Connecticut western news., 1883-07-18
VOL. XIII.

tleman on business"
 In came Brother Philo from the back yard, with an auger in his hand. s'Eh?" said Brother Philo, a wrinkled, hard-featured man in blue overall, and boots that looked as if they might have been carved out of lignune VitCe. "Business It ain't sewin' machine, I s'pose? or new patent reaper, nor any O these labor-savin' humbugs? Be- cause"
 "Its about your cousin Rolf, " said Mir. Carey-s'Paul Welland's son. He's come back from Australia. He requested me to come over here, as happened to be passing this way, and see what his relations would do about giving him a home"
 At these words, Mrs. Philo Welland emerged from the currant-b bushes, where she was picking the sparkling, ruby-col- ored fruit to make jelly. For Mrs. Philo believed in always picking her neighbor's fruit before she began on her own.
 "A home, indeed" said Mrs. Philo, ''It's what I always told you, Philo Says I, that man'n be sure to comeback some day, poorer than poverty, says I. And he'll expect us to take care of him then. But we've worked deal too hard for our money-me and Philo-and if he wants to be supported, let him just go to the poor house. Paul Welland always was rovin' creetur', and Rolf ain't no better, I'll go bail P
 MT. Philo Welland screwed up his face into an expression of the utmost caution.
 "P'r'aps you're his lawyer, sir ?" said he.
 MT. Carey nodded.
 'I act for him." said he.
 .'Then tell him, said Philo, succintly, ''that if he expects we're goin' to SUD- port him, he's considerably mistook We've always took care of ourselves he can do the same! Come, Betsey, we'd better be goin' P
 ''Philo r cried out Desire, how can you be so selfish Rolf Welland is our cousin. If he is in want or trouble, whom has he to look to but us Nal vina, you won't be so hard hearted ? The old farmhouse is big enongh for our Cousin Rolf as we'll as for us. You never would turn sickly old man adrift upon the world ?"
 "No, I wouldn't I" said Miss Malvina, humping her hoe upon the ground. "Look here, stranger, tell Rolf Weland he's welcome to home with us. We live plain, but we're ready to give him 8 hearty welcome. Tell him to come here at once. The sooner the better P
 "Women is fools," incidentally re- marked Philo Welland, chewing stalk of currant leaves. eff you lost wha! little you've got, do you s'pose this rela- tive O yourn would raise finger te help youP Let every man take care ot himself, say p
 ''And who knows" cried Desire brightly. Perhaps we can get him the district school to teach? I heard Squire Loames say that the new teacher wasn' going to stay more than quarter longer"
 "I'm glad you can afford to take ire, boarders, !" said Mrs. Philo, acidly. "Mt and your brother-we can't!''
 Do come in, now, and got the coffee, 1,t> rI~ ries, Mr.-Mr.-''
 "Carey is my name" said the stran ger, who had stood immovable beneatl
 the fiery hail of this convers ational epi 1 sode. ''That is to say, it is my nam
 now. I chanced to make myself usefu
 to rich old gentleman in the East, wh took fancy to me, and left me his pror erty in his will The only condition at pended was that I should take his nam
 in addition to my own. And Carey isn & bad name" Certainly it ain't," said Philo, wit
 watering eyes. ''I only wish we had few of that sort of old gentlemen or this way. I'd change my name half dozen times day if it would be any a,
 commodation to 'em. So you're ricl , eh? Betsey,"-to his wife-s'if tn , gentleman would be so kind as to con { and take dinner with us today ''No," said the stranger, in clear d
 cisive voice. "Will you be so kind as :, hear me out? Carey, as have alreac s told you, is only my adopted name. N @ real name is Rolf Welland." ]. "What p roared Philo. Il Mrs. Philo scrambled so hastily }, her feet that she upset the pail, half f,
 of entrants. Miss Malvina dropped h l, hoe; and Desire, who had just broug 1T out little saucer of late, luscious, r
 strawberries, stood amazed at this re, e lation.
 d stYou P she cried, "our Cousin Ro
 And I nearly hit you with the stit d chasing the COW, and half startled y
 out of your senses, and" t. "And taught me" said the old bacl n Tor, with 8 strangely-sweet smile, "tl
 there is yet left spice of unselfishn Id in the conglomerate called human natu le Cousin Desire, I thank you for the a, son. Believe me. I shall not soon s, get itp
 le And before the day was over, he e. helped Miss Malvina finish her patch l sweet-corn, and mended the defect CT fence-rails where the offending COW l broken through, besides stalking up lls sweet-wiliams, and mailing the big ro ut tree to the frame from whence it's O, IS. blOssoming weight had draoned it