Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1880-01-23
Mr.. Peter Dilks was a stage less ooro.

MIR. Peter Dilks was stage less cero-
monious still.
"Did his cousin Watkins think he
was made of money! Did he think it
was his business to supply every old
pauperP In that case Mr.. Watkins
would find himself considerably mis-
taken, and so no more from his 10 COM
mand. p. DmKs."
The fifth epistle from Mrs. Million
aire was excessively civil and as hard
as granite.
She begged to call Mr.. Watkins at
tention TO the fact that she, Mrs. Mill
ionaire, was but his second cousin
after all, and she really wondered at
his audacity in expecting her to patch
up his ruined fortunes.
She inclosed a card to an employ
ment office, and hoped to be troubled
no more with such useless applications.
Mr.. Watkins silently folded this let
ter and placed it with the others before
he opened the one directed in Moses
Haywood's clerkly calligraphy.
To his surprise, when he broke the
seal, out fell post-oflice order for ESQ.
"My dear cousin Watkins" wrote
the schoolmaster. 81 grieve deeply to
hear of your financial distress, and
hereby inolose all have on hand. 1t
is not much-but l beg of you to ac-
cept it in the same spirit in which it is
given"
Old Walter Watkins brushed his
wrinkled hand across his shaggy brows.
"The poorest, most obscure of them
ALL" said he. "The one of whom
expected least. Well, well, wonders
will never cease"
And taking up his pen he wrote back
brieAy-"CoUsIN HAYWOOD: | thank
you. w. WATKINS"
Father, are you sure you're well
enough to 90 back into schoolP"
Alice had drawn up her wheeled chair
close to the lounge on which old Moses
had dragged himself into a sitting post
ure.
d" Yes, child, yes," he said, drawing
his hand vaguely across his forehead;
Il must be well enough! The chill
dren's parents are getting impatient. l
shall lose my scholars if don't 60 back
INTO harness to-day"
I" Father, father" cried poor Alice,
piteously, " if we had but that money
you saved up so long and painfully
that money you gave to old Mr.. Wat
kins-it would have brought you
health, strength, repose now."
q" My daughter" said the old man,
mildly, " all that is past considering
now. And remember, he that giveth
to the poor lendeth to the Lord"
He was in the school that morning
trying to accustom his whirling head
to the clamorous voices of the little
ones when there came loud rap at the
door and a well-dressed, bluf-looking
stranger walked in and looked uncere-
moniously around him.
"Is this Moses Haywood, the school
masterP" asked he, with outstretched
! hand.
"That is my name, sir" said the old
man.
81 congratulate you," cried the bluff
stranger, nearly wringing poor Moses
hand off.
"Sirr' said the schoolmaster.
YOU'RE rich manp' roared the
stranger.
"I-I think 1 must be dreaming"
said Moses, putting his hand to his head
"Not bit of it," said the stranger
"not bit of it. It's your wife's cousin,
Walter Watkins, of -"
EYES," said Moses Haywood. "l
remember him now-I lent him fifty
pounds; l suppose he has sent you tc
return itP'
Fifty pounds" echoed the stranger
"It's fifty thousand! He is dead-and
has willed you all his money. Pretty
good interest on fifty pounds for year
ehP But my client was always eccen
tric. There's string of names dowr
in his will for ten shillings each, be
cause, as he states, they wouldn't lenC
him as much as that when he asked fo
it-a lot of cousins. you know-and it,
all left to you as the only one who re
sponded genially to his call. say, sir, ;
with another overpowering shake of thu
hand, 81 congratulate you, with all my
hearth
And the autumn-tide of Moses Hay
woods life is passed in the sunshine o
wealth and prosperity, and Alice ha
her lighthouses, her aviary and he
books.
Father" she says, softly, with he,
cheek against his wrinkled hand, "yo,
were right, after all, and 1 was wrong
Kindness is sure to find its reward"