The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-04-28

which you gave 70 Uncle Joab! aRH
81 hope not, mother" said Betty. /" Per.
haps Uncle Joab may need shop girl Al
all events can help him get the little store
into order, until another situation presents
itself.n
But matters began to look very gloomy
indeed, as day after day rolled on and no
new place opened itself up to Betty Powers
anxious eyes. 1t was on her little income
that the family had mainly depended, and
its withdrawal meant something serious
Uncle Joab, however, among his disjoint-
I'd watches and broken brooches, seemed to
comprehend nothing Of all this. He was
'crenely happy with his nagnifying glasses
md pliers. The money came in slowly, it
vas true, but still it did come in, and Un-
lie Joab's greatest satisfaction was IN occa-
sionally laying round silver dollar or a
crumpled bank bill on the mantel where
Mrs. Powers should find it of IN Yvenipo,
It amt much he would say. "But it's
something. Aud one of these days it'il be
more, yes, I hope itn be more.n
One day, however, Betty came into the
store with rather o troubled face.
Uncle" she said, have you a little
money to spare2 The butcher has not had
anything on account for some time, and he
Is getting cross 49, y
"Look Ia the safe, Elizabeth" nodded
the old man, who was welding together the
links OF q broken watch chain; e look In
the safe, my girl Whatever's there Is
yours"
Betty went to the safe, q queer little iron
construction sunk in the wall, whose door
was flush with the wooden wair scotings,
and felt for the few silver coins In the casl
tray.
ooh, Uncle Joab - she cried sswhat .
,unny little cupboard at the rear ! I didn't
know that your safe had back parlor to
it.n
"Eh 7" said Uncle Joab. !" Nor neither,
my lass"
He laid down his pliers and glass, rose
stiffiy from his wooden stool, aud came to-
ward the cavernous hole in the WALL
T" My girl" said he, "there has been
magic at work here When you felt for the
money in the tray, you must have touched
some spring which opened this inner door.
l never saw this safe before. It's like dis
covering new country"
There was but little there, however. Two
or three discolored silver watches, odds
and ends of fractured pins and ear drops, =
and bit of tissue PAPER in a small paper
box, in which was wrapped a sparkling greer
stone-that was oil. s
''Uncle Joab, what is this n Betty qucs
toned.
Uncle Joab viewed the green stone with
the aid of the goggle-shaped magnifying
glasses.
Its an emerald, said he, calmly "an
emerald which | should say was worth five
hundred dollars at the very least ln
''Oh, Uncle Joab, whose is it?n cried
Betty.
:" 1t is yours, Elizabeth" said the old man,
a by the right of discovery"
Old Abraham Sufferus was dead, and had
left no heirs. All the contents and good
will of his late place Of business ON Grand
oeAcos huu poch hebaAiJ siniipicAicu W "o"s
Powers, and in this-so at least the lawyers
held-the emerald was unquestionably in
cluded, especially as no claimant had ap-
pearcd for IT, And Uncle Joab sold it to
rich lady who had developed mania for
emeralds, for six hundred and fifty dollars.
!" Five hundred is to pay the debt / owe
you, my DEAR" he said to his niece. The
money debt, mean, Elizabeth. All the
banks in Wall street couldn't pay the love
and care you've given to the old man, and
sha'n't try TO settle that account. And of the
rest, hundred Is for your mother, and I'll
keep the fifty dollars to stock the shop
little. For Pm quite sure, Elizabeth, that
Pm going to build up good business
here.n sN se EeH astegsN
swell, mother" Betty gieefully asked
when she carried home the money, /" whas
do you think of my Investment now?''
:" never heard anything like It, In al my
born days I" said Mrs. Powers.
"And Morum 4 Go. want me to come
back to the store" added Betty. Trade Is
looking up, they tell me-"
"Shall you go, Betty2" Sss
"No, mother" said Betty, softly. 81
shall be married TO Andrew next month.
So, you see, need some of my money to
buy wedding things