San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-01-03
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bsr braatb $50 per cent.
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70 annie barxestiiav the ,aoi
preston of hisNips. g the f'' oEaiue
"The madderA she o.
show. Brother MSpp4i county.
able"
Mr.. Moppet drove ISSUED from the
Hill, drove an excellenesads in Texas
ornamental wood stove, n , hr;dos
siveIy interviewed every Rdra" oIluE p
town, and set forth to retShe o. AL
wagon just at dusk.
Its a warm day for the 3e or pusl-
said he, and it's easier traveew ones
horse arter dark. 1t amt badN
come to think on t. beat Brosupany
down pretty well ON the price, and Stheir
dollar'n half to cart the thing hon
these bumpy roads They lowed twenA The
lars for it, and got it for fifteen. M
my time and trouble and wheel weary
horsehesh into consideration, guess | won
say othin' about the odd five dollars. Bus
ness is business. It's q proper, pretty pat I
tern, too-thistle leaves and acorns. I'd like
one the same fashion in my best room, and"
with a long whistle-"why shouldn't have
it, There's that second handed stove Gran
ther Atkins took for debt from Scion
Grubb. It's jest standin' rustin away in his
back wood she'd I'll fetch it home tomorrow
and black it up, and let Elder Meachan sup
pose l got bargain from somebody; and I'll
have the nice new stove for myself, and no.
bodyll be none the wiser, now that Gran'ther
Atkins is confined to his bed with creepin'
paralysis and Absalom Parker's up in the
wood lots, chopin down trees for winter
firewood It's good idee. I'm glad hap
pened to think Of it,"
He drew rein opposite the Atkins house.
All was dark and quiet there save the one
red light that burned in old Mr. Atkins bed
room.
At that identical moment, had he but
known it, Absalom Parker-the old mans
general factotum-was hanging over the gar
den gate of his own place, talking to pretty
Nancy among the purple dahlias and quilted
asterS.
And it was no difficult task for a man of
John Moppet's physical strength skillfully to
lift the old stove out of its place in the outer
shed into his wagon.
"Git up, Prince!" he muttered to his horse,
shaking the reins, and away they went.
Elder Meachan was not quite satisfied with
| the bargain The church brethren, too,
would have preferred a new stove, consider
| ing the money they had spent; but Brother
| Moppet was man in authority, and they
were compelled to acquiesce in his choice.
Nancy was delighted with the new acqui-
| stion for the best room.
"Oh, isn't it pretty" said she.
YES" nodded Mr.. Moppet, rubbing his
hands, ''it'll sort O. dress up the room for your
| weddin'."
my weddingr
jest so. I've arranged matters with Web
ster Wixon, and"-
Nancy burst into tears, and ron out of the
room.
MIR. Moppet glared balefuIly ter her
She shall marry him!" mutteFed he, 'or
she shall be no darter O. mine! Iwon't be
set at defiance by -, Why, helloa. 'bsalom
Parker, what brings you heref"
"Mr Atkins is took wuSs this art,ny ~
Salu AoSalom, standing at the door'monlye
| off," n,cr,-
1t was Saturday afternoon. AS NJ Cen
pet drove by the church door he saw itbrae.
| of wood being delivered for the first u ~.
| the seasons ~
Jest in time!" said he to himself SO
| a frosty feel III the air -
Grandfather Atkins lay among his pillo :,
like wrinkled old ghost
John" said he, all I've got in the world
| is yours, but think I'd ought to tell you
where I've hid it, sense the bank robbery
give me such a scare"
Certainly, certainly" said his son-in-Iaw,
with eager eyes, like those of bird of prey.
I've hid it away
John Moppet placed his ear close to the pal
lid lips.
six Observation-Disclosures bills
YES, yes-go onW
Folded up in an old number of The Horn
Hill Gazette''-
IAN Old number of The Horn Hill Gazette
Il understand" repeated Moppet
"ln the old stove out in the shedl" gasped
the old man. Il knowed nobody wouldn't be
| likely to look there! It's yours, John Mop
| pet-every cent of it. And mind you, don't
| spend it in no extravaganza"
So speaking, the old miser closed his dim
eyes and went where there is neither money
nor counting of money.
John Moppet uttered an exceedingly bitter
ha rap1aTn harai tba E1btAd yna%.,l, he