New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-12-29
David, !" said Miss Plumb. Yes /
think | may trust thee. =

It'll make a irst-chop, vinegar, !"
observed David, scientifically testing
it with a straw.
Little Patience was delighted with
the poultry yard and COW house. A
sturdy, shaggy pony, who shook his
head at them over the railing of his
stall, was duly admired; and then Da-
vid lighted a fire in the big, black
throated chimney OF the old farm
house.
.4It's cold weather, even if the fust
hard frosts haven come yet, said he.
And the house needs airin' up. An
Iguess Miss Plumb-Friend Ruth, l
mean--vou and Friend Patience here
had better come over and sleep at our
house tonight, if you don't want to
catch cold. To-morrer the house'll
be in better livin' order. And my sis
ter Calphurnia'l Il be proper glad to see
you"
1t CHANGED that between repairs,
airing and adding to tie arrears OF
furniture, Friend Ruth and herniece re-
manned at the Lorn homestead for a
week, during which time Miss Calphur-
MIA, began, under Friend Ruth's direc-
tions, to weave a new rag carpet, and
mapped out a crazy quilt as designat-
ed by little Patience.
David Lorn. who, in his way, was
no contemplate carpenter, made a
strong kitchen table for the strangers,
put corner cupboard in the living
room, and screwed up hooks, shelves,
and brackets innumerable, here, there,
and everywhere, TO suit Patience's
fancy in the old house.
"But after ALL" said the little
sQuakeress, "it isn't as pleasant at
Nutting farm. shut in by all those
crooked apple trees, as it is here. I
wish we were going to live here
III wish so, too, with all my heart!"
cried hospitable Calphurnla. Don't
you, David?'
'Don't I, thought said David.
And Patience. CHANGING to look sud
denly up, caught the sparkle of his
frank brown eyes fixed full on her
face. She turned pink all over, her
own eyes fell, and she did not speak
again all the evening. Her silence
was not noticed, however Friend Ruth,
as it happened, was descanting in her
soft, slow way on q new pattern in
rag carpet weaving, and Patience took
refuge under the gentle murmur of her
words.
The two Quakeresses had been
nearly a month at the Nutting farm,
and the dreary place had gradually
begun to assume something of a home
like look, when one evening David
Lorn came over across the sere
stretches OF meadow land.
"Calphurnia's sent you a dried
peach pie" said he, carefully setting
down something in napkin. GAS for
me, l moved them barrels of cider to-.
day"
did thee?" said Friend Ruth. knit
ting composedly away at gray yarn
stocking, while Patience made haste
to set away the pie.
"But there's one I calculate you
wouldn't they sold if you had known
what was in it, went on David.
Il sold them all to thee,' said Miss
Plumb, in her gentle, decided way,
call nine Of them, at a dollar and a
half a barrel. With me, Friend David,
a bargain means a bargain"
''But one OF them hadn't no cider
in it,
'Then," said Miss Plumb, "we will
deduct that from the rest, and thee
can give me the change. l think we
need not differ as to that
"There WASH, t no cider in itp' dog
ged]y persisted the youngfarmer. ssBut
there was something else-there was
moneyP'
Money" repeated Miss Ruth, let
ting the knitting needles drop into
her lap.
EYER" money!" nodded David Lorn;
fourteen rolls ofgold half-eagles, twen-
ty in a roll, all wrapped up in an old
wooden stocking leg and packed in
cotton batting, so they shouldn't
clink nor rattle, with salt hay wedged
in around 'em, and the cask headed
up. exactly like the eight others. Now
[ know why old Ezra Nutting used to
be SO cranky about keeping his cider
barrels locked up, and why he went
out to look to it himself every night,
long after he wasn't fit to cross the
threshold. That was his bank; that
Nc1o w AOi . AlC Cpo LIS Sc1V1llSS-lOuI-
teen hundred dollars
Fourteen hundred dollars!" repeat
ed Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling
a little. "But, Friend David, / sold
the barrels and their contents to thee.
Hang it all!' shouted David, rising
to his feet, "do you suppose I would
swindle you and Patience that way?
Here is the money!" diving into bis
pockets. and finging down the packets
on the table with a resounding clink.
81 am no thief, Miss Ruth! I never
coveted my neighbours goods until
now'
Friend Ruth's eyes, faded, yet still
bright, sought his agitated face with
gentle questioning.
"Keep the money, Friend David, =
said She Poor though I am, [ would
forfeit more than that sooner than
cause a fellow creature to Offend"
lit amt the money that l covet, +"
said David, in desperation. It's Pa
thence. No, little girl, don't run
away" as Patience ayes instinctively
turned toward the door. II think you
must have suspicioned it long ago. The