The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1884-06-05

n seen the President in the beginning, |
I'd "a gin him a hint that d a saved
half the fuss. But they're all so sot
in their own conceit "-tugging and jam
ming in the rags calkerlate it
wouldn't adone any greet good. But all
the science isn't in the big-wigs. Now
there's my gal, my little gal.you seen
her going by to school. L amt no
name o doubt she could give them
fellers out there to the government
p'ints. She graduates next week.
You've got a gal, too, that's took the
course, 'ain't you? l see her. She and
my Priscy was neck and neck awhile.
But bloodn tell, and the Tiptons
always was smart"
marks diverted Mrs. Tipton's eyes from
little more intently. and would have
been glad to trip him after u~tterance of
his opinion of the Tiptons. She really
loved her husband, after all, and in
spite of all; but under the phrase, 1.-THE
Tiptons,'' she bound up every bad feat
ure in his character. The only trouble
that Anna had ever given her, indeed,
was the fact that. let her do what she
would, and favor whom she might, she
really was a Upton.
Well. the deed was done. Her eyes
sparkled as the reckoning was over
honest weight this time if never before,
and q sum in her hand such as she had
not been mistress of this many a day.
"Good weight and good money!" said
Mr.. Dustin, counting it into her open
palm. 'sYou eve sand your rags,
Miss Upton, and / ne yer scale my
weights. Not the leastest mite.
You're the sorter woman / like to trade
18th: but sales alive! some of 'em! they
jest fetch out a thimbleful of rags aud
expect a hatful of money, and declare
I'm a-putting my tn rmb IN, and amt
giving the truth, and they see the fig
ures different, and they see the price o.
rags in the paper, and know better'n
| do, and I'm a~-cheating anyway"
of all which enormities in times past
had Mrs. Upton been guilty. Snow
you," said Mr.. Dustin, who, through
her anxieties, had all the conversation
to himself, .syou just watch and see 1
amt, and that's what I like. Cheating
'em! I'm the best friend and treasurer
of a heap of women whose husbands are
just a leetle-just a leetle -keerful."
That night the muslin was in the
house; the next night it was cut out,
and when graduation day came there
never was a prettier little white rose
: bud of a girl than Anna looked in her
new dress. And poor Mrs. Upton sat
at home and pictured her child taking
the honors, her heart full, at one and
the same time, of longing and content;
and Mr.. Upton went and saw her do it,
and came home in a fine rage.
What did Mrs. Upton care? She
had accomplished what she had under
taken to do. II don't know what you
have to say about it." she declared,
gathering all her forces. at never
cost you one cent"
paying for my daughters clothes?
Where did it come from?"
Rags"
rags enough for that expense?
Never. Tell that to the marines.
Where did you get them?"
81 didn't steal them,'' said Mrs. Tip.
ton, proudly. 81 saved them. They
were margins, envelopes, letters-my
family letters, my love-letters." She
thought family for half a second. in hel
: desperation, that he might applaud,
He had sometimes praised her ingenuity
in saving.
/ eYour love-letters!" heroared. "AnG
is that all the sentiment you havef Die
you open the bundle?" he cried, in
vehement haste. "Did you read them
7 before you let them goP No? No
Great heavens! Mrs. Upton. YOU
, daughter'n never wear such an expen
sive dress again if she should b,
crowned Queen of England. My bonds
/, were in that bundle. Your daughter
dress has cost me just two Thousand
dollars !"
| And perhaps Mrs. Upton would hav,
, sunk through the floor and into he
s grave if at that moment her eye
: wandering everywhere weakly, had no
: caught sight of Mr.. Dustin himself, a
he came up the doorstep, with som,
|. papers in his hand and a shrewd smil'
r on his face. "Guess you sorter mad,
a mistake" said he, as she flew to tn
door more like a leaf blown by al
: autumn wind than a woman in a hurry
sThese don't belong in no rag bag
T Found 'em when l looked the lot over
and fetched 'em back d'reckly. Wei
0 take out the weight of 'em next sale
You'll never think I cheat again, any
8 way, Miss Upton. You'll believe Tn
: the best friend and treasurer of wonlcl
whose husbands are-well, just a nit
-keerful." And she did believe ii
9 And she knew it was a friend she ha'
r lost. for from that day Mr.. Upton
: seeing what could be done with a rae
bag, took it into his own hands. An,
n if Annals school-teaching had not NOR
q than taken its place to her, Mrs. Tipto
9 would certainly have come to wan
e with tho loe- of bor fripnd apd froas
5 prer.-Harrie. Prescott Spotord,