The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1880-06-11
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COUSIN SILENCE.

'Ketch hold, Tom. There, I declare if
you amt spilled about q quart. knew
you'd get it too full.
I didn't spill more'n ten drops, Cousin
Silence. How you worry over the loss Of a
little grease.
IT'S one of NY principles to save, as you
might learned long ago
4 believe in prudence; but what's few
drops of lard more or less TO you with this
f,rm, and nobody knows how much in baI K,
You skim and screw as if there was dan
ger IF your getting on the town..
Well well; you are the frankest young
man | ever saw and Silence Withers set
her arms aSimbo, and gazed at her young
cousin Tom Lowrey, as if he was euriosi ,
ty escaped from circus.
yes, was always noted for my frank
ness said Tom, coolly, 'aud l never hest
tate to speak my mind when duty urges
However, don't want to hurt your feel
ings.'
No danger; I'm no spring chicken. and
my feelings have grown tough. Bat the
idea of your duty urging you to speak your
mind to me, Perhaps you don't recoliect
the whippins l used to give your
Il haven't forgotten laughed Tom. You
used to make me do my duty in hose days.
But | wish | could convince you that it
would only be an act of charity for you to
SCI little help to Mrs. Baldwin You
wouldn't feel the spending of fifty dollats
out o your fifty thousand
'Mas'a sakes it seems as if other folks
know more about my business than do my
self Fifty thousand! Law Who told you
| was worth so mu-h?'
Oh, it's common town talk replied
Tom
well, it won't do you "ny good to talk
You'll never see the color Of my money af-
ter I'm dead and gone. I've made my will
aud since plain speakin' pleases you, pll
make free to say you amt mentioned
in it,
Il calculate to take care of myself said
Tom, fitting his char against the wall
Leave your money where you choose;
don't want it,
The day may come when you may wan
it, Tom Lowrey, and then you'll be sorry
for sayiu' them words III remember EN-
and so will you when your pride has it
fall. There's plenty of things | can leave
my money to; it won't g. begging. Their,
ail't & day but | don't get nagged about i
by some one. Deacon Bonny thinks it hi
bo1nden duty to advise me to leave it Il
found an orphans home; old b.r. Grail
wants it left to Wolfboro Academy; Squiy
Darby has his mind on it for a free library
and the minister thinks ought to remem
Der what debts on the church To hea
'em talk you'd lhiuk had one foot in tn
grave. don't give none of them any sal
t isfaction, and then they say I'm pecula
! Perhaps am.
b Tom laugh ed. He was spending a coupl
oi hours at the farm, which had been h
e only home until he began to search for hin
= self to use his own gaunt cousins EXPIRE
: sion. He never let more than day or tvs
). pass without looking in on the lone spinst
T. to see il be could be of any help, and to-ds
d he was making himself useful in lifting ia
+ ami boilers of hot grease on and off Il
stove; for Miss Silence was frying out lar
a. Toms law practice as yet was not very e
! acting much to his regret, and he had mo
n time on his hands than pleased him.
Is 'But now do promise you'll send Nj
= Baldwin something for Christmas, Cous
n, Silence urged Tom
, never promise what don't mean to p,
of form, was the Characteristic answer he
d, ceived in answer to his begging. Mart
T Baldwin and amt been on speskin ter
~ ~ these five years, and I'd be maxim mys
~ pretty small to send her Christmas pIesel
u I'd soon be or the town if / began to h,
N, all the poor people know. 1t pears to
of you take a mighty deep interest in tn
no Baldwin's Tom. Melissy Bonney let ou
N hint that you are sparkin that Prissy c
M ro.'
ROY Il wish Melissy Bonney would mind
81 own business
'Oh, you needn't get riled. dare say
true. Twould be like you to court