Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-03-26

w Sol1oS-VOl. 70. No. l3
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 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 very short one.
A few chairs and tables, dozen thin
spoons and small teapot in silver, the
huge newspaper heap which L had ap-
praised at penny the ponnd-these
seemed the only salable things; and we
looked comically and grimly at each
others faces as we set them down.
Il wish it were possible to eat Intelii-
geucers,' said L.
They say newspapers make excellent
counterpanes,' replied Sue-warmer than
blankets
John came as usual in the evening.
Here's enterprisep he called out as he
came in.
What is enterpriseY
The Intelligenceri Behold it, large as
life, and looking just as usual, only AZ
hours after the firel That's what call
pluck
Isn't it?' cried Sue, admiringly, as
she drew the paper from its wrapper
and held it to the blaze that she might
see the familiar page. Meanwhile I
took from my pocket our melancholy
little list
You were right, John. Sue and 1
have searched the house over to-day, and
this is all there is of any value-the fur>
niture, little silver and these Wretehed
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 itP What is the matterY
both of US cried in breath.
Just read thisl Oh, JohnI 1 don't be-
lieve itl Read
She thrust the paper in his hand, and
he read:
THE OFFICE FILE OF
SIUUU. OUR PAPER having been
destroyed by fire on the evening of the 18th
inst, we offer the above price for complete
and perfect set of the Intelligencer from
its first number, March 4, 1880, to present
date. Any person able to supply a set as
stated will please communicate with the
publisher. P. o. Box 2351, New York
"A thousand dollarsl o, Suel oh, Johnl
what good piece of good fortunel Dear
of her die turning out such
a treasured 1t is too wonderful to be
true. 1 feel as though it were dream;'
and danced up and down the kitchen
floor. --z----
John and Sue were equally excited.
Only promised the former, we mustn't
forget that some one else may have
file of the Intelligencer, and get ahead
of u.s.
This wet blanket of a suggestion kept
me awake all night. My thoughts kept
flying to New York, anticipating the
letter which we had written, and John
posted for the early stage. If it should be
lost in the mailsl When morning came
[ was too weary and too fidgety to EN-
ploy myself in any way. But about
noon John walked in, comfort in his
eyes.
Why. John, how funny to see you
here at this hour! Why do you look so?
You haven't heard yet; you can't, for the
etter is only half way there
But have heardl got ahead of the
over to the Junction, tele
paid for the answer, and here
it is
Blessed John! This was the telegram.
Send file at once. Check ready to
your order. P. HALIFAX.
How We cried and laughed and kissed
zach otherl To John and Sue, the salts
faction of their love, life spent together,
he fruition of deferred hopes; to me,
he lifting of heavy weight, home Sc
,urity, the shelter of my sisters wing,
,he added riches of brother who was
Drotherly in every deed. And all this
for S1OOOl Oh, how much money can
10 sometimesl and at other times how
ittlel We had grown ealmer, though
sue still kept her sweet wet face hidden
IN Johns shoulder, and shivered and
obbsd now and then, when 1 turned
,motion into new channel by seizing
tumbler of water and proposing this
east: To the memory of the late Sam
lei F. B. Morse
John seized another, and added: The
ntelligencer-may it rise like phoenix
rom its ashesP
leave you to guess if We did not
rink this heartily.
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