The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1881-11-17
THE FIFTY-D0LLAR BILL.
Saturday Night,

/ CAhtu itiG ~ 10 tbo tNO
that the best rag carpet, woven by
her own skilfuI hands, must not be
worn gu, too ,ecklessIy, the dread
possibility of sunshine fading out
these chair covers Mrs Dean was
an economist. She believed in max
ing everything last 40 long as it pos
sibly could And 30 she made the
kitchen her headquarters, and sat
there knitting, with her feet comfor
tably balanced on the stone hearth,
the saucepan of apples bubbling
softly away ot the back, and the
sound of her husbands AK ringing
from the back shed as he cut aud
split the kindIing wosd piled up there
in we'll seasoned logs
She was little, wrinkle faced wo
man of fifty, with stiff ribbon bows
to her cap, hair that seemed dried
up instead of silvered, aud keen blue
eyes that twinkled as if they had
discovered the secret of perpetual
motion. To save money was her
chief end and aim in life. The very
mittens she was knitting were to be
sold at the village store in exchange
for tea, sugar, spices and ali such
necessary groceries. "A penny saved
is as good as a penny earned was
the golden rule by which she shaped
her life.
Il am glad took that money out
of the savings bank yesterday said
Mrs, Dean to herself, as the bright
needles clicked merrily away. Peo-
Pile say it isn't quite safe. And one
can't be too careful. But then,
again, there's the danger of burglars
though, to be sure, no burglar,
she added with complacent, inward
chuckle, would ever think Of look
ing in the folds of the old Cinker,
vile Clarion newspaper in the wall
pocket on the wall It's the bureau
drawers and the trunks, and the
lockedup chests that they aim for.
A fifty dollar bill clean, crisp,
new fifty dollar bill! And all saw
ings, too, out of the house money
Just then there sounded a knock
at the door. and in came old Dr.
Bridgman, rubicund with the touch
of the March winds, and muffled up
in the furs of the wild animals which
from time to time he himself had
shot.
Good day, Mrs. Dean, good day!
said he, N thank you; | cant
sit down. I'm deal too busy for
that. But heard yesterday that
you took $50 out of the savings
bank"
yes said Mrs Dean, her face
Involuntary hardening, Il did"
we are taking up subsc'l Upton
to got little lame Dick Bodley a cart
and donkey, so that he can go
around peddIing tinware,' said the
Doctor. Its pretty hard for any
one afflicted as he is to get along,
and if you can help us a little
But | can't iuterposed Mrs.
Dean, breathessIy. The money was
an investment. don't propose to
cut it up into little bits
It's deed of charity, Mrs. Dean
said the good old man, 'to help lame
Dick Bodley'
i dare say paid Mrs, Dean, a
little irritably, but | never pretend
to be charitable character
The old Doctor went away, and
the next visitor was Helen Hurst, a
rosy girl of eighteen.
Excuse me for interrupting you,
Mrs. Dean che said, 'but Larry
Johnson was at the bank yesterday,
and he tells me that you drew out
your money!
Was all creation there thought
Mrs. Dean.
But she said nothing, only kui,
away until her needles seemed t.
glance and glitter like points Of fire
4 am trying to get boarding
! place at Mrs. Swipes,' added Helen
coloring, so as to be near the distric
school, where am to teach thi
spring. But Mrs. Swipes require
payment in advance by the month
and unfortunately we have used u
all our slender means in providln
my outfit. A teacher, you know
must be dressed decently to com
mand the respect of her pupils Bu
if you would kindly lend me ten dol
lara
Il never lend said Mrs. Dean
CURLY.
i will be sure to pay i; up wher
| receive my first quarters salary,
pleaded Helen, 'and 1 don't kno y
any one else to go to-
ITS altogether against my prioci
ples,' said Mrs. Dean, with her fac'
as hard as if'it had been carved on
OF hickory.
Helen crept out, feeling Inundated
and disappointed beyond expression
Mrs. Dean chucklsd q. her OH
shrewdness but she hardly ha'
time to stir up the apples in to
saucepan, before Mrs. Graham en-
tered with little leathern covere
memorandum book and pencil.
Il am looking for charitable pao
pie, Mrs. Dean, said 'Sqnlre's wife
with a laugh.
Then you've come to the wron
place. said Mrs. Dean, frigidly.
Poor Patrick O'Hsra was kille