The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-10-30

lent countcrpanes, "replied Sue-war n,
er than blankets"
John came as usual in the ever 10.
Here's enterprise?" he called out as
| he came in.
"What is enterprise?"
EThe Intelligencer! Behold it, large
as life, and looking just as usual, only
forty-eight hours after the fire! That s
what call pluck"
"Isn't it?" cried Sue, admiringly, as
she drew the paper from it's wrapper
and held it to the blaze that she might
see the familiar page. Meanwhile
took from my pocket our melancholy
little list.
"You were right John. Sue and ]
have searched the house over to-day,
and this is all there is of any value
the furniture, q little silver, and those
wretched Intelligencers.
was interrupted by startling cry.
Sue was gazing at the newspaper in
her hand with large dilated eyes. Her
cheeks had flushed pink.
"What is it? What is the NATTER"
both of us cried in O. breath.
"Just read this! Oh. Johni I don't
believe It'll Read!"
DiiC IAi 'uop CilO peAt'SI LiOo lilo 1ielilb,
and he read:
$1,000. The office file OF our paper having
been destroyed by fire on the evening OF the
18th inst, we offer the above price for a COM
plete and perfect set of the Intelligencer
from it's first number, March 4, 1880, to
present date. Amy person able to supply a
set as stated will please communicate with
the publisher, p. o. Box 1881, New York.
GA thousand dollars! Oh Sue! oh,
John! what good piece of good for
tune! Dear aunt-think of her file
turning out such treasure! 1t is too
wonderful to be true. feel as though
it were q dream;" and 1 danced up
and down the kitchen floor
John and Sue were equally excited.
"Only," promised the former, s'we
mustn't forget that some one else may
have a file of the Intelligencer, and get
ahead of U.S."
This wet blanket of suggestion
kept me awake all night. My thoughts
kept flying to New York, anticipating
the letter which we had written, and
John posted over night for the early
stage. If it should belost in the mails!
When morning came I was too weary
and too fdgaty to employ myself in
any way. But about noon John
walked in, comfort in his eyes.
"Why, John, how funny to see you
look so? You haven't heard yet; you
can't, for the letter is only half way
there
s'But 1 have heard! I got ahead OF
the letter-droveo over to the Junction,
telegraphed, paid for the answer, and
here it is
Blessed John! This was the tele-
gram:
''Send file at once. Check ready to your
order. P. HALIFAX"
How we cried and laughed and kiss
ed each other! How much that mes
sage meant! To John and Sue, the
satisfaction of their love, life spent to-
gether, the fruition of deferred hopes;
to me, the lifting of heavy weight.
home security, the shelter of my Sis
ter's wing, the added riches of a broth
er who was brotherly in every
deed. And all this for a thous-
and dollars! Oh, how much mon
ey can do sometimes! and at
other times how little! We had grown
somewhat calmer, though Sue still kept
her sweet wet face hidden on Johns
shoulder, and shivered and sobbed
now and then, when I turned emotion
into new channel by seizing a tumbler
of water and proposing this toast:
''To the memory Of the late Samuel
f. B. Morse
John seized another, and added:
"The Intelligencer- it rise like a
phoenix from it's ashes!',
leave you to guess if we did not
drink this heartily.-Harper's weekly.