Connecticut western news., 1880-06-16

away behind the barn of MT. Gage's farm; but this time the farmer having died in Sandy's absence, the bargain was made with the Widow Gage, Q comedy wo- man of forty, who gave Sandy some good advice on the subject of his fortune, which he received in silence. Away he went, and for three years Lynn saw him no more but when another year was on its way the wonder-stricken inhabitants saw Sandy again at his bench. But Sandy was an altered man. He had grown fat, his eyes were red and watery, his nose the shape of an onion; he had symptoms of the gout, and as he worked he made his plaint to any who would listen to him:
 "Ah! you may laugh-none of you have tried it; spending ten thoosand dollars in three years is hard work for any man. And made a m istake. be- gun wi whisky. When I took to port wine I got on faster. It's a fine wine, the port wine, ou, aye, but you can hae too much of it. It's put me almost past the work"
 However, five years of oatmeal DOT ridge, bacon and weak tea, with hard work, reduced Sandy to his former con- dition of skin and bone. His health was good, his eye clear, and he was more contented than ever, until one day through the streets of Lycn walked once more the tall, grave, serious gentleman from the firm of Dunn x Derry.
 This time Lynn was actually excited, and as the lawyer entered the door Sandy turned upon him face longer and more solemn than he had ever shown before, and cried out:
 "Mr. Dunn again! Weel, out with it, mon Bad news, I suppose?'
 "Yes, sir" replied the lawyer. "You. Aunt Jean is dead. She departed this life very suddenly. It was shock to all the family"
 "Aye; I thought Aunt Jean would live to be hundred" said Sandy.
 "So did she; but she had made her will notwithstanding, and as you were her favorite nephew she has left every farthing to you. Sir, congratulate you."
 "Don't do that, mon," said Sandy. "You mean weel, but it's adding insult to injury. Let me know the worst. She must hae been ap unco rich woman-my Aunt Jean"
 "You are now possessed of more than fifty thousand dollars, replied the law yer. "Indeed, coolly as you take it, I should like to stand in your shoes, MT. McPherson.
 "Ah, weel," replied Sandy, "you may call it cool, but feel pretty warm. How is man ever to spend feefty thoosand dollars ?"
 The lawyer departed, laughing. In an hour Sandy stood in Mrs. Gage's door yard.
 "I'm in trouble again, Mrs. Gage, ," said he. "My Aunt Jean is dead. Oh, no; 'tisn't that; we must all dee some day, but she's left me her money, and I've feefty thoosand dollars to spend"
 "I wish I had," said the farmers widow, whose hair was slowly growing gray under the weight of thousand dollar mortgage. "It's flying in the face of Providence to talk that way of fine fortune"
 "But how is 8 mon to spend it?'' con- tinued Sandy. "I couldn'tg get through the ten thoosand wi'out makin' beast of myself, and feefty thoosand atmy age will be the end of me. Whats 8 single mon like me to do wi it all?"
 "Oh there are plenty of ways, MT. McPherson," said the farmers widow. "You could be benevolent.
 "I'n never give good money to beg gars; let them work for their bread, D said Sandy. "Ah! you dinna know, Mrs. Gage. A mon can eat but five meals the day if he does his best, and to be aye drinking is all that is left"
 "Dear, dear what pity it is you haven't good, sensible wife to show you how to use your money" said Mrs. Gage. "You'd find no trouble then"
 "But, you see, I'm bachelor" said Sandy.
 "You needn't remain one," replied Mrs. Gage.
 "And who would I marry ?' asked Sandy.
 "It's not for me to say" replied Mrs. Gage. "Some sensible, middle-aged woman, MT. McPherson."
 "I wonder would you have me p asked Sandy. "You're very sensible woman, Mrs. Gage, and it strikes me ] couldn't do better; but doot you'd drink your share"
 Mrs. Gage held her peace, and Lynn was surprised by wedding the next week. The mortgage was paid off; the boys were sent to college; the farm prospered. Mrs. McPherson and Sandy appeared each Sunday at church in black silk and broadcloth, and Sandy stil made shoes in the little house now wheeled permanently to the kitchen door, up to the last account received O. him. As for his money, he seems tt forget that he has any, though he always declares that married man is aye nor, comfortable than bachelor, and adds "I didn't know it until the wife tolt me-" which is regarded as one of M, McPherson's jokes, though it is strictly true.
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