Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1882-09-21

time, and being young and sympathetic,
came out of it quite crushed and miser-
able. At the tenth visit a little pile OF
the dirtiest bills and crOokedest coin pro-
durable lay at his elbow, and the widow
thus held forth:
There's your money. Now you've
extortioned it out of me, take it. ItwaS
give me by a good lady to put the glass
in my windys and save me from rheu-
MATES agin the winter; but no, I've got
to suffer now. 1 hope you'll think of
that when you're warm as toast in your
feather beds and blankets-yahp
"Indeed it's not I. couldn't ask ii
of You,n said LudoYicO, almost in tears.
"Look herer' said the widow ssSee
my panes. Two windys. Twelve panes
in each. Three whole in the lot. This
them boys broke, and this cracked IN
/ knownst, and this my elbow went
through and when the stove-pipe fell
it went through these four; and this is
them boys again and l put bit OF
stick that give under it, is the way it was
them went. The cat was on the sill
under it at the time. An. well the
Corynern have me this winter"
Ludovico went away with swelling
heart.
''Ah % he said to himself. eff /
were rich as my dear old friend intended
I should be, L not Cypress the poor
ssThere, sir,'' he said, handing the
money to Mr.. Tibbetts, 50 the wretched
old soul has paid it, and now she can't
have her window-panes put in. She'll
! die of cold. How cruel Mr.. Van Note is. :"
go, Widow Wickett's panes. We all
know about them,' said Mr.. Tibbetts.
! EE hoy. r oil IN lad
they're always out. -
sighed LudoVico.
Then an heroic thought possessed him.
He would take the money he had saved
for coat and go to the glazier and buy
nine panes of glass and some putty and
himself mend the Widow Wickett' s
windows. And when Office hours were
over away he sped, carried out his good
intention, and appeared at the Widow
Wickett's door with his hands full of
glass and smiles of beneYOlence on his
face, and announced his intention.
The widow was Mortified. The broken
windows brought her half her income in
charitable gifts from plying strangers,
but she was obliged to submit, and pre-
tend to be grateful. She sat in her
rocking-chair, ruefully looking on, while
Ludovico extracted the old hats and
pans, and ripped off the parchment, and
threw the whole outside the window
into the door yard where the gooseberry
bush grew. Happily he worked, and
soon the windows were all restored to
their original condition.
''The Lord s blessin' on you,'' whined
the widow, meaning something else.
so, dom mention it, said Ludovico,
politely. "You musn' t wash them until
tomorrow, or they'll fan out. Good
by"
Mrs. Wicket never washed anything,
but she began to mediate on doing it
instantly; and Ludovico marched away.
He would have no coat, but his con-
science would not trouble him.
go, if [ were rich, how good would
be to the poor % he said.
At this instant something hit his heel
sharply. A blessed breeze had impelled
one half of the parchment he had taken
from the widows window after him.
He stopped and picked it up. The first
thing that struck him was his own name.
He looked at it closely. It was part OF
a will-in his favor. Back flew the boy
the widow was just examining the other
part under her tea-kettle, but he snatched
1t from her without word, and rushed
away. Mr.. Tibbetts saw him coming,
and his prophetic soul saw a great reve
latiOn in the boys pale face.
I" What have you got there?" he
shouted.
Ludovico answered:
g The Widow Wickett's window
panes''
A few days after the widow was il
court, explaining how she came by such
, window panes.
And so the boy came to his own, ant
5 really is the rich man he dreamed O
being as he daubed the putty against the
frames of Mrs. Wickett's window anC
7 that cid lady is well provided for by the
gratitude of the young heir, who ha.
1 bought her house for her, furnished it
5 and settled on her an income beyond
T her wants 4; but she keeps an empty
l snuf-bOx in her pocket, and amiabl(
strangers are often heard to mention
= that they gave few pennies just nov
: to poor old soul, who never could say,
3 enough for her one Iuxury-a pinch O
, snuff.-M Y. Ledger.
, Sweet Sixteen.