Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-11-27

own terms would have seemed like turn
ing her own mother out of doors; besides
one month more does not signify.
But she found it hard to make both ends
meet, and often went to bed hungry so
that her mother and Mrs. Clement might
enjoy enough, without there appearing
to be ''just pattern" At Chris tmas,
however, came a ray of sunshine to
Della in the shape of hundred dollar
oil from an unknown friend.
cit surely cannot be meant for mel"
she cried.
cts directed to Della Rogsrson, and
there's nobody else of that name, now
that your aunt Della is Dead" said her
mother.
eve are not sure she is Dead" Della
objected.
Horrors! You do not know whether
your own aunt is dead or alive?" asked
Mrs. Clement, in a shocked tone.
cit isn't our fault. She is rich and
lives abroad. Twas named for her. I
used to look In the glass and try to be-
ieve would inherit her beauty with her
name, though she was only our great
uncle's wife,"
"She ought to be doing something
for you"
GLOW can she, if she is dead? don't
blame her, anyway. Her money is her
own to use according to her pleasure.
Uncle John made it himself and gave it
to her."
"But if she should come back to you,
having run through with it, you'd di-
vide your last crust with her, I'll be
bound"
81 suppose should" replied Della.
The winter wore away as winters will,
and themiracles of spring began in fields
and wayside; and Delia's boarders re
turned with the June roses, and dropped
away again with the falling leaves, and
still Mrs. Clement stayed on and on.
Just now she had been some weeks in
arrears with her reduced board. No
money had been forthcoming for some
time, and she was growing more feeble
daily, needed tie luxuries of an invalid
and the attention of nurse, both of
which Della bestowed upon her, without
taking thought of the morrow.
81 must hear from my man-of- bust
ness tomorrow, Della; I'm knee-deep
in debt to you, y. she began one night.
"Don't mention it" cried Della. "I'd
rather never see cent of it than have
you take it to heart. You are welcome
to stay and share potluck with us; you
are such company for mother and me-"
''Thank you, my dear. I've grown as
fond of you as if you were my own flesh
and blood There, turn down the light,
please. Draw the curtain dear, and put
another stick on the fire, please. It
grows chilly, doesn't it. You might kiss
me just once, if you wouldn't mind. It's
hundred years or SO since anyone
kissed me-"
And next morning when Della carried
up Mrs. Clements breakfast, her board
er lay cold and still upon the pillows.
The first shock over, Della wrote to
the lawyer of whom she had heard Mrs.
Clement speak so having charge of her
affairs, begging him to notify that lady's
relatives, if she had any. In reply Mr..
Willis wrote: ''The late Mrs. Clement
| appears to haven near relatives. Some
distant consins, who have an abundance
of this worlds goods, yet served her
| shabbily when she tested their generos-
ity as she has tried yours, are all that
remain of her family. In the meantime
I enclose you copy of her last will and
testament, to peruse at your leisure"
"What interest does he think take
in Mrs. Clements WILL" thought Della;
but she read, nevertheless:
Being of sound mind, this 10th day of
June, 49,, I, Della Rogerson Clement,
do hereby leave one hundred dollars to
each of my cousins; and bequeath the
residue of my property, viz, thirty
thousand dollars invested in the Ingot
Mining company, fifty thousand dollars
in United States bonds, twenty thousand
in the Fortune Flannel mills, and my
Jewels, to the beloved neice of my first
husband, John Rogerson, Della Roger
son, of Croftsborough, Maine.
''For was stranger and ye took me
in; hungry, and ye fed me, sick and ye
| ministered unto me-"
Goodness alive!" cried the neighbors,
| when the facts reached their ears,
"What profitable thing it is to take
boarders! Everybody in town will be
trying it. Of course Steve Langdon
will come and marry her, if she were
forty old maids. You may stick pin in
there!"
Della did not open her house to
boarders the next season. She found
enough to do in looking after her money
and spending it.; in replying to letters
from INDECENT people, who seemed to in
crease alarmingly; in receiving old
friends, who suddenly found time to re-
member her existence. And sure
enough, among the rest appeared Steve
Langdon, and all the village said, 81 told
you So.
cts not my fault that you and I are
single yet, Della" he said.
'sAnd we are too old to think of it
now, Steve"
"Nonsensel It is never too late to
mend. am not rich, Della. but I have
enough for two and to spare"
81 would not be contented not to ride
in my carriage and have servants under
me now" laughed Della.
Indeed! Then perhaps you have
better match in view. Capt. Seymour
asked me, by the way, if had come to
interfere with Squire Jones' interests"
eyes; Squire Jones proposed to me
| last week."
CHOW see here, Della. Have I come
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