Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-04-20
fifty-dollar bill had taken to itself legs and
was running away from crowd of pursuers,
herself among the number

ffty-dollar bill had taken to itself legs and
was running away from a crowd OF pursuers,
herself among the number.
When she walked up, reused by the noise OF
coal being poured upon the stove, candle
was burning and Mr.. Dean was laughing at
her.
"Why, Betsey," said he, 81 thought you
never were going to wake again. Here you
sat, with the fire dead out, and I've had to
kindle it up again.
sBless me - said Mrs. Dean. Unjust have
been asleep quitea while. But''-as she start
ed up she saw that the old wall pocket oppo.
site was empty-'where is that old number OF
the 'Clinkerville Clarion ."
''It was last weeks paper" said Mr.. Dean,
calmly. eve had both of US read it, so l
just took it to kindle the fire."
"You burned it up ~
"Yes, 1 burned it up. Why shouldn't I %
For half an hour Mrs Dean sat silent. Her
first utterance was, -
''It's the Lords judgment upon me %
Mrs. Dean was Il reSOlute woman, full OF
character. She went to her table drawer,
took out sheet of paper and wrote to DR..
Bridgman, inclosing dollar toward lame Dick
Bodley's cart. She sent another dolarto Mrs.
Graham for the O'Haras, and promised to do
nate barrel Of russets, 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.
81 can't lend you ten dollars, my dear, :"
said she, ''because haven't got it.. But I'll
let you make your home here as long as you
wish. There's a nice spare room, and It's an
eighth of mile nearer than Mrs. Swipes' to
the district school,
':Oh, how very good you are ~ said Helen
her eyes swimming with grateful tears.
''Good ~ cried Mrs. Dean. "I'm just be-
ginning to see what a selfish, greedy creature
I've been all my life. But you're welcome,
my dear, and your board sha'n't cost you
cent"
She opened her parlor, shook out the cur
tains, and built a fire in the air-tight stove.
"Dean likes the parlor," said she, "because
it has such nice south windows, and don't
see why we shouldn't enjoy it,
She baked a fresh batch of gingerbread and
sent loaf to old Mrs. Nudge; she took out
basket of hickory nuts for little Harry Jones,
who was trying to crack dried-up pignuts on
a stone by the roadside. She renewed her
subscription to the church charities
II can't be very liberal,'' she said, "but l
am determined to do what cam"
''That's right, my dear-that's right 70 said
her husband owe shall be prosperous, new
er fear Pm awfully sorry about burning
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 a smile as she took
down the wall pocket, a rude structure OF
splints lined with red cambria and tied with
cords and tassels of red worsted, to dust it
out.
eyes" she said, ''I am afraid I was get
ting little miserly, and-why, what's this 20
''Mr. Dean stopped and picked up slip OF
crumpled green paper, which had fallen out of
the wall-pocket as his wife turned it upside
down and tapped her finger against it to re-
move all possible dust.
'sIt's the fifty dollar bill! !" said he, with
mouth and eyes opening in unison. ut must
have slipped down from the folds of the news
paper and lodged here"
1.-THE Lord has sent it back to u.s." said
Mrs. Dean, reverently; land he has sent
lesson, wise and merciful, with it,"
'Well," said Mr.. Dean, after moment OF
two of silence, "there's lesson in almost
everything He does, if we did but know it,"
And all the theologians in the world could
not have improved upon the faith of this sim
pie, unlettered old farmer.