Connecticut western news., 1882-05-10
MISS MERRIWEATHER.

MISS MERRlWEATHEK.
 s'Sixty dollars-and I've earned it, mercy knows l"
 And Miss Merriweather glanced down at the little heap of money, lying upon the whitely secured table, in 8 retro spective manner.
 ''Just to think of the patches of tur- } keys I've rose-pampered them up as if they were babies, too. Yes, do say I've earned it well.''
 'sAnd you ought to put it in the bank, and it will accumulate interest"
 Miss Prue's sister, Mrs. Potter, 8 little, wilted-looking woman, with 8 small nub of dusty, faxen hair pinned tightly at the back of her head, who was manufacturing preserves in big brass kettle, swung over the blaze in the fireplace, had one single idea of solid comfort-money at interest.
 Blanks ain't always safe," remarked Miss Prue. half to herself stand I don't see the use of money either if you keep it always in bank, so as you can't get it if you want to. I reckon I'll have some good out of this, anyhow. Pm going to give a-"
 "A partyi" screamed Meg Potter, a bouncing, black-eyed girl in red jacket, who was watering thrifty crocus that dwelt in an ancient coffee boiler in the kitchen window. "Oh, yes, do, Aunt Pruei and Til help you to make the cakes, and we'll invite those charm. ing Thompsons that have just come from the city, and d-"
 ssNo we won't" said Miss Prue, de. cisively. s'It ain't a-going to be nc such affair and tell you, once for all, it's only going to be party for pool foIks-those that don't have turkeys ol plum pudding. I'm going to gearct round ia all the highways and bywayt for the poorest and most miserable, ane and make them all come and I m going to give them one good feed of frosted pound-cake and lemon pies, and boned turkey, and currant jelly, and othe delicacies.
 "Nonsense!'' grumbled Meg, thump ing her watering-pot down with em phasis, 1that won't be nice."
 ssGoodness graciousp' groaned Mrs Potter, ssyou always was queer, Pru Merriweather; but this beats all. They most likely get i'll, and blame you fo it, and call you names, and your none will all De wasted. when you might say itup./If you're afraid of bank, len it sdt-"
 "Tm going to-" interrupted Mis- Prue. sWhosoever giveth to tn poor lendeth to the Lord.' I'm goin to lend this much to the Lord, anyway
 "But you won't get no interest, mourned her sister, stirring up he preserves with much dejection.
 sI ain't afraid of getting cheated anyhow" said Miss Prue, dryly.
 And as there was no hope whatever persuading her to change her mind, h sister and neice were constrained make the best of it and help along vii the preparations.
 s'It looks as if you were cooking yo1 wedding dinner, Prue Merriweather filtered Miss Jemima Jonquil, appea ing in the doorway with a purple cali apron pinned over her head, and glan ing critically at the row of pies up' the cupboard, beside which stood a gre cake studded with raisins and citro ':I come to fetch your pattern back, al smelling nutmegs and things here, come this way"
 Miss Jonqul was fat and fair, al had softly -insinuating manner a light gray eyes.
 ssDear me-" she continued, gliding and pumping herself into chair by { fire. "If it aint this very day ten yes ago that you was cooking things i, like you are now, because you thoue Jim Griggs would be back next d, We all told you not to put faith in promising-that it WAS quite likely wouldn't come, he was always so ca less but you was so headstrong } would prepare for him, and have pa to welcome him anyhow. supp you thought it might be your weddi day if he took notion to suggest for I suppose he hadn't spoke alread
 'You needn't bother yourself ab whether he had or not, said Miss Pr flushing. stHe didn't come, so I h you are satisfied"
 .sOh, now, Prue," said Miss Jemi repro achfully, lyon know I was awf1 sorry when he dida't come, you loo