The Springdale news., 1889-10-18


 tie earnings-some poor relative to support, for whom he deprives him self of eomfort-and we must be very good to him, papa. But won't you-you are older than he-won't you advise him to leave that odious Mr. Macklin and go where they will give him better wages ?,'
 And Mir Golden did broach the subject, but poor Mr. Moss only shook his head
 That hateful Mr. Macklin-how Ellen detested him.
 But no one is ever certain he is at his worst any more than he is at his best. Another misfortune came to Mir Moss and this is how:
 One day the tin leader that carried the water from the roof of the Golden house came loose. The rain rushed in at Mir. Moss window and drenched his floor The gentlemanly landlord came up in his dressing gown. and promised to send at once for a person to attend to the leader. The tenant quite good-humoredly stopped him:
 Come, come,' he said, you know my old adage-a penny saved is a penny got. You haven't any too much money, and you'd go and waste it paying worhing-people. I'll take your hammer and nails and that bit of tin you were going to throw away yesterday, and mend your roof for you. Fl do it at once. :"
 But, my dear sir I can't allow it, :" said Mr. Golden, politely.
 My dear sir. you won't use force to prevent me?o said Mr. Moss
 "Oh, dear, mo-" said Mr. Golden. But the roof is quite slope and very slippery. It is probably danger ous. At least wait.
 Meanwhile my furniture is being spoilt,o said Mr. Moss, looking at the homemade adornments of his room, ''and your ceiling, which you are shamefully eXtrayagant enough to for get. Sir, 1 am not amazed that you failed in business.
 Mr. Golden went downstairs at once.
 "Ellen. my love- be said, ''I have been cruelty insulted by our tenant l have done with him. "
 "Oh. papa,' said Ellen, it can not be. 'i
 "He alluded with scorn to my mis- fortunes in business, said Mr. Golden. Il did not retort Nobiesse o6lige, you know. No, no; he can't be gentle man.
 Just then there was an odd sound outside-a sound that made Ellen s blood eurdIe.
 "What is it, papa?' she cried.
 Perhaps Mir Moss has thrown his bed out of the window. said Mr. Golden.
 Then they rushed out into the gar den. There upon the great lilac bush. tlattened to the ground by=his weight. lay Mr. Moss. He had slipped from the roof. The house was only two stories and a-half high. But it was a fall that left little hope for life. He was senseless and covered with blood
 Poor Ellen screamed and came so near fainting as to lose all strength. Meanwhile the other lodgers had rushed down, and poor Mr Moss was carried into the parlor and placed on sofa and a doctor was called.
 Looking at the pale face, both father and daughter forgot the man s faults the former his late offense, the lat ter his odd counsels and reproofs
 When the doctor came they stood beside their friend in tears,
 1t bad case, said that worthy, when he had made an examination; but he may live. There'll be fever, probably delirium, though. You'd better send him to the hospital, if he $ only tenant, and you don't know his friends.
 Then he went away, having ban daged q limb and rib; and Ellen looked at her father. All he said was:
 "No, my dear. we won l..
 Then for many days they nursed the poor fellow, and he knew nothing of it; and the doctor was right about the delirium: and in it he raved of money, of stocks, of gold, of cent. per cent.
 One day Mr. MaclSlin called He presented his head at the door, and said, as Ellen opened it.
 Il say, ma am, what has happened to the old gentleman?'
 "Mr Moss is at deaths door," said Ellen. .'He has met with a terrible accident
 Sorry to hear it, :" said Mr. Mack lin; "and there'll be the deuce to pay at our place. He keeps things so in his own hands that if he cant be con suited it's hard to tell what to do. Is he uncon-cious?
 "Yes, said Ellen; "but, ST. can it be that Mr. Moss has occupied an inn portant place in your establishment? ?"
 Il should think he had, ;" said