The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-12-17


Then you have come to the wrong
p'<'ce = said Mrs. Dean, frigidly.
Poor Patrick O'Harry was killed
tosf'ay in the machinery of the rolling
nllll " said Mrs. Graham. ignoring
hef neighhor's response.
He has left wife and eight chill
dreA destitute
And whose fault is that said Mrs.
| Dam.
will you not contribute some
thlhg toward relieving their condi-
lien p'urged Mrs. Graham, holding
the pencil ready for use."
Il Certainly not !" I have no money
lcssare.'
zvNs.5at was told -''
70, yes-about the money that was
drawed out of the savings bank I"
said Mrs. Dean. "But l intend to
keep that money for myself"
"He that giveth to the poor lendelh
to the LoNi," softly whispered Mrs.
Graham.
Eyes yes-I know |" said Mrs.
Dean. "but no one interpreted the
bible literally nowadays"
Mrs. Graham took her departure.
acknowledging within herself that
her errand was failure, and Mrs.
Dean, left to herself at last, INDUCED
in a nap. with the knitting work in
her lap-a nap wherein she dreamed
that the fifty dollars had taken to
itself legs and was running away
from the crowd of pursuers. herself
among the number.
When she waken up, reused by the
noise of the coal being poured on the
stove. a candle was burning and Mr..
Dean was laughing at her.
"Why, Betsy" said he, II thought
you were never going to wake again |!
Here you SAT, with fire dead out, and
I've had to kindle it up again"
"Bless mel" said Mrs. Dean. "I
must have been asleep quite awhile.
But"-as she started up she saw that
the old wall pocket opposite was
empty-"where is that old number
of the Clinkerville Clarion ?"
ut was last weeks paper" said
Mr.. Dean, calmly. "We had both
of us read it. SO 1 just took it to kindle
the fire."
"You burned it up?n
Eyes" said Mr.. Dean. ST burned
it up. Wny shouldn't L ?"
For half an hour Mrs. Dean sat si-
lent and meyer spoke work. And
her first utterance was
"It's the Lords judgment upon
mel"
Mrs. Dean was resOlute woman,
full Ofcharacter. She went to her table
drawer, took out sheet of writing
paper and wrote to DIR. Brigdman, in
closing dollar toward lame Dick
Bodiey's cart and horse. She sent
another dollar to Mrs. Graham for
p"or little O'Harras, and promised to
donate barrel of russets, a bushel of
potatoes and some of her husbands
cast-of clothes to cut over for the
children. And she sent for Helen
Hurst to come and see her.
I'd can't lend you ten dollars my
dear,"- said she "because 1 haven't
got it. But I'll tell you what 1 will
do. I'll let you make your home
here as long as you please. There's
nice spare room. and its an eighth
of mile nearer than Mrs. Swipes' to
the district school,"
"Oh how very good you are !"
said Helen, her eyes swimming with
grateful tears.
"Goodp cried Mrs. Dean. "I'm
just beginning to see what self,
greedy creature I've been all my life.
But you are welcome. my dear. and
your board shall not cost you cent"
She open her parlor. shook out the
curtains. and built fire in the air
tight wood stove.
"Dean likes the parlor," said she,
because it has such nice south win
dows, and / don't see why we
shouldn't enjoy it,"
She baked fresh batch of ginger
bread and sent loaf to old Mrs.
Nudge ; she took out basket of hick-
orynuts for poor little Harry Jones
who was trying to crack dried-up pig
nuts on the stone by the roadside
she renewed her subscription to the
church charities.
Il can't, be very liberal" she said
"but am determined to do what l
can."
''That's right my dear that's
right !" said her husband. "We shall
be prosperous never fear. Pm aw-
fully sorry about burning up your
fifty dollar bill (; but if it's going to
open your heart like this, it's the best
thing that could have happened to
u.s."
Mrs. Dean was sweeping out her
hn I'D