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ULRIC'S N

$50 he's dead at last" said Mrs.
Glover.
"Dead at last" said MI. Glover.
she always said he should live to be
ninety" sighed the old lady.
"And missed it by just six months"
observed her husband sagely.
"Poor old mani" said Mrs. Glover,
instinctively, shaking out the folds of a
new black. bordered pocket-handker-
chief.
"We must all die" originally re-
marked Mr.. Glover.
But in this decent and seemly regret
with which they, as the legatees and last
surviving relatives of old Uric Upshur,
spoke of his death, there was no over
whelming sorrow, Why should there
be2
A man who lives close on to the edge
of ninety, and dies leaving a snug little
sum over and beyond his funeral ex-
penses, may surely be said to have full
filled his destiny.
If he had desired to be sincerely
mourned, he should have surrounded
himself with family ties. Second cousins
can hardly be expected to weep foods of
tears on the coffin of an eccentric old
parsonage, whom they have never seen
more than a half q dozen times in their
lives; the Glovers bought themselves
proper morning, and Strengthened their
countenances into regulation gravity,
when they alluded to the deceased but
the first thought was one of exultation
at the wealth which had now descended
to them.
"a thousand dollars in good, hard
cash." said Mr.. Glover.
"To be paid over at once" sighed his
wife.
The Glovers looked radiantly at each
other. They had never had so much
money in their possession at any one
time since they had got married, twenty
good years ago.
stA1y dear" said Mrs. Glover, eff ever
man deserved it, you do! You have al
ways worked hard and paid your honest
debts"
"Martha, don't say a word, REMARKED
Mr.. Glover, patting his wife's plump
shoulder. mo man ever had a better
wife than you to save and economic,
and make every penny go as far as
two"
"Of course the money is yours" said
Mrs. Glover.
"No, Martha, yours" corrected her
husband.
"But Uncle Uric was your rela-
ton"
"The law, my dear, regards husband
and wife as one"
'"But, Silas, you have the best right
to it," reasoned Mrs. Glover, tenderly
eager.
"Not a particle more than yourself,
Martha"
Mr.. Glover beamed upon his wife.
Mrs. Glover looked affectionately at her
husband. Surely this golden shower of
wealth was bringing their counting days
back again.
Mr.. Glover thought to himself that
Martha was really prettier than ever.
Mrs. Glover thought that her husband
never had been so noble and Jove-like.
It was all nonsense about money being
the root of all evil. One never could
put any dependence on these old prov
cribs.
"Silas," said Mrs. Glover, :srll tell
you what we will do with the thousand
dollars. Well put a wing on the south
end of the house.
"a wing?" repeated Mr.. Glover. "My
dear, what a preposterous ideal"
Il don't see anything very preposter-
Gus about ii" " said Mrs. Glover, REDEEM
ing a little. "We have always wanted
more room"
eff we're going to squander it in
building" began her husband, with
some acerbity.
"~Squander it, indeed" exclaimed the
indignant Martha.
"Pray be so good as not to interrupt
me, my dear, said her husband. "K, I
say, it is to be expended in building"
"That's more like it," said Martha,
with a toss of her head.
'It had a great deal BETTER" pursued
Mr.. Glover, ''be put into a substantial
new barn. Ours has been unfit for use
these five years."
"We don't need a barn." impatiently
interrupted Mrs. Glover. Gas long as
the horses and cows have a shelter ov or
their heads, it is all that they require.
And our barn is as good as anybody
else's barnw
lam perhaps the best judge of that,
Mrs. Glover! !" said her husband.
'1've been wanting a little more elbow
room for a long time" observed Mrs.
Glover. "Our best room is perfectly
%disgraceful, with those big beams in the
corners and a tucked-up little wooden
mantle with a cupboard over it"
'Some people are never satisfied with
anything," said Mr.. Glover, drumming
his fingcr ends on the table.
''Tnric amt another woman in the
place that wo' III PIT up with such i
parlorw said Mrs. Glover, just ready to
cry.
"Well, you may as well make up your
mind to be satisfied with it," announced
MI. Glover.
cpd like to know whyw flashed his
wife.
s'Because it's the best you're likely to
get"
"Indeed" said Mrs. Glover.
"That money is going to be spent
sensibly spent" said Mr. Glover, nod