The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-11-01

Graham
!, Mrs Graham took her departure
acknowledging within herself that her
errand was a failure, and Mrs. Dean,
left to herself at last, INDUCED i'm a
nap, with the knitting work in hel
lap-a nap wherein she dreamed that
the $50 bill had taken to itself legs
and was running away from a crowd
Of pursuers, herself among the mum
+ Der.
When she awoke. reused by the
noise of c,al being poured upon the
stove, a candle Was burning and Mr..
Dean was laughing at her.
1 Why, Betsy said he. 1 thought
you never were going to wake again.
Here you sat with the fire dead out,
and I've had to kindle it up again
BLESS me-" said Mrs. Dean, 81
must have been asleep quite a while.
But"--as she started up she saw that
the old wall pocket opposite was empty
where is that old number of the
! Clinkerville Clarion >"
at was last weeks paper" said Mr..
Dean, calmly. 1--WE had both real
it. SO just took it to kindle the fire. -
you burned it up.
YES" said Mr.. Dean. "Why
shouldn't | >"
For half an hour Mrs. Dean 81.
! silent and never spoke Il word. And
!. her first utterance was:
ats the Lords judgment upon
me-"
Mrs Dean was resolute woman,
full Of character. She went to her
. table drawer, took ont sheet of
paper and wrote to DIR. Bridgman
inclosing 81 towards lams Dick Boil
!evs horse and cart. She sent another
dollar to Mrs. Graham for the little
OHaras. and promised to donate a
barrel of rus>ets, "a bushel OF potatoes
and some Of her husbands cast-Ofi
clothes To cut over for the children.
And she sent Tor Helen Hurst to come
and see her.
Il can't lend you $40, my dear"
sad she, "because | haven't got it.
Bat Ill tell you what | will do. Ill
let Won make your home here as long
Is YOU please There's a nice spare
room, and is an eighth of a mile
nearer than Mrs. Swipes' to the dis
trict school.
''Oh, how good YOU are" said He.en.
her eyes swimming with grateful
tears.
Good" cried Mrs. Dean. "Tm
lnst beginning to see what a selfish,
greedy, creature I've been all my
life"
She opened her parlor, shook cut
her curtains and built a fire in the air
tight wood-stOve.
Dean likes the parlor," she said,
because it has such nice south
window and don't see why we
shouldn't enjoy it "
She baked fresh batch of ginger
bread, and sent a loaf to old Mrs.
Nudge; she renewed her subscription
10 the church charity"
81 can't be very liberal" she said.
but | am determined to do what |
can"
That's right. my dear-that's
right! said her husband. eve shall
he prosperous, never fear. I'm awfully
sorry about burning UP your $50 bill.
but if it's going to open your heart
like this, its the best thing that could
have happened to U.S.
Mrs. Dean was sweeping out the
kitchen. She looked around with
smile rs she moved the wide leaved
table which always stood under the
wall pocket and took down the pocket
itselt. rude structure of splints. lined
with red cambrick, to dust it out.
Yes" she said; "Tm afraid was
getting to be little misery. and
why, what's this"
Mr.. Dean stopped and picked up
slip Of crumbled dark green paper,
which had fallen out from the wall
pocket as his wife turned it upside
down.
ats the $50 BILL" said he, with
mouth and eyes opening in unison.
at must have slipped down from the
folds of the newspaper"
The Lord has sent it back TO u.s."
said Mrs. Dean, reverently land He
has sent lesson wise and merciful
with it.
why" said Mr.. Dean, after
a moment or two of silence, there's
lesson in almost everything He does,
if we did but know it.
Out Of Work.
and sick with nv kidneys for years. wrote
Mr.. Alexander Ferris of Cbenapgo Forks