Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-03-27

'NihNs ototNh I'LL hiDOOliOy
ically.
And lie climbed out of the bug
gy, with a he;tming face, and hur.
ried up the front walk, while tn,
hired man, who had driven hin
home from the station, turned INF,
the lane with q flourish and rattlet
down toward the barn.
Anybody might have been gla,
to getSback to so cozy Il home ant
to so unmistakablc Il welcome.
A big dog came bounding around
the corner OF the house to meet hin
prancing around him excitedly ant
making frantic attempts to lick hi.
face.
Mrs. Marks, the housekeeper-
Mr.. BriScomb was hopeless bach
elor-paused in her preparations
for supper to smile and nod from
the window; and two young per-
sons, who we're sitting OH the front
steps, jumped up hastily, took
charge of Mr.. Briscomb's satcilcl,
and dragged II chair out on TO the
porch and pressed him into it.
These were Mr.. Briscomb'S
boartlers-Ruth Haines, WHO had
come from the next county to teach
the district school; and Horace Ben,
nett, who was surveying for the
new railroad and buying land there
for.
1t was whispered that most of
The surveying had been done in the
of the school house,
The children bearing witness to the
Iact that the young surveyor was a
very frequent visitor, and that
hardly day passed that he was
lot OH hand to walk home with the
furr--nsald--z5N n: Rriscomb, re-
his travel-sta;ned hat and
Hiping his forehead.
And he stopped short, and APP
leared to fall into a reyerie.
His companions were silent
They were not quite sure which
would be the more appropriate
sympathy or congratulation.
Mr.. Briscomb had been TO a point
several miles distant, to receive the
left him by a brother who
had died six months agO-the six
having been consumed by
d slow and sure system of proba-
ting.
"He was worth more than any
body thought" said Mr.. Briscomb
at last, abruptly. 'He left Martha
and the boys more than they. call
ever use up if they try; and he left
me six thousand dollars"
The surveyor and thelittle school
teacher looked at each other breath
lessly.
TO them, working hard for theil
modest earnings, and more thai
approaching the value of money, il
seemed an overwhelming amount
"I've got it right here, MIR. Bris-
comb continued, tapping bis breast
pocket, ''and it's worried me all the
way home. You see, don't know
What in the name of goodness to de
with it.n
'sThat's the last thing that would
trouble me-" said Horace, brislkly
and Ruth laughed, as she always
did at Hora e's sallies.
"There's the bank" Mr. Briscoml
went on, musingly, "but I'm aiIait
of banks. And there's the rail
roads; | suppose [ might take stocl
in some Of them. But l amt par
tial to railroads, either. | guess Ii
better keep it by me Till Eve looked
around a llLtle," he concluded, rub
bling his chin dlsturbedly.
"Where will you keep it?" sait
Ruth, wonderlngly.
"Well, Ive been thinking abou
that" Mr.. Briscomb responded
looking at the porch floor with con
tracted brows. ~ thought Of TIL
back Of the old settee, and inside
of tile straw tick, and the c:ocl
case; but I're come to the conclu
sion that they be the iirst'place
anybody'd look. Finally l though
Of the very thing. There's a loos'
board up i'll The floor OF my room
the northwest corner-just room
for a box uudcr it. can put In,
trunk over it, and there it is. NJ
body'd think Of going there"
"Nobody but me-" said Horace
cheeriully. 81 should know exact
ly where to CO.,
at which Ruth laughed again
and Mr.. Brlscolnb smiled absently
He was very fond Of his board
ers; he often wondered bow b
could have thought the Old hOuS
cheerful before they came, an,
what he should do when they wcr
gone.
"l'd better get it off my mind,
he Said, rising, "I'll go aud do
nUw.n
And he went into the wide ha
aud up the stairs.
'.He ought to invest 1T at once,
said Horace, disapprovingly. "He'
always be uneasy while he has
on his hands"
81 am afraid So" said Ruth, lool