The Springdale news., 1889-10-18
MISS GOLDEN'S LODGER.
Money Is Not the Only Thing on
 Earth Worth Having.

Earth w Orth EaVIng.
 After Mir. Golden had failed, and he and Miss Golden took to letting out the rooms in their house to lodgers, and she found it necessary to work hard at embroidery besides. and to give up all those pretty luXuries she had been used to, there came one day to the door a sparely-built man. rather handsome, but not very young, and just a little shabby, who asked if they had a room to spare for him.
 1t must be a very cheap one, said he, flor can't afford a good one. don't care how high up it is. and 1 don't want it to be furnished 1 have very good furniture of my own-.good enough for me; plenty good enough and don't wish to die in the poor house. No; don't wish to die in the poor-house. /"
 Miss Golden opened her eyes as the big man of ffiyeand-torty said this, but there was little hall bedroom on the top floor which stood in place of the traditional garrett and thither she conducted the gentleman who dreaded the poof-house so much. The room suited him, the rent suited him, he gave a well-known banker $ name as refer ence, and he declared himself to be Mir Moss.
 The banker to whom Mr. Golden went smiled peculiar smile and said:
 Highly respectable, and l feel sure he'll pay his rent.
 And the next day Mr Moss came with his furniture. A boy brought an old-fashioned cot, and straw bed, and a wooden stool, and little three legged table, and wanted fifty cents for his trouble, and took twenty-five in cash, and took the rest out in bad lan- guage on the doorstep, after he had been shut out Then Mr. Moss ar ranged his room himself and drew one teaspoonful of tea in a little tin tea pot, and had one roll and one radish for his supper Tie roll he bought; the radish he took from bunch on the grocer's counter.
 w hat are your radishes?n he said.
 Then he nipped one off, and walked away like an absent-minded gentle man.
 Poor soul, said Ellen Golden, Il do feel so sorry for him.
 So she smiled and nodded to him when he went out next day. and was always very careful to be civil to him. She knew what It was to be poor her. self. And what was cup of coffee now and then, or just a wedge of pie, or bowl of soup? It wasn't missed and one could do it in neighborlv fashion, for a man must be y poor to live so.
 And Miss Golden, who often laughed at the idea of owning such name she whose life was so little of it golden one-did thousand such little kind nesses. They had enough to eat and drink, her father and herself.
 Then, when the nights grew cold, their tenant, who could have no fire in his room, often warmed himself at that of his landlord. He was not without ideas, and he was by no means plain; but his brain was full of thoughts of one order thoughts of money; how people made it and lost it; how they got high interest for it; how they speculated with it and lost it; how unexpected legacies were left to some people, and how others waited in vain for dead mems shoes; and sometimes when Ellen Golden, who had touch of romance in her, hinted that, after all, money was not worth every thing else in life, he would stop short in his serious, solemn way, and say:
 My dear young lady, you don't think enough of money. It would be a terrible thing if you were so careless of it as to come to the almshouse in your old age. Many worthy people have come to the almshouse in their old age. J
 His grave. dark face, the little touch of foreign accent there was in his voice, his curiously earnest manner. all gave his words curious weight anl meaning.
 Ellen could not laugh at them.