New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-12-29

'1t'll make a tirst-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 q fire in the Big black
throated chimney of the old farm
house.
.4It's cold weather, even if the fust
hard frosts haven't come yet, said he.
And the house needs airin' up. An
guess Miss Plumb-Friend Ruth, l
mean--you 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'll be proper glad to see
you"
1t CHANGED that between repairs,
airing and adding to tie arrears OF
furniture, Friend Ruth and her niece re-
manned at the Lorn homestead for g.
week, during which time Miss Calphur-
MIA, began, under Friend Ruth's direc-
tons, to weave 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 a. 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
Quakeress, lit isn't as pleasant at
Nutting farm. shut in by all those
crooked apple trees, as it is here. l
wish we were going to live here"
II wish SO, too, with all my heart!"
cried hospitable Calphurnla. sDon'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 a 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 ola home
like look, when one evening David
LOrn came over across the sere
stretches Of meadow land.
*Calphurnias sent you a dried
peach pie" said he, carefully setting
down something in napkin Castor
me, ! moved them barrels Of cider to.
day"
did thee9" said Friend Ruth. knit
ting ccmposedly away at a 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.
II 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, eve will
deduct that from the rest, and thee
can give me the change I think we
need not differ as to that"
t'There WASH t no cider in it," dog
gedly persisted the youngfarmer. "But
there was something else-there was
money!"
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
was where he kept his savings-four-
teen hundred dollars"
Fourteen hundred dollars" repeat
ed Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling
a little. "But, Friend David, l sold
the barrels and their contents to thee
Chang it all!' shouted David, rising
to his feet, "do you suppose 1 would
swindle you and Patience that way?
Here is the money! diving into bis
pockets. and hinging down the packets
on the table with q resounding clink.
III am no thief, Miss Ruth! l never
coveted my neighbours goods until
now!"
Friend Ruth's eyes, faded, yet still
bright, sought his agltated face with
gentle questioning.
"Keep the money, Friend David, ;"
said she. Poor though am would
forfeit more than that sooner than
cause 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's eyes instinctively
turned toward the door. II thiukyo
must havesuspicioned it long ago. The
house is Jnau lonesome since since you