The Northern Pacific farmer., 1880-03-25

still the third, in which Mr.. Benjamin
Courtenay regretted the Strengthened
state of his financial affairs, and bluntly
recomm mended some public charitable
institution as the best refuge for his
cousins declining years.
"Humph! humph!" muttered Mr..
Watkins. $50 he would pack me off to
the poor house, would he? Very kind
and considerate of him, very"
Mr.. Peter Dilks was stage less Cere-
monious still.
'"Did mis- cousin Watkins think he was
made of money? Did he think it was
his business to supply every old pauper
In that case he would find himself con-
siderably mistaken, and so no more from
his to command. P. D1LKs."
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. Mil
lionaire, was but his second cousin after
all, and she really wondered at his au-
dacity in expecting her to patch up his
ruined fortunes.
She enclosed q card to an employ
ment Office, and hoped to be troubled
no more with such useless applications.
Mr.. Watkins silently folded this letter
and placed it with the others before he
opened the one directed in Moses Hay
woods clerkly calligraphy. To his sur
prise, when he broke the seal, out fell a
post.office order for ESQ.
my dear cousin Watkins" wrote
the schoolmaster. II grieve deeply to
hear of your financial distress, and
hereby inclose all have on hand. It
is not much-but I beg of you to &C.
cept it in the same spirit in which it is
given."
Old Walter Watkins brushed his
wrinkled hands across his shaggy brows.
''The poorest, most obscure of them
ALL" said he. ''The one of whom I ex.
pected least. Well, well, wonders will
never cease"
And taking up his pen he wrote back
briefly:
"Cousin Haywood, thank you.
w. WATKINS"
"Father, are you sure you are we'll
enough to 80 back into school?"
Alice had drawn up her wheeled chair
close to the lounge on which old Moses
had dragged himself into sitting pos
ture.
eyes, child, yes," he said, drawing
his hand vaguely across his forehead;
Il must be we'll enough. The children's
parents are getting impatient. shall
lose my scholars if I don't 20 back into
harness to-day"
''Father, father" cried poor Alice,
piteously, "if we had but the money
you saved SO long and SO painfully
that money you gave to old Mr.. Wat
kins-it would have brought you health
add strength and repose now."
my daughter" said the old man
mildly, "all that is past considering now.
And remember, He II at giveth to the
poor lendeth to the Lord.'"
He was in the school that morning
trying to accustom his whirling head
to the clamoring voices of the little
ones, when there came q loud rap at
the door, and well~dressed, bluff-look-
ing stranger walked in and looked un-
tremendously around the room.
lis this Moses Haywood, the school
master" asked he, with outstretched
hand.
'That is my name sir" said the old
man.
II congratulate you," said the bluff
stranger nearly wringing poor Moses
hand off.
"Sir" said the schoolmaster.
'You are rich man." roared the
stranger.
I'll think I must be dreaming,"
said Mos es, putting his hand on his
head.
mot bit of it," said the stranger;
''not bit of it. It's your wife's cousin,
Walter Watkins Off,
eyes," said Moses Haywood, II re-
member him now-I lent him fifty
pounds. l suppose he has sent you to
return it?'
"Fifty pounds!" echoed the stranger;
"it is fifty thousand! He is dead-and
has willed you all his money. Pretty
good interest on fifty pounds for year,
eh? But my client was always eccen-
trio. There is a string of names down
in mis- will for ten shillings each, because
as he states, they would not lend him
as much az that when he asked for it
a lot of cousins you know-and it is
all left to you as the only one who re-
sponded to his call. I say, sir" with an
other shake of the hand, II congratulate
you with all my heart"
And the autumn-tide of Moses Hay
woods life is passed in the sunshine
of wealth and posterity, and Alice has
her hot-houses, her aviary and her
books.
"Father" she says, softly, with her
cheek against his wrinkled hand, "you
were right, after all. Kindness is sure