Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1882-06-22

good Lord only knows!''
sI reckon you'll find that the house-cleanin'
came pretty expensive" said Mr.. Martin,
dryly.
All search proved unavailing. Nothing
could he discovered of Grandmas money. No
scrap of paper to afford a clew. no hidden
hoard, not even word of allusiop to it, in the
old lady's neatly kept memorandum book
And to Matildas exquisite modification, Mr..
Rufus Burton, after a decent period of time
had elapsed, delicately gave her to understand
that he didn't feel able to marry at present,
and that, sooner than bind her by the tram
mels of long engagement, he considered it
better to release her from her troth ~
s'Just as you please" said Matte Martin,
with true New England spirit. And all the
tears she shed were wept in secret, to the
great disappointment of the neighborhood
who were looking out with some interest to
see eff Matilda Martin would pine any, now
that Rufe Burton had mittened her?'
But she didn't. Instead Of that, she mar
Iied r Alyah yah, Dean, who had always loved her
II amt college-learned like Rufe Burton, :"
said he; "but love you, Matty, and I'll be q
good and true husband to you, see if l
ain't.'
And the newly-wedded couple came to live
with the Martins at the old homestead, for
Hosea was getting old and rheumatic, and
Mrs. Martin could not bear the idea of parting
from her only daughter.
Time crept by. Hosea Martin and his wife
grew to be white-haired old people, and Alvah
Dean had prospered on the farm, and built
new barn up OH the hill, when one day he
said to his cherry checked wife:
Didn't there use to be an old we'll up
somewhere near the big butternut tree, Matty,
at the south side of the barn 20
s'Of course'' nodded Matty. "But the curb
rotted away and mother thought it unsafe,
so after the new well by the house was dug,
they filled it up.'
''I've notion to open it again." said
Alvah. ''The water would be dreadful handy,
now that we keep all the cattle there"
ssBut," said Matty, II seem to recollect
that it ran dry after the new one was dug"
II guess we can strike water if we 60 deep
enough,'' said Alvah "Anyhow, | mean to
try"
The old we'll was reopened-although Alvah
Dean remarked, with a gr0an, that all the old
trash in creation seemed to have been p0ked
away there.
BOTTLES" said he "And broken-nosed
pitchers And tin cans, half rusted away,
and cobble stones, and goodness knows what
ALL Enough to set up a junk-shop with
s'Ah,'' said Matty with Il smile, ''mother
filled it up the same spring that she sold grand
mothers money to the rag peddler that never
came around again. At a cent and half
pound.''
''No use crying after split milk, my girl"
said Alvah, bravely.
ssBut I'm not crying" said Matilda, 'I'm
laughing. Don't you see?'
Just then in came little Bess, the youngest,
golden-haired darling Of the flock.
s'Oh, mamma,' she cried, ''look at the
lovely old cracked stone jug that came out of
the old WELL Mayn't me and Fanny have it to
fix liQuorice-water and strawberry wine in
Look! The cork is sticking tight in it yet."
s'But it's cracked down the side, DEAR"
demonstrated Mrs. Dean.
'But we cain putty it, mamma, like Mrs.
butchers best china bowl. Please, mamma,
may we 20 urged the mite.
Mrs Dean took it up and looked curiously
at it,-an old, high-shouldered jug OF drab,
with a sprawling pattern of blue dashed down
the side
81 remember it well, said she. ''It used to
stand behind Grandma Martins butteiy Shelf
I used to fancy the pattern was like blue
crab. And We"
"Oh, mamma!' cried Bess, with Shrek;
''oh, mammal
For the handle had slipped through Mrs.
Dcdu dllu VliC ACAi "ioh " SA'''AA
to the ground.
But the stoneware was strong, and it sepa-
rated in two pieces, follwing the line of the
crack.
s'It's stuffed full of funny bits of brown
paper" cried Bess
Mrs Dean gave little scream, and grew
very pale -.
siGrandmother's money'' she cried. ''As
true as you live and breathe, MOTHER" to Mrs
Martin, who had come limping in on her
crutch, 'it's grandmother's money, put there
ten good years ago!'
It was true. The stone jug, lying almost
at the top of the other debris, had kept its
treasury dry any safe; and here, ten years
after the old lady was dead and entombed,
her secret hoard, always inteded for Matil-
da-had come to light.
A thousand dollars. Not a great sum,
perhaps, but wealth to these primitive people.
And Rufus Burton, who had married pretty
shrew and just failed in the grocery business,
groaned over "what might have been" and
Alvah Dean kissed his wife, and blessed God
in his heart; and Farmer Martin chuck!ed
at his ancient helpmeet, and remarked, with
something of his old wagishness:
''That house cleaning of yours like to have
cost We a thousand dollars, Hetty 70
While Matilda said softly:
s.Heaven bless the dear old grandmother !''-
Shirley Bro,vne.
THE QUEEN OF HoME.--Said DR.. Talmage
in recent sermon "When you think OF
queen you do not think of CatiIarineof Russia,
or Maria Therese, of Germany, orMary Queen
of SCOTS. When you think Of queen you
think of plain woman who sat opposite your
father at the table, or walked with him down
+ bo of n the
thanksgivings' banquet, sometimes to the
grave, but always side by side, soothing your
little sorrows and adjusting your little quar-
rels, listening to your evening prayer, tOlllng
with the needle or at the spinning wheel, and
on cold nights tucking you up snug and warm.
And then on that dark day when she lay a-dy-
ing. putting those thin hands that had toiled
for you so long, putting them together in ady-
ing prayer commenting you to that God in
whom she taught you to trust. .! she was
the queen-she was the queen. You cannot
think of her now without having the deepest
emotions of your soul stirred, and feel us if
you could cry as though you were now sitting
in infancy on her lap, and if you could call her
back to speak your name with the tenderness
with which she once spoke, you would be will
ling now to throw yourself Oh the sod that
covers her grave, crying, ''MOther, mother ~
All she was the queen. Your father knew
it. She was the queen, but the queen in dis
guise. The world did not recognize it,
SPEAK A CHEERFUL WoRD.-Did you nev-
er go out in the morning with heart so de-
pressed and saddened that a pail seemed
spread over all the world ? But on meeting
some friend who spoke cheerily fora minnie
or two, if only upon Indifferent matters, you
have felt yourself wonderfully lightened Even
a child dropping into your house on an errand,
has BROUGHT in 4 raY of sunshine which did