New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-01-04
MRS. DEANS BANK.

mhSs OAdN0 DANA
Mr.. Dean sat alone in her little kitch.
en-. She never used her parlor. There
was the extravaganza of an extra fire
to be considered fact that the best
carpet must not be worn out too reck-
lessly, the dread possibility of sunshine
fading out these chair covers. Mrs.
Dean was an economist. She believed
IN making everything last as long as it
possibly could. And so she made the
kitchen her headquarters. and sat there
knitting. with her feet comfortably bal
anced on the hearth, the kettle bubbling
softly away at the back.
She was little, wrinkled-faced wo-
man of fifty, with stiff ribbon bows to
her cap. hair that seemed dried up in
stead of silvered. and keen blue eyes
that twinkled as if they had discovered
the secret of perpetual motion. To
save money was her chief end and aim
in life. The very mittens she was knit
ting were to be sold ut the village store
in exchange for sugar, tea, spices, and
all such necessary groceries. "A pen
ny saved is as good as a penny earned"
was the golden rule by Which she
shaped her life.
'I'm glad took that money out of
the savings bank yesterday said Mrs.
Dean to herself, as the bri ght needles
clicked merrily away. .:People say it
isn't quite safe, and one can't be TOO
careful. But then, again, there's the
danger of burglars-though to be sure
no BURGLAR she added, with compla-
cent. inward chuckle, '.would ever
think Of looking in the folds of the old
newspaper in the wall-pocket on the
WALL It's the drawers, and the trunks,
and the locked-up chests that they aim
for. 4 hundred dollar note! clean
crisp, new hundred dollar note! And
all savings, too, out Of the house.
money"
Just then there sounded knock at
the door, and in came DR.. Bridgman,
rubicund with the touch of the March
wind.
"Good day, good day." said he. mo,
thank you; can't sit down. I'm
deal too busy for that. But heard yes
terday that you took your money out Of
the savings bank?''
EYES," said Mrs. Dean, her face in
voluntarily hardening. Il did,
1--WE are getting up subscription to
get little lame Dick Bodley cart and
donkey" said the doctor. .'It's pretty
hard for anyone afflicted as he is to get
along, and if you can help us a
little"
..But can't, ''intcrposed Mrs. Dean,
breath1essly. 1.-THE money was an in
vestment. I don't propose to cut it up
into little bits.'' .
cts a deed of charity, Mrs. Dean,"
said the good old man, to help lame
Dick Bodley.'' @9
Il dare say said Mrs. Dean. a little
irritably. but never pretended to
be charitable character"
The old doctor went away. and the
next visitor was Helen Hurst, rosy
girl of eighteen.
Excuse me for interrupting you,
Mrs. Dcan," said she, ::but Larry
johnson was at the bank yesterday,
and he tells me that you drew out your
|, money!' -.
WAS all creation thereof thought
Mrs. Dean.
But she said nothing, only knit away
until her needles seemed to glance and
glitter like points of fire.
Il am trying to get a lodging at.Mrs.
Smiths added Helen, coloring, $50
as to be near the school where am to
teach, but Mrs. Smith requires payment
in advance, and unfortunately we have
used up all our slender means in pro-
viding my outfit. A teacher, you
know, must be dressed decently to COM
mand the respect of her pupils. But
if you would kindly lend me twenty
dollars
Il never lend" said Mrs, Dean,
CURLY.
Il will b. sure to pay it when re-
ceive my first months salary" pleaded
Helen. .And I don't know of anyone
else to go to- ~,
'It's altogether against my princi-
ples,'' said Mrs. Dean, with her face
as hard as if it had been carved out of
wood.
Helen Hurst crept out, feeling ht,mil-
lated and disappointed beyond all ex-
preston.
. Mrs. Dean chuckled at her shrewd-
ness; but she hardly had time to take
her seat again before Mrs. Graham en-
tered, with little leather-covered
! memorandum book and pencil.
Il am looking for charitable people,
Mrs. Dean" said, Mrs. Graham with
| laugh. ~
''Then you've come 10 tile wrong
place, said Mrs. Dean, frigidlv.
''Poor Patrick O'Hara was killed yes
! terlay, in the machinery of the MILL"
said Mrs. Graham. ignoring her neigh
boris response. He has left a wife
and eight children. totally destitute .
..And whose fault is that?'' said Mrs.
Dean.
Twill you not contribute something
toward relieving their destitute condi-
tion?'' urged Mrs. Graham, opening
the book and holding the pencil ready
for use.
Certainly not said Mrs. Dean.
! 1--WE no moneyio spare
..But was told
..Oh, yes about the money that was
drawn out of the savings- bankr' said
Mrs. Dean. but intend to keep that
money for myself, Mrs. Graham"
He that giveti to the poor. lendeth
to the Lord, = softly spoke Mrs. Ora
1 ham. ss . s
..Yes. yes-I know!'' said Mrs. Dean.
e..But nobody interprets the Bible liter
ally. nowadays. = :.
Is Mrs. Graham took her departure,
acknowledging within herself Chat her
GRAND VISA failure and Mrs. Dean,
left to herself at last indulge in q nap,
with the knitting -work in her lap--a
napswherein she dreamed that the. hln-
dred dollar note had taken to itself legs