The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-10-26


his elbow. aud the widow Inns held forth
Tterss your money, No~ you've ertor
toned i, out Of me. take IL II was giyei
me by good lady 70 put the glass IN m,
wlpdys add ssYe me The rheumatism agil
the winter: but no. I've got 10 suffer nov
! hope youll think Of that when your
warm a. ,oAs. In ,oar feather bed ant
blankets yah
Indeed. it's not l. couldn't AJAX IL O
you, said Ludoyica. almost In tears.
Look herel said the widow. See my
windys. Twelve panes in each. Three
whole in the lot This them boys broke
and this cracked unknowns,, and this my
elbow went through and when the stove
pipe fell i, went through these four; and
this is them boysagain; ! pu. bit ofstick
that gave way under il, is the way it was
them went. The cat was on the sill under
IT at the time All. well the coryner'll
have me this winterl
Ludoyico went away with q swelling
hoart.
Ali he said to himself, II were ~ rich
rs my old friend intended should be. I'd
not oppress the poor.
There, sir, he said, handing the money
TO Mr.. Tibbetts, the wretched old creature
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.
oh, Widow Wicket's panes. We all
know them. said Mr. Tibbetts. They're
her stock in trade. Why, lad, they're al
ways cut,
Always oil these bitter winters sighed
Ludivico.
Then 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 Wicketts win.
dows. And when office hours were over
away he sped, carried out his good intent.
ion, aud appeared at the Widow Wickett's
door with his hands full Of glass, aud
smiles Of benevolence on his countenance,
and announced his intention.
The widow was Mortified. The broken
brought her half her income in
gifts from pitying strangers,
but she was obliged to submit, and pre-
tended to be grateful She sat 10 her
rocking-chair, ruefully looking on, while
Ludovico extracted the old hats and pans
md ripped off the parchment, and threw
.he whole outside the window into the
loor yard where the gooseberry bush
grew. Happily he worked, and soon the
windows were all restored to their original
condition.
The Lords blessin' on you, whined the
widow, meaning something else.
Oh, don't mention it, said Ludovico,
politely. You mustn't wash them until to-
morrow, or they'll fall out Good by.
Mrs. Wicket never washed anything,
'ut she began to mediate on doing it IN.
family; and Ludovico marched away. He
,onld have no coal, his conscience would
ot trouble lum.
Oh, if | were rich, how good would be
, the poor! be said.
At this instant something hit his heel
harply. A blessed breeze had impelled
ne-half of the parchment he had taken
ON the widows window after him. He
sooped and picked it up. The irst thing
iat struck him twas his own nal1e. He
'oked at it closely. 1t was part of q will
in his favor. Back flew the boy; the
idow was just examining the other part
nder her tea-kettle, but he snatched it
ON her without word, and rushed
way. Mr.. Tibbetts saw him coming, and II
IS prophetic soul saw great revelation
the boys's pale face. o.
What have you got there? he shouted
Ludovico answered. Il
The Widow Wickett's window panes. W
A few days after the widow was in
urt, explaining how she came by such II
ndow panes. d.
And so the boy came to his own, and is
ally the rich man he dreamed of being nc
no daubed the putty against the frames it
Mrs. Wicketts window; and that old
ly is well provided for by the gratitude nc
the young heir, who has bought her te
use for her, furnished 1T, and settled on
! an income beyond her wants; but she
Fps an empty snuff.box in her pocket, :.
amiable strangers are often neard to
ntion that they gave a few pennies Just 4.
v 10 poor old soul, who never could -
e enough for her one luxury "a pinch "
snuff. -Le,iger.