The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1883-03-08

TeWaTIS bilaG we're O1eTcu IHilcu tO DTIiR
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 sitna-
tions. Ludoyico was left withou. q
penny; but he had 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
the boys changed fortune; and he never
quite gave up hope about the will. But
six months passed; q year ;--two-and
nothing was heard Of it.
Now Mr.. Tibbetts had charge of the
Van Note property, and, rs every one
knew, the Widow Wickett's house was
upon it. She owned the building, but
not the land, and paid a 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. It 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
the dirtiest bills and crookedest coin
procurable lay at his elbow.
"There's your money. Now you've
extortioned it out of me, take it. It was
give me by 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 rs toast in your
feather beds and blankets-yah!"
Indeed. its not I. I 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 un-
beknownst, and this my elbow went
through; and the stovepipe fell, it
went through these four; and this is
them boys again; and I put bit OF
stick that give under it, is the way it
was them went. The cat was on the
sill under it mt 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
rs rich as nv dear old friend intended
should be, Id not oppress the poor"
"Therc, 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. y
"Oh. Widow Wickett's panes. We
all know about them," said Mr.. Tib'
belts. "They're her stock in trade
Why. lad. they're always out
Always! all these bitter winters p
sighed Ludovico.
Then an heroic thought possessed
him. He would take the money he had
saved for coat and go to the glaziel
and buy nine panes of glass and some
putty and himself mend the Widow
Wickett's windows. And when otiic.
hours were over away he sped, carried
ont his good intention and appeared Al
the Widow Wickett's door with hi.
hands full of glass and smiles of benev
olence on his face, and announced hi.
intention.
The widow was Mortified. The broker
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 hel
rocking chair, ruefully looking on
while Ludovico extracted the old hat
and pants, and ripped off the parch
ment, and threw the whole outside tn,
window into the door-yard where tn,
gooseberry bush grew. Happily h
worked. and soon the windows were al
restored to their original condition.
"The Lords blessin' on you," whinet
the widow. meaning something else.
"Oh, don't mention it," sal Ludo
vico. politely. You mustn't wash then
until tomorrow, or they'll fall out
Good-by."
Mrs. Wicket never washed any
thing, but she began to mediate on do
ing it Instantly; and Ludoyico narche.
. away.
He would have no coat, but his con
science would not trouble him.
"Oh, if were rich, how good woul,
be to the poor he said.
At this instant something hit his hee
sharply. A blessed breeze had i'm
PEELED one-half of the parchment h
, had taken from tho widows windo,
after him. He stopped and picked
up. The first thing that struck hir
was his own name. He looked Mt
, closely. 1t was part Of will in hi
favor. Back flew the boy. The wilo,
was cramming the other part under he
teakettle, but he snatched it from he
without word and rushed away. NJ,
Tibbetts saw him coming. and his pr,
phetic soul saw great revelation in th
boys pale face.
What have you got there?" h
shouted.
Ludoyico answered, "The Wido
: Wickctts window panes.'
4 few days after the widow was
court, explaining how she came by sue
window panes.
And so the boy came to his own an
really is the rich man he dreamed ,
being as he daubed the putty again,
the frames Of Mrs. Wickett's window
and that old lady is well provided /,
/ by the gratitude Of the Young heir. VII
> has bought her house for her, furnishe
, it and settled on her On income beyon
) her wants; but she keeps an empt
snuff-box in her pocket, and amiab
9 strangers are often heard to mentio
9 that they gave few pennies just no
! to q poor soul, who never could sa,
, enough for her one luxury--a pinch
snuff.-Ne,e York Ledger.
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