The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-03-09

no dockyment dar!'
"A paper-a parchment" explained
Mr.. Tibbetts.
"Sartinly. I is aware what docy-
ment am, sah," replied William, with
proper dignity; but there wasn't none,
sab"
Vain search was made on the road,
in the hollow-everywhere. The will
was gone. Sore as he himself was from
his fall, Mr.. Tibbetts had himself driven
back to the Parkman mansion. He ar
rived there before the sun set, but old
Mr.. Parkman was already dead; and all
rewards that were offered failed to bring
the will to light. The Widow Wicket
never read the newspapers.
The law had its course The nephew
came into the property. The two old
servants, who had been well provided
for by their master, lost their situa-
tions. Ludovico was left without a
penny; but he had n good education,
and Mr.. Tibbetts offered him place in
his law Office, on salary that saved
him from starving-a better salary than
he would have given any other boy.
Somehow he felt himself responsible sor
quite gave up hope about the Will. But
six months passed; year ;-two-and
nothing was heard of it.
Now Mr.. Tibbetts had charge of the
Van Note property, and, as every one
knew, the Widow Wickett's house was
upon it. She owned the building, but
not the land, and paid modicum Of
ground rent. Mr.. Van Note being
very "close," it became every year some
ones painful duty to extract that small
sum from the Widow Wicket. 1t was
worse than it would have been to ex-
tract her few remaining teeth.
Ludovico was set at the work this
time, and, being young and sympathet-
ic. came out of it crushed and misera-
BILE. At the tenth visit little pile of
procurable lay at his elbow.
There's your money. Now you've
extortioned it out of me, take it. 1t was
give me by n good lady to put the glass
in my windys and save me from rheu-
MATES agin the winter; but no, I've got
to suffer now. Ihope you'll think of it
when you're as warm as toast in your
feather beds and blankets-yah
Indeed, it's not l. couldn't ask it
of you," said Ludovico, almost in tears.
"Look here!" said the widow. See
my panes Two windys. Twelve panes
in each. Three whole in the lot. This
them boys broke, and this cracked I'M
beknownst, and this my elbow went
through; and the stovepipe fell, it
went through these four; and this is
them boys again; and / put bit of
stick that give under it, is the way it
was them went. The cat was on the
sill under it at the time. All, we'll |!
the coryner'll have me this winter"
Ludovico went away with swelling
heart.
"Ah!" he said to himself. "If / was
as rich as my dear old friend intended L
should be, I'd not Cypress the poor.
There, sir, he said, handing the
money to Mr.. Tibbetts, "the wretched
soul has paid it and now she can't have
her window panes put in. She'll die
of cold. How cruel Mr.. Van Note is.
ooh, Widow Wickett's panes. We
all know about them" said Mr.. lib
belts. They're her stock in trade.
Why, lad, they're always ont"
always! all these bitter winters ?"
sighed Ludovico.
Then an heroic thought possessed
him. He would take the money he had
saved for coat and go to the glazier
and buy nine panes of glass and some
putty and himself mend the Widow
Wickett's windows. And when Office
hours were over away he sped, carried
out his good intention and appeared at
the Widow Wickett's door with his
hands full of glass and smiles of benev-
olence on his face, and announced his
intention
The widow was Mortified. The broken
windows brought her half her income
in charitable gifts from pitying stran-
gers, but she was obliged TO submit and
pretend to be grateful. She sat in her
/ rocking chair, ruefully looking on,
while Ludovico extracted the old hats
and pants, and ripped off the parch-
ment, and threw the whole outside the
window into the door-yard where the
gooseberry bush grew. Happily he
worked, and soon the windows were all
restored to their original condition.
"The Lords blessin' on you," whined
the widow, meaning something else.
"Oh, don't mention it," sal Ludo-
vico, politely. you mustn't wash them
until tomorrow, or they'll fall out.
Goodby."
Mrs. Wicket never washed any
thing, but she began to mediate on do
ing it instantly; and Ludovico marched
away.
He would have no coat, out his con-
science would not trouble him.
ooh, if were rich, how good 1 would
be to the poo-," he said.
At this instant something hit his heel
sharply. A blessed breeze had i'm
PEELED one-half Of the parchment he
had taken from the widows window
after him. He stopped and picked it
up. The first thing that struck him
was his own name. He looked Mt it
closely. 1t was part of will in his
favor. Back flew the boy. The widow
was examining the other part under her
teakettle, but he snatched it from her
without word and rushed away. Mr..
Tibbetts saw him coming, and his pro-
Dhetic sOul saw n great revelation i'm the