The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1888-09-27

shat ia by al those crooked eppls tree.
al, is here. I~ish ws vsss osasx 10 lis'
here"
X II ~ish 40 With sli my hssss r. cries
hospiisble c.lphurnia ''Dont Jon
David Y"
\ Don't 1. thoash Y said David.
And Patience chsncins 10 leok sudden
ly up. caught The sparkle q his franl
brown eyes nrod full on ~ face. sh,
turned pink sll over. her ovu eyes fell
and she did 90. speak again III the even
ing Her siieacc Vas NOD sotiosi, hos
ever. Friend Ruth. - Il happsoed. wS'
ie-csDsing 10 her slow way - . new pat.
tern 10 rag carpet weaving. - PA,isnc,
took refuge under the seotls uarnur ol
her words.
The two Qaakeressss hsd hosu nssrly I
month At the Nustius farm, "a tho drsa-
" place hsd gradually bessa 70 assums
something Of homslike Loot uhsp ous
evening DAVID Lorn came ovr sssoss the
sere stretches Of meadow land.
.'CAlpLurniss ssat you sdrke1 psach
pis. " said he. csssfaIiy ssssiuS do~a scus
thing 10 napkin. "As for me. ! moved
them barrels Of cider 70 day
"Did thee " said Friend Rsth, COM
posedly knitting away u . gray yarn
stocking. while Patience made haste 10 eel
away the pie.
But there's one calculate you would
Mt have sold me il you bad known what
was in II. went on David.
II sold them oil to thee said Miss
Plumb 10 her gentle. decided way. "all Of
them at y dollar and half barrel. With
me, Friend David. bargain means .
bargain"
but one Of 'em hadn't no cider in it,
"Then." said Miss Plumb. I'VE will de-
duct that from the rest and thee can give
me the change. / think We q, cd not dif
fer ss TO that"
There wasn't no cider 10 il !" doggedly
persisted the young farmer. "But there
was something else there was money r
money II repeated Miss Ruth. letting
the knitting needles drop into her lap.
"Yes, money" nodded David LorD;
"ionrteen rolls Of gold half eagles, twenty
10 roll. all wrapped up In old woolen
stocking legs and packed in cotton batting
so they shouldn't clink nor rattle. With
salt hay wedged in around EN-. aud the
cask headed up exactly like the eight
others. Now know why old Ezra Nut
ting used to be so cranky about keeping
his cider barrels locked up. and Why be
went ou. to look to il himself every night,
long after he wasn't ft to cross the thresh.
old. That was his bsnk; that Was where
he kept his ssvings-fourtesn hundred
dollars"
Fourteen hundred dollars r repeated
Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling q lit
tie. "But. Friend David, sold tho bar
rels aud their contents to thee"
Hang it all |" shouted David, rising
to his feet. "do you suppose l would swim
die you and Patience IN that way? Here
is the money" diving into bis pockets and
finging down the packets on the table With
q resounding clink. Il am no thief. Miss
Ruth never coveted my neighbor's
goods until now T.
Friend Ruth's eyes, faded yet still
bright, sought his asitatsd face with gem
tie questioning.
keep the money, Friend David" said
she. Poor though am. would forfeit
more thaa that sooner than cause fellow
creature TO offend.
1T amt the money that covat," said
David. in desperation. ITS Patience.
No, little girl, don't run swsy," rs Pa
tience's eyes instinotively turned toward
the door. Il think you must have sus-
picioned IL long ago. The house Is that
lonesome since you went away that l can't
stand it any longer. II can't have you
for my wife, Patience. Ill sell the old
place and go to sea. There r
Pstience's long lsshed eyes dropped.
"It-it would be pity that thee should
do that" said she.
And then she bid her lace on Aunt
Ruth's plump shoulder
So Patience went 10 live at the Lorn
farmhouse aud Friend Ruth stayed where
she was and the money was equally divid
ID between aunt aud niece. Miss Plumb
makes comfortable livelihood out OF the
sale Of the Newton pippins. Gillidower
sud Northern Spy apples from the old
orchards planted by Ezra Nutting.
"But sell them by the barrel only
,aid she; never for cider making.
have prejudice against that sort ofa
hing"