The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-02-02

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considered the fact that the best rsg cal
psi. woven by her ssillful hands, must nc
he worn on, too fpc1lessly, the dread pos
sibiliiy Of sunshine fading out these chai
coyers Mrs. Dean was an economist
She believed in making everything last q
long as i, possibly could. And 30 sh
made the kitchen her headquarters, AM
sat there knitting, with her feet eomforta
bly balanced on the stone hearth. Tia
sauce. pan OF apples bubbling softly on 'h
back, and the sound Of her husbands Ak
ringing from the back shed as he cut ant
split the kindling wood, piled up there II
well.seasoned logs
She was little. wrinkled faced woman
OF fifty, with stiff ribbon bows TO her cap
hair that seemed dried up instead OF sill
yered, and keen blue eyes that tsinkled Al
il they had discovered the secret Of per
petual motion. To save money Was bel
chief end and aim Ia liie. The very nit
tens she was knitting were TO be sold 81
the village store in exchange for tea,
sugar. spices and all such necessary gro
ceries. A penny saved is rs good as penny
earned, was the golden rule by which she
shaped her life.
I'm glad | took that money ont OF the
savings bank yesterday, said Mrs. Dean to
herself, as the bright needles clicked mer'
rily away. People say it isn't quite safe.
And one cant 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 looking in the foldspft the old
CiakerrMe Clarion newspaper in the wall
pocket on the wall. It's the bureau draw
ers, and the trunks, and the locked-up
chests that they aim for, A fifty dollar
bill A clean, crisp, new fifty'dollar bill!
and all saviDgs too, out OF the house
money,
Just then there sounded knock at the
door. and in came old DIR. Bridgman,
with the touch of March wind,
and muilled up in the furs of the wild ami
mails which from time to time he himself
had shot.
Good day, Mrs Dean, good day said he.
No, thank you; / can't sit down. I'm deal
too busy for that But heard yesterday
that you took fifty dollars out Of the bank
Yes, said Mrs. Dean her face voluntarily
hardening, | did,
We are taking up subscription to get
little lame Dick Bodley a cart and donkey,
30 that he can go around peddling tinware,
said the doctor. It's pretty hard for one
afflicted as lie is to get along, and if you
can help us little
But | cant interposed Mrs. Dean,
The money was an invest.
nent Idon't propose to cut it up into
little bits.
It's deed Of charity, Mrs, said the good
Did man, to help lame Dick Bodley.
| dare say, said Mrs. Dean, a little irrit.
lbly. But / never pretended to he char
table character,
The old doctor went away and the next
visitor was Helen Hurst, rosy girl OF
,ighteen.
Excuse me for interrupting you, Mrs
Dean, said she, but Larry Johnson was at
he bank yesterday and he tells me that
ron drew out your money.
Was all creation there? thought Mrs
Dean.
But she said nothing, only knit away
Until her needles seemed to glance and
,ltter like points of fire
am trying to get boarding place at
Mrs. Swipes, added Helen, coloring, so
IS to be near the district school where
IN to teach this spring. But Mrs. Swipes
eauires payment in advance by the month
nd unfortunately we have used up all our
lender means in providing my outfit. A
eacher, you know, must be dressed de-
emily to command the respect OF her pu
,lls. But if you would kindly len me
en- dollars
never lend, said Mrs. Dean. curtly.
will be sure and pay it when ! receive
nv first quarters salary. pleaded Helen.
md don't know of any one else to go to.
It's altogether against my principles.
aid Mrs. Dean, with her face as hard as
( i, had been carved out of hickory.
Helen Hurst crept out, feeling humila.
ed and disappointed beyond all express
ion. &
Mrs Dean chuckled at her own shrewd
ess; but she hardly had time to stir up
he apples in the saucepan before Mrs,
iraham entered with little leather. GOV.
red memorandum book and pencil.
/ am looking for charitable people,
irs. Dean, said the Squire's wife with
iugh
Then you've, come to the wrong place
aid Mrs. Dean, frigidly.
Poor Patrick O'Hara was killed |
esterday in the machinery OF the rolling
aill, said Mrs Graham, ignoring her
eighbor's response. He has left wife
nd eight children totally destitute.
And whose fault was itG said Mrs.
Jean.
Will yon not contribute something TO-
Iards relieving their destitute condition.
rged Mrs Graham, opening the book and
olding the pencil ready for use.
Certainly not. said Mrs. Dean. I've no
% money 10 spare.
Bot WAS told
o, yes-about the money that was
rawu out OF the savings bank! said Mrs
lean. But intend to keep that money
or myself, Mrs. Graham.