Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1895-11-07

4Gll o. tears.
"oh. Charles, said she, ''how can
you speak to me SOP"
Because I am a brute, dear, said
1, fairly melted. Forgive me, and
we will fling the paltry money into
the fire before we'll let it scatter the
seed of division between us"
mo, Charles, don't do that, +"
said Jenny, laughing through her
tears. Lets put it in the savings
bank"
Agreed, said I, sealing the bar
gain with one of our old-fashioned
kisses. and, apropos of saving
banks, did 1 tell you about Greene?"
No What about him?"
why, he and his wife have just
moved into theprettiest little gothic
cottage you ever saw, just the other
side of the Harlem bridge, with a
lawn and garden, and space beside
to keep a little Attorney COW"
Rented it?"
mo, bought it."
why. Charlie, how can that beP
Mr.. Greene has only two or three
hundred a year more than you, and
it takes money to buy places in the
country, you know"
"All savings bank, my dear wife,
said I. ''Greene tells me that he
and his wife have been saving up for
years, with special reference to this
country home for their children.
They began with q fifty-cent piece.
+ I'VE can do better than thatr'
said Jenny, with bright eyes.
'Please God, dear Charley, our lit
tie fellow shall have a green and
sunny place to play in before he is
many years older. will do without
the silk"
'And I'll make the old overcoat
last another season, at the very
least, added
And well give UP all such non
sense as new carpets"
And gold watches"
And foolish suppers and wines
and everything else that isn't abso-
iutely necessary, said Jenny, com
prehensively.
The next morning, bright and
early, as soon as business hours
would permit, 1 went and deposited
the one hundred dollar bill in the
nearest savings bank.
A week afterward Mr.. Marble
came in in a friendly way. Mr.. Mar
BILE is the lawyer who transacted
Uncle Moses Manson's financial af-
fairs-a plump, bald-headed, deep
voiced old gentleman. who always
dresses in spotless black and wears
big steel ring on the little finger
of his left hand.
49," said he, you've invested
that hundred dollars, have your"
eyes, said 1, with the complacent
air of one who has a bank account.
But how did you know it, Mr.. Mar
ble?"
''Oh, 1 know a good many things"
said he. oracularly. But what is
the idea of it?"
Economy" struck in Jenny,
proudly. We are saving now, Mr.
Marble. Wemean to have a home for
little Charley-a garden full of roses
and pinks and strawberries-one of
these days.
And a very laudable ambition, 8"
said MIR. Marble, in that smooth,
oily way of his. How much would
such q place cost now2"
Charles thinks if we waited for a
bargain we could secure it for about
seven thousand dollars" answered
Jenny, promptly.
Buy it now, then" said Mr. Mar
bic. Here's a check for eight thou
sand"
'Eh?" cried I, breathlessly.
"a check, the old lawyer went
on, signed by your Uncle Manson,
payable to the order of his niece,
Jane Anne Evarts. All, you may
well look astonished. He was an
eccentric old chap, this uncle of
yours, Mrs. Evarts, and 1 have his
written Instructions to keep an eve
on the manner in which you invest
that one hundred dollars bequest of |
his. If it is squandered in any
foolish way he writes. there is an
end or the matter. Put my money
all in the hospital for hunchbacks. !
If they show any disposition tosave,
help them with this check for eight |
thousand dollars, 10 be expended |
only in the purchase of real estate.
My young friends, 1 congratulate
you. And Mr.. Marbles spectacles
beamed upon US ike two full moons.
This is how We became possessed
OF our lovely little country home,
where Charley thrives like a growing
flower and Jenny fits about in a |
broad-brimmed gardening hat, trim
ming roses, pruning gooseberries,
and nlanfino LIZ hr1lhs And IL