Connecticut western news., 1889-01-09

these competitions from the plto Dolore him, he began to talk to himself, as people who 1.-Two lonely life are some- times in the habit of doing: .'Atl these long years," ho said, "and have never found anything of value. No wills, no bank notes, no trace of my lost family nothing that people in my business are always finding in storics," and as he said this his black eye fell upon name writton in Q chi.ds struggling hand on the back of one of the papers ho held "Ruth Sands Morris, and underneath, in the teachers writing, "Vsry good, indeed, for little girl of tcn.''
 Tho old man hastily united the ribbon with trembling hands, and with a strange light breaking over his wrinkled ;acc, unrolled the paper, turning his bluc eye upon it, began to read. And this is what hc read:
 Some gitls-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 pomcs for all tho great magazines and papers, and some day may be whole book.
 My mama says my grandfather, the one have never seen, was very fond of literaychure.
 Literaychuro means things that are made up out of peoples heads and then printed. Ido not mean all peoples heads for hundreds and hundreds have not that kind of hoad, but smart peo- pie's heads.
 He used to be always talking rimcs and it is about him my story is to be. He was very good man, but very fua- ny. Not tho funny to make folks laugh, but the other funny. He had one black eye and one blue one, and he wal always falling into referee. Referees arc when you think so hard you do not know anything at all. Well, when my mamma was a little Hitler than me, her fathcr-that is my grand father, of coursc-went one day to 500 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 dc ok and fell into aw Ill TO eree aud thu ship carried him off too.
 Thero was dreadful timc when he diI not como homo, and grandma shut up the bookstore-he kept second- hand bookstorc-for three wholo days an nights, and then sho could not get along that way, so she opened it again. In long timo they got letter from Grandfather Sands, and it begun: "Oh! do not -be distressed for.mc, against my will borne off to sea, for think good luck will como of it," and the rest was that he was in Ostrayler and was going to stay there a year or so until he made l lot of money. cause there was lots of money there and monkeys and parrots -I wish had one-and savagea. Grandma sent an answer, but she never got letter from him again. And thon after fivo years some one camo back from thero and said the savagcs had killed him. Savagcs do not care for rimos and litcryture. And grand mother sold all her books and furniture e; some feather bods and went to Amcrica-we lived in E ,gland first no I did not for I was not on earth yet not till good while after, but the other mem bcrs of tn, family did. And my mamma grew up hero to be lovely maiden and got married but she was not very happy, for somebody drank. It is awful thing to drink. l do not mean tea, or coffee, or lemonade, or milk, or likeris water, or plain w.ter, but other things, and I often wish the savagcs had lot geand father alone, and then ho would have como home and mamma would hav, married some other p,rson and would not have been dcs. olate widow with two girls and ont boy.
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 The moment the oil man had finished reading this story he seized his hat flung it upon his head and rushed int, Mrs. DolI's--the kid glovo cleaner without even stopping to knock at th door, which was such an unusual thing for him to do that Mrs. Dolf started u1 from her work in the greatest astonish ment, dropl ing tho bottle she was hold ing in one hand on tho floor, whero i roke and made the room smell lik --woll, two hundred pairs of cleaned kid gloves.
 'Whero docs-if you please, ma an MI. Dolf buy his clothes!' asked he
 "Grcat gricil what has happened Can it be possible that tho old fellow going to luy some new clothes for him scl:2' said Mrs. Dolf to herself, ant then she answered out loud, 'Ho hasn' bought any for a year or so, MT. Vast Paper, but when ho does luy 'em h goes to M-. Lucky's, right around tn rcxt corner, two blocks down. Lucky dead now and Gutter & Son. have tn place."
 'Thauk you, ma am," said Mr Waste Paper, throwing two bright sil yer quarters into the lap of littl Cacrry, who was sitting on tho door
 il, with her kitten in her arms, an hurryilg away.
 And tho old man, dressed ia ne, gray suit ard nico straw hat, wh called that aftcra oon, first on Mi Abcccy, tho school mistress, where h obtained the address of Ruth Sand Morris, who had left school about year before to 1.-Two in the Village ( Wildrosc, not very far away, and the at the "Safcandsuro Savings Bank, , whcro he drew out & thou and dollar in brand new bank-notcs didn't loo much like MT. Waste Paper, but it wa he all the same.
 The next morning, Mrs. Morris, tf pretty widow who lived in the one- an