The Somerset reporter., 1891-02-19

H.e some ana We II ftt Al there al
mori..h
Good - said Jededlah T@omJ.ey. ~
bright ideAm
Accordingly. to the widow surprise
Simon took the seed over; AMI The SOW
ing done, brought baek 10 his master
waiting In the wagon under the trees
three or four specimens Of the same ore
which Je ie iiah took, at once, to Il cell
brsiei mine-alogst OF the nearest town
who declared that where these came from
there was assuredly a gold mine. An'
trembling with delight, Jededah went
back to walk around the widows h)usr
in the mo mi ght, where she seeing hin
through the curtains, took him for I
tramp, and was frighic1ed almost GU
Of her senses.
seyeral Shings happened to startle hel
that day. The first was the appearance
Of Simon at the door in the early dawn
as she was boiling her solitary cup OF
coffee over some spl nters of wood.
"Widder,n Simon whispered, soemnly
:. Tend to what | say, and don't forge
it. Mister Twombley Is going TO make
you an Offer for your place. DON'T LEI
him have IL cheap. Rise on hin as bolf
as brass. Don't chin about anything
Don't tell him nothin'. Jest say i
won't sell 1t for that until YOU gel
whapll keep you comfortable. Mind, dc
as say don't ask questions, don't cain
you'll give yourself away
Il don't half understand you,
said the widow; 'you hev such clriou.
expressions kinder. hut If Cousin Jede
diah offers much for two acres Of stone
and house ke this, he's gpin' crazy"
'Mebbe he's seen ghost" said Simon
hut you mind me-
lie WAS oil Not too soon, for the
wheels Of Jededah Twombleys wagon
ratified down the road the next moment
and Jedediah stood at tie door in place
Of his servant
what you said, kind o. teched me yes
terday, Samanthp.n he said, land I've
been thinking. What y0u want is rest.
Sell your place and 20 board in the vii
lage. I'll buy it, 1t ain't worth much,
but whatl you takei"
The widow looked at him II was no.
benevolence that shone in his eyes, but
greed.
"Well?' she said, cautiously; some Of
the same blood ran in her VEINS, and she
could bargain also. well, what'll you
siver
Five hundred doll ms = said the rich
man. "EhY'
Samanthy shook her head.
"Eighi,'
''Lor,' no. said SamanthY.
"a thousand - said Jededah.
II reckon youc calculating I'm half
wl,ted," said Samanthy.
'ohe knows about the gold said Je-
dediah TO himself 'or-yes, some one
else knows and has made her an otlor.'
The miaer aud the gambler sometimes
mingle in one mau. They had in Jede-
diah Twombley.
Fifteen thousant dol ars.' he cried
hurredly. You can live comsortably on
that, eh2'
"Grandfathcr's ghost has appeared"
thought Samanthy.
WELL she said, 'lf you'll drive ov-
er TO the lawyers, and pay me now, II.
do 1t.
The minutes after this, the two were
sitting side by side in the wagon. Two
hours more, Samauthy was, in her opin
ion, rich woman. with no fear OF suffer-
ing before her, and no more need to tot
for her bread She was to leave the cot
tase that day, and bewilderel by her sud
den prosperity, she was packing her few
possessions, when again, as in the daan,
Simon stood at her door.
"Sold it," he asked
YES" said the widow breathessly;
"for fifteen thousand dollars. | reckon
grandpa appeared TO him."
Simon put his hands in his pocket and
drew out bunch of something.
whats that" he asked.
The widow l)oked at what he held
toward her.
ITS bit of the rubbish | threw out of
that case there she said.
It, gold ore, said Simon. "Your
Calf rny boarder hsd It of specimens
of 1t In that case; he often showed EN- to
me | was miner once. took an inter-
est in EN-. You throwed 'em into the
radish bed | dug ZEN out of it. | just
slowed 'em to Mister Twombley. His
idee has always been there's gold in these
mountings. He thinks there's gold on
your place.,
"And he wanted to give me five hun
dred dollars - said the widow.
'1ts all right for you and | didn't tell
no lies said Simon. Il did dig up them
specimens in the radish bed.
The widow lives at ease in the village
now, aud keeps her own counsel; and
there is big hole, with wiudlaSs near
ii, where her home once stood People
call it "Twombley's Folly" but ,]c iediah
Twombley intended it for a gold mine and
spent little fortune also in working it
several yearS.-N. Y. Ledger.