The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-09-24

ing her neighbours response. 8 he has
left wife and eight children, totally
destitute.
{" And whose faults that?'' said Mrs.
Dean.
"Will YOU not contribute something
toward relieving their destitute condl-
tion?" urged Mrs. Graham, opening
the book and holding the pencil ready
for use.
Certainly not said Mrs. Dean.
Z" I've no money to spare.
"But l was told"
30, yes-about the money that was
drawn out of the savingsbank3' said
Mrs. Dean. g But intend to keep that
money for myself. Mrs. Graham.
9" He that giveth to the poor lendeth
to the Lord" softly spoke Mrs. Ora
ham.
Eyes, yes-I know" said Mrs. Dean.
!" But nobody interprets the Bible lit,
orally, nowadays
Mrs Graham took her departure, ac-
knowledging within herself that her
GRAND was failure, and Mrs. Dean,
left to herself at last, INDUCED in nap,
with the knitting-work in her lap-a
nap wherein she dreamed that the fifty
dollar bill had taken to itself legs and
was running away from crowd of pur
suers, herself among the number.
When she walked up, reused by the
noise of coal being poured upon the
stove, candle was burning and Mr..
Dean was lau0hinp at her.
:. Why, Betsey," said he, 6 / thought
Won 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, "
must have been asleep quite while.
But as she started up she saw that
the old wall-pocket opposite was empty
-"where is that old number of the
CimberUilie CJarjonn'
at was last weeks paper" said MIR.
Dean, calmly. =" We had both of us
read it, SO just took it to kindle the
fire."
" You burned it up?"
eyes" said Mr.. Dean; Il burned it
up. Why shouldn't IP'
Fer half an hour Mrs. Dean sat silent
and never spoke word. And her first
utterance was:
: Its the Lords judgment upon
mer' ,i
Mrs. Dean was aresolute woman, full
of character. She went to her table
drawer, took out sheet of paper and
wrote to DR.. Bridgman. inclosing a dol
lar toward lame Dick Bodley's cart and
horse. She sent another dollar to Mrs.
Graham for the poor little O'Haras,
and promised to donate a barrel of rus
sets, bushel of potatoes and some of
her husbands icast-off clothes to cut
over for the children. And she sent
for Helen Hurst to come and see her.
Il can't lend you ten dollars, my
DEAR" said she, ''because l haven't got
it. But I'll tell you what | a05U do.
I'll let you make your home here as
long as you please. There's a nice
spare room, and it's an eighth of a mile
nearer than Mrs. SwipeS' to the district
school,"
20, how very, very good you are!"
said Helen, her eyes swimming with
grateful tears.
"Goodr' cried Mrs. Dean. I'm
just beginning to see what a selfish.
greedy creature I've been all my life.
But you're welcome, my dear, and your
board shall not cost you cent"
She opened her parlor, shook out the
curtains and built fire in the alright
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 a loaf to old Mrs.
Nudge; she took out basket of hick-
orynuts for poor little Harry Jones, who
was trying to crack dried up pignuts on
the stone by the roadside; she renewed
her subscription to the church chart
ties.
Il can't be Uery LIBERAL she said;
but i am determined to do what
can"
That's right, my dear that's
right!' said her husband I'VE shall
be prosperous, never fear. I'm awfully
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 the
kitchen. She looked around with a
smile as she moved the wide-leaved
table which always stood under the
wall-pocket, and took down the pocket
itself, a rude structure of splints, lined
with red cambria and tied with cords
and tassels Of red worsted, to dust it
out.
Yes she said. Il am afraid | cGs
getting to be a little misery, and
Why, what's this?"
Mr.. Dean stopped and picked up a
slip of crumpled dark green paper,
which had fallen out from the wall.
pocket as his wife turned it upside
down and tapped her finger against it
to remove all possible dust.
Its the iifty-dollar billr' said he,
with mouth and eyes opening in unison.
1t must have slipped down from the
folds of the newspaper and lodged
here -
THE Lord has sent it back to u.s.
said Mrs. Dean, reverently; land He
has sent a lesson, wise and merciful.
with it,.
We'll said Mr. Dean, after a mo.
ment or two of silence, "there's a les.
son in almost everything He does, il
we did but know it,"
And all the theologians in the world