The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-31

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shownto his Office.
.'He has come to beg" thought the
manager; and "what can / do for your
was curt. But Jonas cared nothing
for anyone's now. He an
swered, sadly: III want to buy
a shawl"
"a salesman will attend to you
sir" said the manager.
mo" said Jonas, II am too i'll, too
broken to talk to a salesman, / can
trust you. want the costliest shaw
you have"
"A mailman" Thought the manager,
"our costliest is 5 5 5000" said he re
pressing a smile.
Have it put up for me-" said 10
mas.
Certainly mad" said the manage
to himself.
But Jonas had taken a check from
his pocket, and with trembling hands
was filling up the blanks.
The manager looked it over
carefully Jonas Pray" he said
more respectfully. Then it fash.
ed upon him that he had read oil
a fatal accident to this mans wife
that day. 1t va a strange proceeding,
altogether. Secretly he called Others
to look at his customer. One knew
him; financially ne vas all right.
"And the rest Is none OF our bust
ness" said the manager, as he saw
the bundle of splendor carried down
stairs after Jonas Pray. '"They spoke
of him as a miser, in the paper. That
is q pretty purchase for a miser."
Meanwhile Jonas was driven home
From the door fioated long streamers
of black Grape. No sweet face smiled a
greeting. Carrying the shawl under
his arm he went up stairs to the dark
ened room, where under straight folds
OF white drapery, seemed to lay the
form of his wife. A watcher sat there;
he sent her away; and then, alone III
the room he knelt beside the bier.
Sara" he said, "Sara, can you
hear me? loved you, Sara; but l was
such a miser- such a mlser; but I've
bought you a shawl at last. Oh!
Sara, Saral I paid as much as I could
for it, my dear. Youshall be wrapped
in it in your coffin"
At that instant a voice cried: "Ohl
Jonas, Jonas, dear! Oh, my poor
Jonas!"
And turning he saw his wife, either
in the spirit or in the flesh, standing
behind him. His knees trembled un.
der him. But the figure came closer,
1t was no ghost, but a living woman,
and she took him in her arms.
"Oh, how i'll you look" she said.
"Did you really love me SO? And this
is all my fault. | went to my.sister.
in-law's, and there in q fret-oh, / was
so angry, Jonas-I gave away my
dress, my shawl and my bonnet to a
beggar woman, and vowed to sit in my
sisters dressing gowns until you gave
me decent clothes to come home in.
And the poor woman, who vas tipsy,
too, my dear, was killed two hours aft.
erwards, and never knew that she had
been taken for me until this morning
Oh, such % dirty creature, my dear,
the papers described her. And for a
little while | was glad youhad fright,
but / am sorry now that / was"
For an answer he picked up the
costly shawl and wrapped it about
her, and took her, folded in it like a
mummy, in his arms.
'SThe miser is dead, he said, "but
Jonas Pray will show his wife how he
can cherish her."
He did; and if afterwards Sara de.
tected symptoms of a relapse, all she
had to do was to wrap herself III che
wonderful shawl. The sight of it inevi
tably recalled the moment when he
learned how little, after all, is the
value of money. He may, indeed, love
his money vet, but he knows that hi
loves his Sara more.