The Penn's Grove record., 1883-12-29


emerged from the currant-bushes, wher
she was picking the sparkling, ruby-col
ored fruit to make jelly. For Mrs
| Philo believed in always picking he
neighbours fruit before she began on he
own.
"a home, indeed - said Mrs. Philo
cts what 1 always told you, Philo
Says |. that man'Il be sure to come bacl
some day, poorer than poverty, says |
And he'll expect us to take care OF hin
then. But we've worked a deal to-
hard for our money-me and Philo-ant
il be wants to be supported, let him jus
go to the poor-house. Paul WelIand al
ways was a rovln' cr%eetur', and Rol
amt no better, I'll go bail !"
Mr.. Philo Welland screwed up hi
face into an expression Of the utmos
caution.
"P'r'aps you're his lawyer, sir ?"sait
he.
Mr.. Carey nodded.
81 act for him." said he.
"Then tell him" said Philo, succinct
ly, ''that if he expects we're goin' t.
supporthim he's considerably mistook
We've always took care of ourselves
he can do the samel Come, Betsey
we'd better be goin'p'
"Philo p cried out DESIRE, show car
you be SO selfish? Rolf Welland is oul
cousin. If he is IN want or trouble
whom has he to look to but usp Ma
yina, you won't be SO hard-hearted
The old farmhouse is big enough fol
our Cousin Rolf as well as for Us. Yor
never would turn a sickly old mai
adriit upon the worldP"
"No, l wouldn't p said Miss Malvi
ma, humping her hoe upon the ground
s'Iook here, stranger, tell Rolf Wellant
he's welcome TO a home with us. We
live plain, but we're ready to give hin
a hearty welcome. Tell him to come
here at once. The sooner the better p
"Women is FOOLS" incidentally re.
marked Philo Welland, chewing a stalk
of currant leaves. "If You lost what
little you've got, do you s'pose this rel
alive o. yourn would raise a finger tc
help you? Let every man take care OF
himself, say !"
"And who knows.' cried Desire
brightly. "Perhaps we al get him the
district school to teach :? Iileard Squire
Loames say that the new teacher wasn't
going to stay more than a quarter long
err
II m glad you can afford to take free
boarders, said Mrs. Philo, acidly. "Me
and your brother-we cant !"
do come in, now, and get the coffee,
said Desire. "And a few late straw
berries, Mr.-Mr.-"
'sCarey is my name said the stran.
ger, who had stood immovable beneath
the fiery hail of this conversational cpl
sode. "That is to say, it is my name
now. CHANGED to make myself useful
to a rich old gentleman in the East, who
took a fancy to me, and left me his prop
erty in his will. The only condition APP
pended was that | should take his name
iii addition to my own. And Carey
isn't a bad name"
"Certainly it amt" said Philo, with
watering eyes. 81 only wish we had
few of that sort of old gentlemen out
this way. I'd change my name half a
dozen times a day if it would be any
accommodation to 'em. So you're rich
Ell? Betsey,''-to his wife-''if this
gentleman would be so kind as to come
and take dinner with us to-day"
NO." said the stranger, in a clear
decisive voice. swim you be so kind
as to hear me out? Carey, as / have
already told you, is only my adopted
name. My reafname is Rolf Welland."
"Whatl" roared Philo.
Mrs. Philo scrambled so hastily to
her feet that she upset the pail, half
full of c~urrants. Miss Malyina dropp-
ed her hoe; and Desire, who had just
brought out a little saucer of late,
luscious, red Strawberries, stood amazed
at this revelation.
"Youl'' she cried, s'our Cousin Rolf
And | nearly hit you with the stick.
chasing the cow, and half startled you
out of your senses and
"And taught me, said the old bache-
lor, with a strangely-sweet smile, ''that
there is yet left a spice Of unsel6shness
in the conglomerate called human
nature. Cousin Desire, i thank you
for the lesson. Believe me, | shall not
soon forget i'll"
And before the day sas over, he had
helped Miss Malvina finish her patch of
sweet-corn, and mended the defective
fence-rails where the offending COW had
broken through, besides stalking up the
sweet-williams, and mailing the big rose
tree to the frame from whence its over
bl0ssoming weight dragged 1t.
II declare, " said Miss Malvina, ''he's
a real comfort about the placed"
sand he has travelled so muchl"
cried Desire; land he talks 50 beauti-
fuuyl I only hope hen be contented
herel'
There was nc sort of doubt about
that. Rolf Welland Carey, was very well
contented. He had always hungered
and thirsted for the details of a home
life-here it was to perfection.
But Mr.. and Mrs. Philo were not SC
well suited. All their spasmodic efforts
ton ard friendliness were checked with
Arctic frigidity.
.'It's toe bad!" said Mrs. Phro, al
most crying. Hell be certain bire tx
go and make afool of himself bytktarry
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