wisely put out
at interest-to which Penelope Bax.
ter was to be the heir. Sums which
would make them Independent Of
landlords, butchers and grocers for
the future. And he read this to Pen.
eIope, and she wept
Dear, good auntl' she sobbed.-
She always promised 70 leave me
something handsome, but how could
| guess it was the vaseq'
And SO Mrs. Buttefsby's hidden
treasure was found, and Penelope re.
ceived her reward at last; and Simon,
who was not bad at heart, now that
he was no longer wretchcd, foreswore
strong waters. And when last heard
Of there were no moro Furnishing or
happy people than Simon starbuck
and his family And he has written
and published his poems between
gilt covers, and believes that the
world will appreciate him at last.
"When inviting guests to dinner
the number should be limited in ac.,t
cordahce with the quantity of dinner
that can be served. Thirteen at ia
bic is unluck when there is dinner
enough for only ten.
When the ice man finds the lump
too heavy he chips off the odd weight
and lets it melt in the street 1t has
never been discovered how he man.
ages when Che lump is too light.
Don Quixote evidently knew the
tricks of travellers in towns where
the Sunday liquor Iawswere in force
He said: "Wheu one door is shut, an.
other is opened"
The good man says, aAll thingsare
for the best and mentally adds, eF