Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1885-03-04

g ~ tell van. 4angWorthy g going
to sell his practice 9 - $50

try, You know. It brings him IN six OF
eight hundred a. year-som
more. He has O chance to 20 into
partnership with his brother out West
somewhere, and he'll sell for a thou
sand"
"But, John, some people like you
better than they do DR.. Langworthy.'
eyes, some people do. But the
question is, will they like me better
than the other man who buys Dr.
Langworthy out? II l were that man,
| should command both practices. It
is chance, don't you see? But a new
man coming in has his chance to cut
me out"
II see. What can be done?"
"Nothing," with a rueful glance
'"That's the worst of it. can only
keep on and hope for the best. But it
is hard, when with this miserable
thousand dollars / could double my
chances and make a nice home for YOU
two. Sue, darling, don't cry"
She had laid her cheek down on his
arm, but she WASH crying, only look
ing sadly into the FIRE.
"If We sold everything, all this which
aunty left us-the home, everything
couldn't we get the thousand dol]ars?''
| asked desperately.
John shook his head. II couldn't
let you do that, Cree, in any case.
You'll want your share some day
yourself; it mustn't go into buying a
practice for me. But, apart from
that, houses sell so badly now that
this wouldn't realize much over the
value of the mortgage at forced SALE
And the furniture, though worth a
good deal to keep, would 60 for moth
wouldn't do at all for any of U.S."
"Still, there's no harm in thinking
about it, and seeing what we have,
and what it's WORTH" I urged, 10th
to give up any ghost OF chance 1--WE
may do that, mayn't we, John?"
"Of' course. That is thing you
must do sooner or later. Look over
the house, and make list carefully,
and we'll consult and fix on approx
innate values. Don't hurry about it,
though. Next week is time enough,
and | know you need rest.'
''Rest is the very thing don't need
and can't take" cried, impetuously
Something to fill up the long days
and keep US from thinking and getting
blue is what we want. Well make
the list tomorrow, JOHN"
a little more talk and he rose to 90.
''Did you stop at the post-office,
John?"
Eyes. There was nothing for you"
"Not even the Intelligencer?" asked
Sue, languidly.
III forgot to tell you. There has
been great fire in New York, and the
Intelligencer is burned out. Abner
brought the news over; it was tele-
graphed to the Junction. They say
the building is a total loss, so / sup
pose there won't be any publication
for awhile some days at least"
"Poor aunty! how sorry she would
be-" sighed Sue. "Aunty took the pa
per ever since it began, forty five years
ago. She never missed number
There it all is, up stairs-stacks and
stacks OF it. She was SO proud of her
file. It's no use at all now, suppose,
is it, John?"
1.-THE ragman will give a penny a
pound for it, l suggested; that s
something"
"We'll weigh the lot one of these
days and see what we can. realize"
said John. "Good night, children"
It was q ghostly task which we set
out to do next day. The past itself,
thefaint, ragmentary past, seems to be
wrapped up and enclosed in those bun
dies of time worn articles with which
elderly people cucumber their store
rooms and closet shelves, Some air
of antiquity exhales as you open them,
and, mingling with our modern air,
produces an impression half laughable,
half sad. Aunt Priscilla had been a
born collector. She loved old things
because they were old, apart from use
or value, and instinct and principle
combined had kept her from ever
throwing away anything in her life.
Our list was q very short one. A few
chairs and tables, dozen thin spoons,
and small teapot in silver, the huge
newspaper heap which I had appraised
at q penny the pound these seemed
the only salable things; and we looked
comical]y and grimly into each Others
faces as we set them down.
II wish it were possible to eat In
telligencers, said |.
"They say newspapers make excell-
emit cOunterpanes,' replied Sue
"warmer than blankets"
! John came as usual in the evening.
| "Here's enterprise!" he called out as
he came in.
"What is enterprise?"
"The 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 blazethat 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 q 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 a breath.
"Just read this! Oh, John! Idon't
believe it! ReadW
She thrust the paper into his hand,
and he read -
@1nN THE OFFICE FILE OF OUR
D1NV"spaper having been destroyed by
fire on the evening Of the 18th inst, offer the
above price for a complete and perfect set of the
1ntellieencer from its first number, March 4
| 1880, to present date. Any person able to sup
ply set as stated will please communicate with
the publisher. P. o. Box 1851, New York.
"a thousand dollars! Oh, Sue! oh,
John! what a good piece of good
fortune! Dear aunt-think of her file
turning out such treasure! tits too
wonderful to be true. feel as though
it were dream;' and 1 danced up
and down the kitchen floor
John and Sue we're equally excited.
r "Onlv.'' promised the former. s.we