The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-02-02

" ben sAa uake1 up fU0sed by ib'
noisc Of coal being poured upon the stove
candle vas burning, and Mr.. Desu VA
laughing at her.
Why, Belsey. said be. thought you
we're never going to wake up again. Her,
you-.at. with the fire dead out, aud | hay,
bad to kindle ii mp again.
Bless me said Mrs Dean. ! must have
bs,n asleep quitea while. Bui-as she
started up she saw that the old wall pocket
opposite WAS empty-where is that old
number OF the Cli,,irrriAe Caroai
!, was last weeks paper. said Mr.. Dean,
calmly. We had both Of us read it. 80
just took il TO kindle the fire,
You burned ,slhpS
Yes, said Mr.. Dean; burned il up.
Why shouldn't II
For half al hour Mrs Dean sat silent
and never spoke a word And her first
utterance was:
It's the Lords judgement upon mel
Mrs Dean was sresolute woman, full of
character. She went to he table drawer.
took out q sheet OF paper and wrote 10 DIR.
Bridgman, inclosing a dollar toward lame
Dick Bodley's cart and horse, She sent
another dollar TO Mrs. Graham for the
poor little O'Haras, and promised to do
nate barrel OF russetts, bushel Of pota.
toes, and some OF her husbands s cast off
clothing to cut over for the children. And
she sent for Helen Hurst to come and see
her.
cant lend you ten dollars, my dear,
said she, because haven't got it, But
willltell you what will do. I'll let yout
make your home here as long as yoa like
There's nice spare room. and it's an
eighth OF mile nearer than Mrs. Swipe's
to the district school.
Oh. how very good you arel said Helen.
herieyes swimming with grateful tears.
Good cried Mrs. Dean. I'm Just begin.
ming to to see what selfish creature I've
been all my life. But you're welcome,
my, dear, and your board shall cost you
cent.
She opened her parlor, shook out the
curtains, and built fire in the alright
wood 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 fresh batch of gingerbread,
and sent loaf to old Mrs, Nudge; she
took out basket OF hickory nuts for poor
little Harry Jones, who was trying to
crack driedup pig.nuts on stone by the
roadside; she renewed her subscription to
TO the church charities.
can't be very liberal, she said but
am determined to do what can.
That's right, my desr-thAts right said
her husband We shall be prosperous,
never fear. I'm awfully sorry about burn.
ing up your fifty dollar bill; but If it,
going to open your heart like this, its ,h"
best thing that ever happened TO us,
Mrs, Dean was sweeping out the kitchen,
She looked around with u smile AS she
moved th. vide lcaved table which always
stood under the wall pocket, and took
down the pocket itself, rude structure OF
splints. lined with red cambric and tied
with cords and tassels Of red worsted, to
dust it out.
Yes, she said; am afraid was getting
to be little miserly. and Why, what's
this?
Mr.. Dean stopped and picked up slip
Of crumpled dark green paper, which had
fallen ont from the wAll-pocket as his wife
turned it upside down aud tapped her fin
ger against it to remove all possible dust
It's the fifty dollar bill! said he, which
must have slipped down from the folds OF
the newspaper and lodged here.
The Lord has sent it back to us, said
Mrs. Dean, reverently; and He has sent
lesson, wise and merciful, with it.
Well, said Mr. Dean. after moment or
two OF silence, there's lesson in aomst
everything He does il we did but know
it.
And all the tlieologians in the world
could not have improved upon the faith OF
this simple, unettered old farmer. SD
qtioy Night