Connecticut western news., 1885-07-22
TURNED ADRIFT,

"It's nine o'clock, Rosamond. The clocks just struck"
 "I know it, Uncle Phineas."
 "Well, take of them logs as hasn't got fairly to going and put 'em keerful in the chimney-corner, and kiver up the rest with good coat of ashes. Dye hear, RosamondY'
 "Yes, Uncle Phineasp' with 8 sigh. Because you know, Rosamond, nine oAcloch's the time folks was abed. !" "Yes, Uncle Phineas."
 And be sure you lock the big front door and bolt both the bolts, and put a cheer agin the hinges, so't it'll tumble over of any one hampers with the fast enings."
 "I'll not forget, Uncle Phineas."
 George Hand rose from his seat, with smile, as Rosamond Fosters troubled eyes met his own.
 Perhaps I had better be going, |" said he Evidently your uncle thinks my room will be better than my com pany."
 "You won't mind him ?'' said Rosa mond, faintly.
 Not in the least" said George. He's quite right. Nine o'clock is time to go home. I'll come some other time and finish my visit"
 He held Rosamond's hand in his 8 tritie longer than there was any neces- sity for, as they parted; and the girl sighed softly as she bolted the great door and adjusted the "cheer'' at the exact burglar-cstching angle.
 George Hand had been very near saying the word for which her heart had longed all these months, just when Uncle Phineas' cracked voice made itself audible, over the bend of tht stairway.
 It was rather hard, but Rosamond'l life had been a succession of mute self-sacri6ces, and this only made ar additional one.
 But Uncle Phineas renewed tn, subject, next day, with some acrimony
 "I tell ye what, Rosamond." said he "the candle box is moron half-emptyT'
 "Yes, Uncle Phineas, It's tho middl, of January you know," said Rosamond gently.
 "I don't keer of twas the middle O April" snarled the old man. "Tha ain't no excuse for wasting candles Arter this, the house has got to b shut up at half-past eight o'clock a night. and all the lights out. I ain goin to end my days in the poor house not to please all the shiftless youn, fellers in the place. Elf they aln't go homes of their own to set up in, ain't goin' to furnish one for 'em.''
 Rosamond made no answer. Wha comment had she to offer? Did no Uncle Phineas. remind her dozel times day that she was penniless or plan, entirely dependent on him for tn bread she ate. the clothes she worep To be-sure, there had been a hundred dol lars for her. when the estate of ElIakin Foster had been divided; but Uncl Phineas had insisted on, her layiny that aside fer rainy day.
 Some said it was sensible thrift; som called it an offshoot of the miserlines that underlay his whole nature. Blu the old man deigned no explanation, h only sniffed great sniff when he hear that Rosamond's only brother, Jared had put his share into an invention o his own which he was trying to pusl through the patent office. "Humph said he. Fools and their money ar soon parted" r.. -.-..--...
 To-day, however, he had no soone settled the candlequestion, than h preached new topic.
 "Give me that there money O yourn Rosamond," said he. "Pve got goo chance to invest it, where it'll doubl itself in year or two"
 Rosamond turned red, then whit She did not speak. Don't ye hea mer crooked the old man, impatient ly. "What are ye standing there for Get me the money, l sayr'
 "Uncle Phineas," gasped Rosamon' driven to desperation. q Ihaye'nt got i I--I lent it to Jaredr'
 aLent 1t to Jaredr' thundered the ol man. "Flung it into the Ire. ye