Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1883-03-21

my panes. Two windys. Twelve panes
in each. Three whole in the lot. This
them boys broke. and this cracked I'm.
knownst, and this my elbow went
through and when the stove-pipe fell
lit went through these -four; and this is
them boys again and | put n bit of
stick that give under it, the way il was
them went. The cat was on the sill
under il ut the time. All. well the
Coryner'll have me this winter"
Ludovico went away with swelling
heart.
"Ah ~ he said to himself. "If
were 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
old soul has paid il, and now she can't
have her window-panes put in. She'll
die of cold. How cruel Mr. Van Note is. :"
30, Widow Wickett's panes. We all
know about Them said Mr.. Tibbetts.
They're her stock in trade. Why, lad,
they're always out"
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
Wicketfs door with his hands full OF
glass and smiles of benevolence on his
face, and announced his intention.
The widow was Mortified. The broken
windows brought her half her income in
charitable gifts from plying strangers,
but she was obliged TO submit, and pre-.
tend to be grateful. She sat in her
rocking-chair, ruefully looking on, while
Ludovico extracted the old hats and
pans, and ripped off the parchment, 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
1.-THE Lords blessin' on YOU" whined
the widow, meaning something else.
80, don mention it,, said Lrdovico,
politely. "You mustn't wash them until
tomorrow, or they'll fall out. Good
by"
Mrs. Wicket never washed anything,
but she began to mediate on doing ii
instantly; and Ludovico marched away.
He would have no coat, but his con-
science would not trouble him.
90, if | were rich, how good would
be to the poor - he said.
AT this instant something hit his heel
6harply. A blessed breeze had impeled
L.. Nf h.. 1. IL
from the widows window after him.
He stopped and picked it up. The first
thing that struck him was his own name.
He looked at it closely. 1t was part of
within his favor. Back flew the boy;
the widow was just examining the other
part under her tea-kettle, bat he snatched
it from her without q word, and rushed
away. Mr. Tibbetts saw him coming,
and his prophetic soul saw great reve.
lation in the boys pale face.
What have you got thereP" he
shouted.
LudovicO answered:
4" The Widow Wicketts window
panes."
A few days after the widow was in
court, explaining how she came by such
window panes.
And so the boy came TO his own, and
really is the rich man he dreamed of
being as he daubcd the putty against the
frames of Mrs. Wickctts window; and
that cid lady is well provided for by the
gratitude of the young heir, who has
bought her house for her, furnished it,
and settled on her an income beyond
her wants but she keeps an empty
snuff-box in her pocket, and amable
strangers are often heard to mention
that they gave a few pennies just now
to poor old soul, who never could save
enough for her one luxury--a pinch OF
snufl.-M T. Ledger.