The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1881-11-17

totally destitcte.'
And whose fault is that 2 SAID
Mrs. Dean
will you not contribute something
toward relieving their destitute cons
dition 3 urged Mrs. Graham, open
ing the book and holding the pencil
ready for use.
Certainly not, said Mrs. Dem
I've no money to spare.
But ] was told
50, yes-about the money that was
drawn out Of the savings bank J said
Mrs. Dean Blu. | intend to keep
that money for myself, Mrs. Ora,
ham
lie that giveth to tho poor lendeth
to the Lord softly spoke Mrs, Ora,
ham.
yea, yes--I knowv said Mrs.
Dean. But nobody iaterprets the
Bible literally, nowadays.
Mrs. Graham took her departure,
acknowledging within herself that
her errand was q failure, aud Mrs.
Dean, left to herself at last, indul ged
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 the crowd of pursuers, herself
among the number.
When she walked up, no used by
the noise of coal being poured on the
stove, candle was burning and Mr..
Dean was laughing at her.
why, Betsy,' said he, Il thought
you never were going to wake again
Here you sat with the fire dead, and
I've had to kiudle it up again
'BIess me said Mrs. Dean, Il
must have been asleep quite awhile.
Buf-as she started up she saw
that the old wall-pocket opposite
was empty-'where is that old nuns
Der of the Clinkerville Clariong'
1T was last weeks paper, said Mr..
Dean, calmly. we had both of US
read it, so | just took it to kindle the
fire.
'You burned it upF
Yes, said Mr.. Dean, Il burned
it up. Why shouldn't IL
For half au hour Mrs Dean sat
silent and never spoke word. And
her first utteranoe was:
ITS the Lords judgment upon
me
Mrs. Dean was a resolute woman,
full Of character. She went to her
table drawer, took out a sheet of
writing paper and wrote to DR..
Bridgman, inclosing a dollar toward
lame Dick Bodley's cart and horse.
She sent another dollar to Mrs. Ora
ham for the poor little O'lIaras, and
promised to donate a barrel Of rus
sets, bushel of potatoes and some
OF her husbands cast~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 | haven't
got it. But III tell you what will
do. I'll let you make your home
here as long as you please. There's
nice spare room, and it's an eighth
of mile nearer than Mrs. Suipes' to
the district school.
'Oh, how very, very good you
are, said Helen, her eyes swimming
with grateful tears.
Good! cried Mrs. Dean. I'm
just beginning o see what selfish,
greedy creature I've been all my
life. But you're welcome, my dear,
and your board shall not cost you a
cent.
She opened her parlor, shook out
the curtains aud built fire in the
air tight wood stove.
Dean likes the parlor, said she,
because it has such nice south win
1ows, 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 o
hickorynuts for poor little Harry
Jones, who was trying to cracI
dried up pignuts on the stone by tn
s roadside; she renewed her subscrip
8 ton to the church charities.
i can't be very liberal, she said
p 'but | am determined to do what
can
That's right, my dear-tbat'
RIGHT = said her husband. we shall
t be rosperous, mover fear. I'm aw
fully sorry about burning up you
fifty dollar bill but, i it's going t.
open your heart like this, it's the
best thing that could have happened
TO us.'
Mrs Dean was sweeping out the
kitchen. She looked around with {
smile as she moved the wide leaveC
table which always stood under thu
wall pocket, and took down th'
pocket ise!f, rude structure o
spiints, lined with red cambria ant
tied with cords ard tassels OF rec
: worsted, to dust it ont.
/, , Yes, che said, Il am afraid | wa
, getting TO be little misery, and
Why, what's this
! Mr.. Dean stopped and picked u
slip of crumpIed dark green PaPeI
which had fallen out from the wall
pocket as bis wife turned it upsid