The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1888-05-05

She turned pink all over, her own
eyes fell, and she did not speak again
all the evening. Not that her silence
was noticed, however.
The two Quakeresses had been nearly
month at the Nutting Farm, and the
dreary place had gradually begun to as
sumo something of home-like look,
when one evening David Lorn came
over across the sere stretches of meadow
land.
"Calphurnia's sent you dried-peach
pie" said he, carefully setting down
something wrapped in a napkin. Gas
for me, moved them barrels of cider
today"
''Did theeG' said Friend Ruth, knit
ting composedly away at a gray
yarn stocking, while Patience made
haste to set away the pie.
"But there's one l calculate you
wouldn't hev sold If you had known
what was in in it." went on David.
81 sold them all to thee" said Miss
Plumb, in her gentle, decided way
''all nine of them, at 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, ''we will
deduct that from the rest, and thee can
give me the change. l think we need
not differ as to that"
There wasn't no cider in ltw dog
gedly persisted the young farmer
''But there was something else-there
was money in itF
Money! repeated Miss Ruth, let
ting the knitting needles drop into her
lap.
Yes, money! nodded David Lorn-
fourteen rolls of gold half-cagles,
twenty in roll, all wrapped up in old
wooden stockiag-legs and packed in
cotton batting, SO they shouldn't clink
nor rattle, with saIt-hay wedged in
around 'em, and the cask headed up
exactly like the eight others. And 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 arter 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 !" repeated
Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling a
little. 'But Friend David, sold the
barrels and contents to thaep
''Hang it ALL" shouted David, rising
to his feet, edo you suppose I would
swindlc you and Patience in this sort of
way2 Here is the money diving into
his pockets, and finging down the
packets on the table, with resoundlng
clink. II am no thief, Miss Ruth
never coveted my neighbor' goods until
nown
Friend Ruths eyes, faded yet still
bright sought his agitated face with
gentle questioning.
keep the money, Friend David"
said she. 'Poor though l am, 1 would
forfeit more than that sooner than
cause fellow-creature to offendp
cit amt the money that l covet,"
said David, in desperation. cts
Patiencel No, little girl, don't
run awayr' as Patience's eyes in
stinctively turned toward the door.
~ think you must have suspicioned it
long ago. The house is that lonesome
since you went away, that can't stand
it no longer, If can't have you for
my wife, Patience, I'll sell the old place
and 60 to sea. Thcrem
Patience's long-.ashed eyes dropped.
'It--it would be a pity that you
should DO that. said She
And then she hid her face on Aunt
Ruths plump shoulder.
So Patience went to live at the Lorn
farmhouse, and Friend Ruth stayed
where she was, and the money was
equally divided between auat and
niece. Aad Miss Plumb makes a com
Portable livelihood out Of tho sale Of the
'Newtown pippin', "gilliaower' and
''Northeln Spy apples from the or
chards planted by Ezra Nutting.
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