The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1882-04-04

book and holding the penciaI ready for
Certainly nss, = sid Mrs. Dean. srvs
no money 20 spare" as,tl
But I.Vss told
20, yes-about the money that was
drawn out of the savings bsnk!" said
MrA Dean. Bot intend to keep that
money for myself, Mrs. Graham.n
+ "He that giveth to the peos lsadesh to
the Lore, softly spoke Mrs. 0rsAam.
Yes, ye-I know!" said Mira Dean.
aBut nobody interpresa the Bibls literally,
nowadays" -
Mira Graham took her departure, C
knowledging within herself that her En-
rand was failure, and Mira Dean, left to
herself 1t last, indulged in nap, With
the kniEting-work In her IAp-a nap
wherein she dreamed that she fffy dollar
bin had taken 70 itself legs and was rua-
ming away from crowd Of pursnerz, her
self among the number.
When she walked up, reused by the
noise Of coal being poured upon the steys,
c2adle was barnihg and Mr. DsAA WIS
laughing at her.
@Why, Betsey," said he, g 1 thought
you never were going to wake again
Here you sat, with the fire dead out, and
I've had to kiDdle it MP again"
"Bless me! " said Mrs Dean, must
have been asleep quite a while But y as
she started up she saw that the old wall
pocket opposite was empty-@ where is
that old number of the G9iakerriue Gor-
ion %
1t was last weeks paper" said Mr.
Dean, calmly. "We had both of us read
it, so just took it to kindle the fire."
You burned it upr'
Yes," said Mr.. Dean "I burned it up
Why shouldn't I?n
For half an hour Mrs. Dean sat silent
and never spoke word. And her first
utterance was:
g Its the Lords Judgment upon me !"
Mrs. Dean was resolute woman, full
of character. She went to her table
drawer, took out sheet of paper and
wrote TO DIR. Bridgman, enclosing dol
lar toward lame Dick Bodley's cart and
horse. She sent another dollar to Mrs.
Graham for the poor little O'Haras, and
promised to donate barrel of russets,
a bnshel of potatoes and some of her
the children. And she sent for Helen
Hurst to come and see her.
al can't lend you ten dollars, my DEAR"
said she, '@ because haven't got it. But
I'll tell you what / toM do. III let you
make your home here as long as you
please. There's nice spare room, and
its an eight of mile nearer than Mrs.
Swipes' TO the district school"
40, how very, very good you are I"
said Helen, her eyes swimming with
grateful tears.
"Good I" cried Mrs Dean. "Pm just
beginning to see what selfish, greedy
creature I've been all my life But you're
welcome, my dear, and your board shall
not cost you cent"
She opened her parlor, shook out the
curtains and built FIRE in the air-tight
wood-stove.
"Dean likes the parlor," said she, be-
cause it has such nice South windows,
and | don't see why we shouldn't eujoy
it."
She baked q fresh batch Of ginger
bread, and sent loaf to old Mrs. Nudge;
she took out basket of hickory-nuts for
poor little Harry Jones, who was trying
to crack dried UP Pig-nuts on the stone
by the roadside; she renewed her sub
scription to the church charities.
81 can't be veyy LIBERAL" she said;
" bat am determined to do what cam
THAT'S right, my dear-that's right"
said her husband. "We shall be prospe-
rous, never fear. I'm awfully sorry about
burning up your 6fty-dollar bill; but, if
it's going to open your heart like this, it's
the best thing that could have happened
to u.s."
Mrs. Dean was sweeping out the kitchen.
She looked around with q smile as she
moved the wide-leaved table which always
stood under the wall-pocket, and took
down the pocket itself, 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. HI am afraid I sOos
getting to be little miserly, and-Why,
what's this y
Mr.. Dean stopped and picked up slip
of crumpled dark-green paper, which had
fallen out from the wall pocket as his wife
turned it upside down and tapped her
finger against it to remove all possible
dust.
"It's the fifty dollar bill !" said he,
with mouth and eyes opening in unison.
alt must have slipped down from the
folds of the newspaper and lodged here"
I" The Lord has sent it back to u.s."
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
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 simple, unlettered old farmer
Saturday Nigh<
An estimable but far from eloquent
preacher is sent to deliver q series of
Tsaufou 1sacoE1raoa in q rwral oh urrh