The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-11-13
pound for it," I suggested; "that's

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something"
We'll 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,
| the faint fragmcntary past, seems to
be wrapped up and enclosed IN those
! bundles OF time-wOrn articles witt
which elderly people cucumber Their
stOrerOoms and shelves. Some air OF
! antiquity eNhaIps as you open them,
and. mingling with our modern ar,
| produces animpressiOn halflaughaDle,
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. A few
chairs and tables, a dozen thin spoons,
and a small teapot in silver, the
huge newspaper heap which l had
appraised at a penny the pound
these seemed the only salabIe things;
and we looked cOmically and grmIy
into each Others faces as we set them
down.
rr,Io,ns so;5
9!.TLaI, soT nawsnannrs mako excel.
lor+ no,;r+ Soy ones "rre6Iied Sne-warm.
az tLoH biabEatS
To%~ non,n ~ usuoI in the evening,
..Hora's on+ornrisa9H he called ont as
III ITI'l0 II .oD
w. nat Is enltFpII9e'
1.-The lntelllgenCer! BehOlu IL, large
as life, and looking Just as usual, only
fOrtv-tight hours after the fire. That's
what TCaU nIurk"
"TSn't 49, r,.iad S1e admlringIv as
she drew the paper nom it's wrap
and held it to the bIazethat she might
spa the familiar page. Meanwhile |
took from nv pocket our melancholy
little list.
.'YOu were right John. Sue and J
have searched the house over to-day,
and this is all there is of any value
the furniture, a little silver, and those
wretched Intelligencers.
Twas interrupted by a startling cry.
Sue was gazing at the newspaper in
her hand with large diIated eyes. Her
cheeks had flushed pink.
"What is it? What is the matter?"
both of us cried in a breath.
Gust read this Oh, John! I don't
believe it! Read"
She thrust the paper into his hand
and he read:
$1,000. The office file of our paperh having
been destroyed by fire on the evening ofthe
l~3thlnst;, we offer the above prlGetor a com
plete ana perfect SET OF the 14teiiIgencer
ron rto d n+oU n HnH nerso M" abIe r. aUoO w y
SET a. stated will 9laase communicate With
the publisher, P. 8. Box 2,851, New York.
"a thousand doIIarsi Oh Smell oh
John! what a good piece of good for.
tnnaI Daar annt-tbink nj her Ale
tnrnino oft smch q, t~reasurel # IS too
worJaTfTI ~ ba trre 7 feel az tbouoh
y; 80 = Jroono.n ord donooJ' s.
l MeIe " ulo3Li anu L u"l0eu up
ana down ihe kl1cheh moor;
JOhn ana sue were equally eHclIea'
only. pfenlSeo the FORMER, we
mush I iofgeI ina some one else may
nave a hle OF n l~ntelllgencer' ana get
aheaa OF us.
ms wet blanket OF a suggestion
Kept me awake all night; My thoughts
kept Tying to New York, anticipating
the letter which we had written, and
John posted over night Tor the early
stage. Ii 1T should belostmthe mails!
Wien morning came l was too weary
and too hdgety to employ myself IN
any way. but about noon John
walked IN, comfort IN his eyes.
"NWby, John, how funny to see you
look SO? You haven't heard yet; you
can't, for the letter is only hall way
there.
but | have heardl | got ahead OF
the letter-drove over to the Junction,
telegraphed, paid for the answer, and
here 1T Is.
Blessed John! This was the tele'
gram:
EM