The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-03-07

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eight hundred a year-sometimes
more. He has a chance to go into
partnership with his brother out West
somewhere, and he'll sell for a thou
sand F"
But, John, some people like you
better than they do DR.. Langworthy."
Yes, some people do. But the
question Is, will they like me better
than the other man who buys DR..
Langworthy out? If | were that man,
| should command both practices. II
Is a chance, don't you see? But new
man coming in has his chance TO cut
me out"
Il 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
* hard. when with this miserable
thousand dollars | could double my
chances and make a nice homefor you
two. Sue, darling, don't cry"
She had laid her cheek down on his
arm, but she wasn't crying, only look
ing sadly into the FIRE.
III we sold everything, all this which
aunty lett us-the home, everything
couldn't We get the thousand dollars
| asked desperately.
John shook his head. Il couldn't
let YOU do that, Cree, III any case.
You'll want your share some day
yourself; it mustn't 90 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 a forced sale.
And the furniture, though worth Il
good deal to keep, would 90 for moth
ing at an auction. That plan
wouldn't do at all for any of rs"
Still. there's no harm i'll thinking
about it, and seeing what We have,
and what it < worth" ] urged, 10th
to give up any ghost OF a chance. I'VE
may do that, maYn't We, John?'
"Of course. That is a thing YOU
must do sooner or later. Look over
the house, and make a 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"
\ little more talk and he rose to 90.
Did you stop at the post-otfice,
JOhn?"
YES. There was nothing for you"
Not even the Intelligencer?" asked
Sue, languidly.
II forgot to tell you. There has
been a 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 a number
There II 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?"
The ragnan will give a penny a
pound for 1t, | suggested; chats
something"
Wen weigh the lot one of these
days and see what we can realize"
said John. Good night, children"
1t was a ghostly task which we set
out to do next day. The past itself,
thetamt, fragmentary 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, ningling 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 a very short one 4 few
chairs and tables, a dozen thin spoons,
and small teapot in silver, the huge
newspaper heap which had appraised
at n penny the pOund-these seemed
the only salable things; and we looked
comically and grimly into each others
faces as we set them down.
81 wish 1t We're possible to eat In
telligencers, said |.
They say newspapers make excell-
ent cOunterpanes," replied Sue
warmer than blankets"
John came as usual in the evening.
Here's enterprise" he called out as
he came III.
What is enterprise?"
The Intelligencerl Behold it, large
rs life, and looking just as usual, only
forty-elght hours after the fire? That
what | call pluck"
Isn't it 20 cried Sue admiringly, as
she drew the paper from its wrapper,
and held il 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 TODAY.
and this Is all there is OF any value
the furniture, a little silver, and those
wretched IntelIigencers.
was interrupted by a 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 matter?"
both OF us cried in breath.
Just read this, Oh, John! Idon t
believe it Read
She thrust the paper into his hand,
and he read =
SIObO.paper having been destroyed by Y
ire on the evening OF the 18th inst, we offer the
above price for a complete and perfect set of the
Iuteillgencer from its first number, March 4
1880. To present date. Any person able to sup
ply a set As stated Will please communicate with
the publisher. P. 0. Box 235I, 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 a TREASURED tits too
wonderful to be true. ! feel as though
1t were a Dream" and | danced up
and down the kitchen floor.
John and Sue were equally excited.
Only" promised the former. I'VE
mustn't forget that some one else may
have file OF the Intelligencer, and get
ahead OF us
This wet blanket of suggestion
kept me awake all night My thoughts