The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1890-10-31

III Lhefc any OF TINS deDL JutJ money
can pay" he said; but Beatrice made
dcprccatory movement
"Please don't talk of money" said she.
There is nothing we have done which
Captain Burton would not have done for
US had our position been reversed.
And
"Hallo!" CALCULATED Mr.. Zadoc John
son, as Beatrice opened the door Of the
little family sitting-rOom at that mo-
ment "NsElo, Where on earth did you
get that old cabinet Of teakwOod?'
1--WE bought it at the second hand
store" said Beatrice. isn't it beauti-
full"
Its miner said Zadoc johnson.
How can it be yours" Indignantly
cross-qUestioned Bee, when l bought
il and paid for it, my very own self?'
This is very strange" said Zadoc.
Il think so, too" said Beatrice.
And then Mrs. Field came in, and the
eccentric old gentleman was presented
to her.
Madam" said Mr. Johnson, ~
thank you and your daughter for your
kindness to my cousin benjamin Bur-
ton"
Mrs. Field colored, and grew pale. as
shy as a girl, as she murmUred = word
1T is my belief" said Zadoc. that
your attention and care have saved his
life"
And then, abruptly dismissing the
subject, he walked up TO the old cabi-
net opened its doors, shifted its sweet,
faint scent, and, turning 10 Bee, he de-
manded:
What will you sell me this piece of
furniture for?''
at isn't for sale,'' said Bee, almost
ready to cry. 1T is my birthday gift to
mamma"
well, well, little girl, don't fret"
said Mr.. Johnson, good-humoredly. "It
used TO belong to me, and I've rather a
notion for ii. But you shall not be
teased if you don't choose to part with
it Goodbye, ma'am- Goodbye, little
girl"
And with this cheerful leave-taking
he departed
Mrs Minden was elegantly dressedin
heliotrope-colOred satin and ChantilIy
lace, when Uncle Zadoc presented him
self 1t was her ''at home" day, and
she took pride in her toilets. But when,
instead of General de Limos, or Mr.
Bonnefcuilles, or any other of those
glasses of fashion and molds of form,
ance, she turned pale.
''Good-day, Niece Amelia" said the
eccentric old gentleman I've come to
look At my teakwoOd cabinet"
Its sent away to be mended,"
gasped Mrs. Minden-
That's a falsehoodr' said Uncle
ZadOc. You felt yourself too fine TO
be hampered with my old fashioned
furnifura non u,11 - -1.y
dealer, lockwood, for FIVE dollars.
Love me, love my dog, says the Proverb.
Love me, love my old cabinet say /.
] dare say Tn not good enough for you,
now you've grown 10 be such an elegant
city lady; SO gOod-bye"
Out walked Uncle Zadoc before Mrs.
Minden could collect her senses TO stay
him.
What curious whim urged the old
bachelor no one ever knew, but instead
of retaining his luxurious quarters at
the st. Barbe Hotel, Mr.. johnson en-
gagged room in the tenement-hOuse
where his second cousin, Captain Ben
Burton. lived.
II like the kind Of people meet
here" said he, briefly.
And at the end of a month he pre-
sented himself before Mrs. Field.
Madam" said he, Il like you. What
is more, ! respect you. / want my old
cabinet and / should like to have
fathers right in your little Beatrice.
We are neither Of US young, but there's
nothing 70 prevent our being happy.
VIII you marry me?"
Mrs Field looked really pretty as
the pink bushes mantled her delicate
face.
''Oh, Mr.. Johnson" said she. ~ can
hardly believe you mean it"
''Send for parson, ma'am, and you
will soon find out whether | do or not, F"
said Zadoc Johnson.
So they were quietly married, to Bees
infinite delight
He's Just the sort of step-father i
should like" said she, gleefully.
Once welded, old Zadoc Johnson took
an elegant house, furnished it in prince
ly fashion, set the teakwOod cabinet in
the best parlor. and invited Captain
Ben Burton to live with them always.
Mrs. ZadOc Johnson was serenely
happy, and Beatrice exultant- AS for
the captain, he chuckled.
''Zadoc Johnson never did do any
thing by halves" said he.
And whom Mr.. Minden saw the notice
OF the marriage in the daily papers, he
swOre a prOdigious imprecation-
It's all your fault, Amelia" said he.
IF you never had sold that teak wood
cabinet all this wouldn't have hap
penCd!'
You always did lay the blame of
every thing on mc!' whimpered Mrs.
Minden--Anny Randolph, in n Y.
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