The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-01-03


these compositions from tho pile before
him, he began to talk to himsolf, as
people who live lonely life are some-
times in tho habit OF doing: can these
long years." he said, ''and have never
found anything Of value. No wills, no
bank notes, no trace Of my lost family
nothiag that people in my business arc
always fading in storics," and as ho
said this his black eye fell upon namo
writ,on in chi'ds struggling hand on
the back of one OF the papers h, held
"Ruth Sands Morris" and underneath,
in tho teachers writing "vory good,
indeed, for little girl OF ten.''
Tho old man hastily uatied tho ribbon
with trembling hands, and with a
strange light breaking over his wrinklcd
lace, uarolled tho paper, turning his
blue eye upoa it, began to read. Aud
this is what he read:
A STORY.
Some girls-most girls well, anyhow
a good many girls-do not like to write
compositions. do.
When grow up hope to bo an au-
thor and write stories and perhaps
PONIES for all the great magazines and
papers, and somo day may be whole
book.
My mama says my grandfather, the
ono l have never seen, was very iond OF
literaychure.
Lteraychuro means things that are
made up out of peoples heads and then
printed. do not mean all peoples
heads for hundred, and hundreds have
not that kind of head, but smart pco-
PIES heads.
He used to be always talking rimes
and it is about him my story is to be.
Ho was very good man, but very fun
ny. Not the funny to make folks
laugh, but the other funny. He had
one black eye and one blue one, and
he wa, always falling into a refcroe.
Referees are when you thiak so hard
you do not know anything at all. Well,
when my mamma was little littler
than me, her father-that is my grand
father, Of coursc-went one day to see
an old friend OF his off to loren coun-
try, and after he sail good-by to his
friend in Tho cabin, he went up on deck
and fell into AWFUL re erec and the
ship carried him off too.
Tncre was dreadful timc when ho
dill not come homo, and grandma shut
up the bookstore-hs kept second
hand bookstore-for three whole days
and nights, and then she could not get
along that way, SO she opened it again.
In u long time they got letter from
Grandfather Sands, and it begun: "Oh!
10 not be di.trcys~d for me, a,ainst my
will borne off to sea, for l think good
.uck will como Of it," and the rest was
that he was in O.trayier and was going
to stay there year or so until he made
a lot OF money cause thcre was lots Of
money there and monkeys and parrots
i wish had oac-aHd savage.
Grandma sent al sweT, but sho
never got letter from him again. And
then after five years some one cam,
back from thcr, and sail the savages
had XII led him. Savagos do not care
for rines and ltcryturo. Ard grand
mo'Nor sold all her books and furniture
'c some feather beds and went 10
Amcrca--we livel in England first
no dill not for / was not on Garth yet
not till good while after, but the other
members OF tn, family did. And my
mamma gr,w up hero to DO lovely
maiden and got married but she was
not very happy, for somebody drank.
1t il a awful thi,g 10 drink. do not
mean tea, or coffoo, or lemonade, or
milk, or likeris water, or plain water,
but other things, and often wish the
savages had let gran !ather alone, and
then he would have como home and
mamma would hav, marriel some other
arson and would not hive been des-
olate widow with two lirl, and ono
boy.
1.-THE end or finis.1
The moment the oil man had finished
reading this story he seized hi, hat,
flung it upon his head and rushed into
Mrs. Dol Ps--thc kid glove cleaner
wiihou. even stopping to knock at tht
door, which was such an unusual thing
for him to do that Mrs. Dolf started III
from her work ia the greatest astonish
mcnt, drop ing til. bottle she was hold
lag in ono hand on tho floor, where i
roke and made the room smell like
well, two hundred pairs Of cleaned
kid gloves.
Where docs-if you please. maan
Mr.. Dolf buy his clothes!' asked he,
"Groat gricll what has happened
Can it be possible that tho old follow il
going to tuv some new clothes for him
SELF said Mr.. Doif to herself, ant
then she answered out loud. He hasn'
bous ht any for year or so, Mr.. VAST
Paper, but when he does Luy 'em h
goes to NJ. Lucky's, right around th'
next corner, two blocks dowr. Lucky
dead now and Gutter q Som have tn,
place."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Mr.
Waste Paper, throwing two bright sill
. yer quarters into the lap of littl
Cncrry, who was sitting on the door
siil, with her kitten in her arms, ant
, hurryilg awiy.
Aad the old man, dressed il ney
gray suit and mic, straw hat, VIII
called that aftcra oon, first on Mis-
, Abeecy, the school mi'tress, where h
obtained tho address of Ruth Sand
Morris, who had left school about
r year before to live in the Village o
WIldrose, not very far away, and the
, at .he ''Safeandsure Savings Bank,
, where he drew out a thousand dollar
in brand new bank-n didn't loo
much like NJ. Waste Paper, but it wa
, he all The same.
\ The next morning. Mrs. Morri', tn
pretty widow who lived in the one an,
, a-half story cottage by the woods, i
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