The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-12-07

and clutter attlcs. "Waste not, want not"-"A penny saved is a penny earned" these were once household words, and it was a very shlftless and trifling Yankee who dld not adopt them as rules for daily guidance, The max Inns of Poor Richards Almanac" a textbook in many homes, and work that later generation condemns as educating the New Englander to close and sharp and schemlng habits of mind, was certainly very influential in inducing thrifty, saving, prudent ways of living,
 It was worth while, years ago, when most useful implements were far-tetch- ed and dear-bought, to be saving. Newspapers were few and far between, books were costly, and It was sen sible thing 10 store them in the attic against literal rainy day" All odds and ends had value that they have not now, when almost everything We want Is well and cheaply made here in our own country, and machinery turns out a hundred articles to the hand-craftsmans one. Thus we are losing the faculty of saving and We toss into rubbish barrel or waste basket daily the things that our grandparents would have religlously added to their hoardings, They were wise in their day; are we not wiser in ours?
 Many things that Diadema unearthed in her explorations had been boarded simply because of their possibilities. Here was a box of vari-colored yarns and wools. The carpet might need darning-some day. Here, caliooes for patchwork, saved for the employment of leisure hours that never came to the worker. Here, tiny scraps of cloth. One might tear little hole in gar ment, and it would be wasteful to cut from large piece the bit wherewith to mend it. But the garments were worm out years and years ago. There, a box of broken china--saved to be mended when one could find a cement that would bear hot water" Also, the time to 'putter'' with it. Fringes and gimps of passe styles; lace too tender to be handled; papers, papers and pa- pers!-the kind you read and the kind you paste on walls. Tiny candlesticks used when New Haven's homes and public buildings were illuminated in honor of the successful laying of the Atlantic cable. Sometime a Pacific cable might be laid Then they could be brought to light again. Old bat tered hammers, and chisels with a cor ner broken off. Better ones might be lost or stolen. Nails and screws that had been used only once. They might be needed for a second or even, third term of service. Rolls of corrugated paper-so handy if you want to put a bottle of--colcgne, let us say--in your traveling bag. A curious medley it
 was, and it struck dismay to Diade-
 mas soul. What should she, what could she do with them?
 Then there were other things that came under the head of relics. Anti- bellum letters, letters that were written 'tendurin of the war" and others far, far older. Homely iron fire dogs, honor able only for their antiquity; well-worn cards for carding flax; an ancient bel i lows, wheeZy and intellectual: a batter ed footlstove, such as colonial danes carried to the meeting house on bitter Sundays, and queer old fire boards, painted on canvas one known to have been made in 1920 by a lad of seventeen whose mothers heart was thrilled with joy and pride at the gift of 1t. And there was the cover of the wooden box minus the box. But on the inner side
 of this cover was delicately and beauti- 1 fully cut a little ship with all sails fly 1 ing. In the early youth of this old and dying century the sailor lad who carved it sailed away and returned no more: | Every man on board went down, | Every man aboard her"
 | The sentimental value of these use- l less chattels was too much for Diade- ma and she put them all carefully
 away under the attic eAvss. She fam
 cied that in the darkness and loneli- ness they whispered together, compar-
 ing notes and impressions, and telling
 stories of their youth, and of the peo-
 pie they used to know She fancied | too that the tales they could tell would be quite as interesting as those nar-
 rated by more beautiful and valuable relics, in more comfortable quarters
 and she longed to hear their reminis-
 cences of days long past. and of her forbears long since returned to dust. | And the little strands of yarn, the
 spools of faded silk, the hammers, the
 screws and nails, the whalebones and
 the butoons? Well, she put back a
 great many of those, too. "The want
 of thing is more than the worth of it,
 and perhaps some of them win come 1 in handy-some day"
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