Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-11-01
100 Doses One Dollar.
"what ever Will dog" sighed SAINT


Ann; what shall | dog'
well, you can sell some of EN-"
Santha Ann looked up-therc stood the
ubiquitous widow, broad smile on her
face, as she took in the situation.
mo, won't III keep the hull of
'em, an if Mart amt wiser man after
he gifts over this spree, I'll know the
reason why"
Then she went upstairs.
AChsa stood by the window wiping her
eyes; she had been crying.
Never you mind, dear" said her
mother, her kind maternal heart stirred;
don't go TO feel bad
Il don't s'pose he even thought of my
hat, =" said the girl, tearfully.
mo, dear; not the right kind of one,
but he
II knew he wouldn't. III never trust
him again"
But he did get lots o. useful things,
dear"
Yes, the carpet sweeper and the
cradle. and the ice cream churn and
the
well, well, lets make the best on it,
Achsy"
"It'll be all over town, - sobbed the girl
eS, but--
And | cant go to church next Sun
day, and all the girls with their new hats
l won t wear the old One-I vow won t. "
You sham. my dear Wen go into
the city ourselves by the train, you
and II
That's likely when fathers spent all
his money and yours too"
Look here, Achsy.'
Achsa looked. What did she see' A
big roll of bank bills which her mother
fiourished in the air over her head.
"Oh, Achsa, there's hundred dollars!
How he come by EN- don't know, an
how he kept EN- | cant say; but there
they are, an it almost takes my breath
away 10 think where | found 'em. He
had rolled EN- up ana put 'em for cork
i'll the nose of the kerosene can, an the
can was full of molasseS.n - She stopped
now 10 laugh. 'Ef he hasn't been on a
Canter then my name amt Santha Ann
Won't he he ashamed2 deacon of the
church and all, Oh, we've got him we'll
under, He won't dare to say city TO me
for year to come: no, not till the day of
his death. I'm going to put the cradle
in my bedroom right afore his eyes, an
the cream freezer an lots o. things, an
I'm going to 'propriate that hundred
dollars, too. won't spend it all, though;
only make up for the things he didn't
git; and III buy a carpet too, Achsa, so't
he didn't git that sweeper in vain"
"Oh, mOther!' cried Achsa, drying her
tears. ''HOw soon can we go2n
well, | cal late we can 90 to-day, if
we can git ready in an hour. The widow
says she'll stay here till we come back,
SOS to git the dinner. Well see how
our shopping compares with his, an we
won't drink no beverages either. But,
Achsy, | ; peCt if we weren't the vic
tins, we'd split our sides laughing over
the deacon's purchases.
When Mart woke up, about l O'Clock,
he found his dinner ready and his wife
and daughter missing. He had q con-
fused idea that he had driven them both
from home, and was inconsolable till the
widow handed note from his wife,
which ran thus:
Mart Ingram-You cum hOam beestly
drunk this morning at sun-up. Amt you
ashamed an you deekOn of the
church!!!
"Now I hev got to goe in toun to git
things RELY needed. an I've took that
numbered dollars you stopped up the kero-
seine can with. II won't be ME fault if
| doant spend every cent of it, thou
doant know how you got it-gambolled
for it, perhaps BY the time | come home
hope you will be soberr'
He was, He lived on humble pie for a
month, and wore sackcloth and ashes in
meekness aud repentance for a year.
Never once did he ask for the change of
his hun1red dollars, but he always looked
meditativcly at the bright figured carpet
which adorns the parlor to this day, and
which lie unwittingly conjured out Of the
carpet sweeper.
But he We touched wine again, and
"beverages" of every description, except
tea and coffee, lie always afterward de-
clined. d.-NsTy \. DeuisOn in Harper's
Bazaar.