The Press., 1886-02-04

Ea-caperln at my het Is. Waal, Waai lt don't seem like was close on to seventy years old. z
 Miss Anastasia had some of the wild plum sauce with her scanty dinner. 1t gave. 1t relish. Else ate some more with bread and cheese, for her ten
 I never did taste nothin that went to l the ght spot like them wild plnms, said she. "It ain't acause they're relishin' ]; 1 its 'canse they make mo feel like when was ag'in out in Wisconsin, with the sas- safras leaves tnrnin' yalleR and the wind l blowin' in my face.
 l Leah did not know, uaitit neighbours child brought back the jar, neatly wrap | ped in an old newspaper, what a treat she had nnwittingly afforded her neighbors. "What isiit, Willie?" she asked of the boy.
 'sIts jar that had the wild plum sass init" said Willie; s'Miss Akerly gave me a ginger cookey fur bringing it back, she l did " sia
 .Fatber, said Leah, responsibility, to the oh man, ''ts4is is thy doings. Thee is always thinking of some olie else. y
 sIt has done me more good than II had eaten it myself, Leah,' said Friend Decker, apologetically.
 I Leah ran to him and gave him hug. :
 Thee is an old darling, father, said she; ''and thee makes me ashamed of my own temper sometimes. "
 And she put the jar on the top shelf ot 1 the little pantry, and never thought any thing more about it until one day, when she wanted jar to put some stewed cran- berries in.
 She was in a hurry, for Miss Anastasia Akerly was to be buried that afternosn. 1 She had died as strangely ns she had l lived, sitting alone before her fire. and this was the day appointed for her funeral. 1 Friend Decker had expressed 8 desire to attend the obsequies of the kinswoman who had been so little to him, and Leah was hurrying through her work, so that she might brush his well-worn suit and take much needed stitch or two i'll his worsted gloves.
 1 AS she tore off the newspaper wrappln9s she stopped suddenly.
 Father" she cried, ''here is piece of thick, yellowish paper rolled mp and put inside this jar that came from Friend Anastasia's. What does thee suppose it is !? Father, father, it Is vii. 1 She ran eagerly with it to Friend Deck CT. He looked dubiously at the outside.
 'Thee is right, Leah, ; said he. 'Friend Auastasia's heart has softened toward us. This is doubtless the will she mentioned, the wihin favor of Moses Sawyer. She has sent 1t to us to destroY.s, Nay, sdaugh- ter, nay, as Leah eagerly caught it tip and hastened toward the fire. Give it to me. It is not for us to make or meddle. If Friend Anastasia wished the will de. stroyed she should have done it herself l shall take it back to Friend Johnson, the executor." gE> ggta uf*I -
 Father" cried Leah, ''thou would not give him the will?
 "Does thee think it would be right and honorable thing to destroy it, Leah ?
 "Ifshe wanted us to do so, father"
 "But we have no right tospresnme any thing of the sort, daughter reasoned Friend Decker, buttoning it mp under his coat. Nay, nay, do not fret
 Judge Johnson, the great man of the neighborhood, received the paper with some surprise.
 "December the 6th,' he read .sHum ha this is the latest document she has executed. "Oh, yes, remember it very well. drew it up myself But why did you bring it here, Friend Decker?"
 The old man briefly explained the cir stances
 "Old people are apt to be capricious, said he. Doubtless the trifiing matter of the plum sauce pleased her and she ll sought to reward us. But should never take base advantage of Friend Moses by burning the will
 ''But why in the name of common sense should you burn it?" said Judge John son. "Are you in the habit of having es tates left to you every day, that you dis pose of them so readily?" 'I don't think that quite understand thee, Friend Johnson" said Decker. But Leah's face frightened like rose ''I see I see !"- she cried. ''Father Friend Anastasia has done right, late tho it be. She has willed the Lennox farm to thee."
 And Leah spoke truly. The dead wo man had wrought gtardy reparation in hel last days, and Friend Decker and hi. daughter had at last legal possession O. what should long ago have been their own No amount of reasoning or remonstranct had ayailed with Miss Akerly, but one o those sudden touches which, ''striking the electric chain 4wherewith we're darkly bound" sway the soul with disproportion