The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1897-03-26

aunt dld not become an inmate of Mrs.
Afcners pretty home. and about three
weeks afterward Mr.. Dawson brought
home word that the old lady was dead.
ana the funny part of it ali is,
said Mr.. Dawson with Il chuckle of
| amusement, that she left that bone
of contention, the old bureau, to Mrs.
| Archer, her beloved niece by will.
Her real estate goes to John; she
made provision for her pets and her
Old servants, but the bureau, without
scrap else, goes to Mrs. John. The
Old woman had a strong sense of the
humorous. l wonder what my fine
lady will do with it, now =
i wonder, too,n said his wife.
1t was therefore with some natural
curiosity that Mrs. Dawson He'd
once more upon her young friend,
whom she found in high state of in
dignation.
"Spitetul old thing She was just
determined to make trouble between
iue and my husband, dead or alive.
John insists that the bureau must
come here. The idea, But shall not
ALLOW the old rattletrap to come inside
my house. | ain Oh guard-huve been
for dayS-aEd when it comes | shall
send it off again. | guess | am a
match for John and an old WON H."
While the lady was speaking an eX-
press wagon drove up to the pretty
front entrance, and the driver dis
mounting dropped the tail-board of
his wagon aud drew very solid look
ing old-fashioned bureau to the back.
Then, apparently remembering that
he ought TO make some inquiries as to
the disposition the article il his charge
before shOullering it, he opened the
gate and walked towards the house.
He did not get chance TO ring, for
Mrs. Archer herself opened the door
"You can take that old thing away
again, my good man. | DO not want
il here
Isn't this Mr. A.2her's place p
es, this is M. Archer place
But, don't YOU understand, / don't
want that bureau. You are TO take it
away"
But l have only just brought it,
and where must | take it to? | was
told by the Old man to bring it here.
Besides, sure, | wasn't paid for haul
ing it,"
Very well, l will pay You for haul
ing it. How much is it -
"Seventy-fve cints,n said the young
lrishman, with grin. He evidently
thought this a rum go, but so long as
he got his pay it did not matter much.
And the extra quarter would come in
handy. Mrs. Archer paid him, and as
he turned to go he said Must |
take it back to the old place l got it,
ma am -
Certainly not. If you did, it would
only have to be brought back again.
Do what you like with it, my good
man, but don't bring it back here
'All right, ma am. You're sure
nothing will be done to me?'
Perfectly sure. The bureau was
given to me, and | refuse TO take it. |
give it to you. Do what you like with
it,
''All right, ma'am. l am glad this
lady hears the discourse. My name
is
No, no, don't want your name
nor address. | want to know nothing
except that you get that bureau away
from my front gate before my
husband returns
"All right, ma'am," the expressman
said for the third time. He slipped
the three quarters into his pocket and
walked back TO his wagon in the most
deliberate fashion, like one in deep
thought. Mrs. Dawson saw that her
hostess was very anxious to have him
depArt; shutt he vas naturally slow in
hiB movements, and ait was evident
ttsaf lie cid stiTequ was Il kind of
w4rtSSsSefshar g'ots HIS Hands.
Butse hast. ne was .off, and Mrs
Atcher breath 5,isfreer. Mrs. Dawson
soonfsawSttlatc he was In TOO excited a
mood to enjoy her visit, and with
some regretful thoughts over her
young friends future happiness, the
elder lady took her departure.
Meantime Tim O'Flaharty drove
about to several secondhand stores to
dispose of his present. The first deal
er refused to take it at all, and the
second offered him only fifty cents.
Deed and l'llnot take that for :"
said Tim. Its an iligant chist of
drawers. III take it home to nv
sisters to kape the children's clothes
in. It'll be fine for that, sure.'' SO
saying, Tim got upon his wagon and
drove away.
Here, Maggie, me jewel" he said
a little later, to Il comely young Irish
woman, who, upon hearing the sound
of wagon stopping, ran from her
tiny cottage in narrow street to
''spake'' to her brother, heres an
iligant chist of drawers for you. 1t
was given to NE by a lady n bit ago.
| was going to sell it, but iist in the
nick of time | thought of you"
The Lord bless you, Tim, for a good
brother" said Mrs. Connolly. Its
the very thing of all that l want the
most. The childer's things be that
mussed that L don't know what to DO
with them some times
"Well, here you are. Give me q
hand with it, for it is rather heavy to
lift alone"
But somehow Mrs. Connolly was
not strong, or she was awk ward, for
the Old bureau went down with Il
thud-such a thud that a board clatter-
ed off the back and fell, with q flat
package tied up i'll a worn brown
paper, into the gutter. Tim pushed
the package and the board aside with
his foot, while he instructed his sister
how to take hold of the old bureau to
lift it upon the curb. But his words
fell upon dull ears. Something about
the package claimed his sisters atten-
tiOIl' anu sic SlOOfCO uOh IL duu PICK
it up.
wen take this in first, Tim" she
remarked, an if you push that chist
back there out of the road, Tim will
get someone to help him in with it
the night. | niver was much on the
lift"
"All right, Maggie. But l must be
off now. ] have got job waiting for
me to haul a trunk. By the powers, |
ought to be there this minute"
Not till we see what's in this ould
bit of paper. Fax, Tim, my boy, tits
money, think ~
Faith, Maggie, you were always a
caution for thinking things. But let
us see, me jewell
Ina moment Tins strong hands had
rent the paper, and then an eXclama-
ton from them both.
Holy mother, What sight ~
When the flat parcel was spread
open upon Mrs. Connelly's clean kitch-
en- table it proved to be lawyers
folder for holding legal documents, and
it contained such It pile of treasury
notes that it fairly bulged and took
the breath from Tim O. Flaherty and
sister to even try to count them. But
later, when they grew calm, they
found that the sum total of the
amount was ten thousand dollars in
bills of large denomination. Besides
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