The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1881-09-15

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M. Jeboon I'll, ms1npAoeSeally
speaking. like . vet blanket q II
bosom u his hmily. They III tsum'
bled q be came in. Charley dRUppot
the 80 Robinson Crusoe - that ~ -
reading, and deity substituted a
arithmetic in itB place. Julia seWed
harder than ever It her patchwork.
Mrs. ,JObson made haste 70 Aing IN.
other log upon the fire, and the old
grandmother In the corner drew aknii
ders with Q little shuddef.
Dear me! said Mn J0bson, "deal
me! It's just - said. There's an
other cold wave coming from the north
west, and coal h two shillings . ton
higher. Goodness knows what's "a
become Of us ALL"
Presently he looked around inquir.
5Ehe How? What's that smell.
Chickens? Actually chickens roast.
ing! Where's the cold pork that was
LEFT from yesterdays dinner?"
~ thought" said Mrs. J0bson, apol-
that - we had 30 many
young chickens coming on"
Every one Of those chickens" sid
Mr.. yobson, speaking slowly and
of the syllab1es on his fln-
gers, will be - good - . crown plece
when the holidays come on. Poultry
IL going up-up-up, - steadily - Q
rocket, and here you are roasting il
for an everyday dinner. I never saw
such an extravagent manager - you
are, Jane. Hereafter / shall count the
fowls, and IL one Il taken away I shall
take means to know the reason why.
And those In this house who are too
dainty to eat cold pork may live on
bread and cheese"
Mrs. JObeOn murmured something
about "trying to do Whist was right
and . gloomy silence fell
over the whole group.
There's the wing Of the old kitch.
en-" said he. "I've put Naomi Brush
out Of 1t this morning."
Mrs Jobson looked up In surprise.
Put Naomi Brush out 2" she re-
piled; and what IL the poor soul 90
Ing to do?"
SThat's her look Out" said Mr.. Job
son ; "she has preyed long enough on
me and mine. I've got an Offef Of q
crown Q month from Tom DigRs fol-
the old room. And / may a. we'll say
now that 1 don't at all approve Of the
way you women have been going on
about old Naomi. never could teach
you the necessity for being econOmi-
cal. How am to pay Jones the two
pounds that I owe him II this
Is the way we are going on ? How
But here the old grandmother spoke
out in . mild tone.
mot by being economical ct the
expense Of other people, Calvin" said
she gently. "God has said, Give,
and Il shall be given unto you.' He
has not said, Scrape and pinch. and
grind the faces of the poor. and you
will get rich.' Naomi Brush il solitary
and friendless, and when you turned
her from the sole shelter she has, you
did cruel and ungenerOus thing"
And, taking up her knitting, the
good old woman went quietly out Of
the room.
The children all stared.
Mrs. JObsOn looked up apprehen-
siveIy ut her husband, and Mr.. Jobeon
turned all manner of cOlOrs.
"That settles the matter" said Mr..
JObsOn, hOarsely to himself, as he
walked out Of the house with bis hands
in his pockets. 1t isn't every SON.
in-law who would have borne the bur
den of q helpless old woman as cheer.
fully as I have done. But when Mrs.
Price undertakes to dictate she ~
sunles little too much. I'll tell Jane
this afternoon that she must find some
other home for her mother. IsuppOse
she'll cry and make u great cry over 1t,
but I can't help that. Grandm other
must 60. I don't at all doubt that III
she who has been putting Jane up to
ali this senseless extravaganza In the
matter of charity"
In his intent self-absOrptiOn he al
most stumbled over q pOrtly little man
m a fur-trimmed OvercOat, who had
,een coming in his direction with q
-csOlute step.
ooh, it's you, is it, Squire JOnes?"
aid he, ObsequiOusly.
Yes, it's me-" said the Squire, re-
covering his equilibrium with some
~ was just coming to see
you, JObsOn-abOut that little note of
IOurs. l think / told you last week
hat wanted the money. And I wish
,ou to understand that / must have II,
" l shall find myself compelled to
oreclose ON the mortgage"
Mr.. JObsOn grew pale.
Isn't this rather sudden ?o said
he, family.
The Squire shrugged his shoulders.
What would you have ?" said he.
The money is overdue, and there IL
considerable amount of interest still
unpaid. To tell you the truth, Jobson,
don't like this way Of doing busi-
less. and want my money one week
rom to-day"
Mr. JObson tore his hair.
1.-Two hundred pounds" he cried.
And I'm q week. Why, who ever
eard of anything SO cruel ?"
"Cruel /" echoed the Squire. Is
cruel of q business man to want his
wn back again? You should have
bought Of that before you borrowed
l."
Aud the Squire walked on.
Nicholson kept his weary way. rack
ny his brains to conjure up some es-
ape out of the dilemma Two hun.
red pounds! And In Q week! How
1as the thing to be done?
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BY the side of miserable old shanty
y the road there was assembled . lit
le knot of women. They whispered
4 ~ kl,v> h<
He stopped mechanically.
Whats the mAtter? said he.
It's old Naomi Brush 2" said they.
She's dead"
/" Dead, Is she ?" said Mr.. Jobson.
nrtly. "She ought 10 have died half
dozen years ago."
When he came home In the clear
inter twilight he had fully resolved
, cut down all unnecessary expenses.
must 20.
7" II there's no other place for her."
2 reasoned, "there are plenty OF
Homes for Aged and INDECENT Wo-
len,' where I dare say we could get
er in. Her influence over Jane isn't
ood. Ehe teaches her to give to every
amp and beggar that comes along.
must got" i
But as he came In Mrs. JobsOn met
i'm ut the door.
"Oh, Calvin" she cried, breath
ssly, what do you think has hap
ened? Old Naomi Brush, poor soul,
dead. She died suddenly Of that
cart difficulty which has been hang
* over her so long"
" Hump!" said Mr.. Jobson. And