The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1888-12-21
Chips dissatisfied ~soliloquy was as fol-

"No ~o -
lows:
The Morses had two old uncles, living on
at each end of the village. Uncle Cyrus WI
q selfish. %tyrannical man, and nobody like
him. He was shrewd, too. and it was gener
ally known that a relative in Chicago,
Colonel Littleton. when he died. intended t
leave all his o fortune to Cyrus.
Cyrus lived on the expectation. and tn
Morses hoped by treating him well to som
day share his wealth.
Uncle David lived alone. and was poo
and obscure. He, too, was closely related
to Colonel ittleton. the city millionaire; bu
no q supposedfor amoment that the quiet
u~nassuming David had any chance Q fheir.
ship, for he never Dragged oft, as did Uncle
Cyrus.
The Morses treated Uncle David veryin'
differently, but Chip liked him. He was
wont to make him kites, boats and sleds
and. as Chip thought of him, he went
straight to the nearest store, and with
grimace. setting aside his own longings for
a certain ball he had intended to treat him
self to, he expended his entire twenty-five
cents for a rough but durable pocket-knife.
and then started for Uncle David's humble
home.
Come in!" spoke q CHEEKY voice, and
Uncle David hastily secreted a letter he had
been reading. and seemed much confused
and excited.
You. eh. Chip? Well. how's the folks ?"
Mean as ever!" blurted out impetuous
Chip.
Tut, tut, lad"
Yes. they are. You know Colonel Little
ton is dead, and Uncle Cyrus is just strut
ting around. waiting to get a letter telling
him he's the heir, and the Morses can do
enough for him. They're giving him a big
Christmas-eve dinner tonight. You in
vited?"
"Ha. hum. Ireckon not"
You bet not! You're too poor. you are.
They're stuck-up noodles. and I like you.
Uncle David. and I'm going to leave them
and come here and live with you. I'm sick
Of them. Say. there's your Christmas pres
ent. If I had more money I'd buy you a
watch"
"Beou-tiful! beau-tiful!" chirruped Uncle.
David. Just the knife I wanted" And the
old man went into e%cstasies over the simple
gift.
Say. lad" he remarked. as Chip left the
house later, I'll be down to see the folks
about your coming to live with me-"
"Yes. do; I'm tired of shaving for them"
responded Chip.
Tired, too, was he of the cumbersome
meal to which he was invited. Uncle Cyrus,
in high expectation of the Littleton fortune,
was more boastful and domineering than
ever.
Halfway through dinner. there came a
ring at the door-bell. Then a servant en-
tered the room.
Gentleman with a letter. which he says
he wishes to see Mr.. Cyrus about" said the
All" chuckled Cyrus. swelling out with
pride, "a lawyer to notify MI formally that
Colonel Littleton has left me his Tor
doubtless! Show him in! show
Hello! it's only you'll"
Uncle Cyrus scowled dreadfully.
Yes. it's only me-" replied humble Uncle
David. MI. Morse. you often said the lad
Chip was a burden to you. I've come to
take him away"
That suits mel"
And. Cousin Cyrus, I got a letter this
morning."
"Aha!"
From Colonel Littleton's lawyer"
! expect one, too.
1T surprised me"
Expected q fortune, Ell? No. no; you get
fortune!"
Which I did"
What"
Yes; Colonel Littieton has left me all his
There was mourning at the Morse house
night. Uncle Cyrus, a deposed mon