Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-12-14
Clear Quit" sai1 Simon, grlf,y.

III try my luck little further"
said he, half aloud. "My nephew ST.
mon evidently doesn't believe in tba
scripture theory of entertaining angels
unaWares. Well, well-it's but stem
or two further on; and that's luclxv
FOR me. My old bones ache and my
head feels dizzy-like. Let us see now
what Herman will say to the old way
faring man? This must be the house.
where the light shines out SO cheerily
through the red curtains"
And once more Paul CopperfieId
Knocked on the panels of the door upon
whose sill the snow had already spread
a mantle of ermine.
A pretty blue-eyed girl came to open
it, with a candle in one hand.
whats wanting?" she inquired,
briskly, but not unkindly.
Can I come in and warm myself? 90
asked the stranger. Its bleak night
and I've somehow missed my way"
Eyes, yes! tell him to come in,
Phoebe!" called out voice that was
like Paul Copperfeld's own, a score Of
years younger and fresher, and Paul
obeyed the summons.
1t was a smaller and less pretentious
abode than the other. Where bright
hued rag carpet had adorned the floor
of Simon Copperfeld's kitchen, there
were only whitely-scoured boards to
be seen here, and the supper-table bore
marks of extreme economy. But Her
man Copperield rose up with CHEEKY,
welcoming face, and his apple-faced
wife drew forward a cushioned wood
en- rocker.
Take this seat by the fire, sir" said
she; 'swe're just sitting down to sup
per. I'll get you bowl of hot tea di-
rectly. Phoebe, take the gentleman's
cap, and put another log of wood on
the fire.
bad night, SIR" said Herman, draw
ing nearer to the blaze. ''Have you
come some ways?''
"Quite distance" said Paul, avert
ing his face from the curious gaze;
land I've missed my road somehow.
Perhaps you can let me stay all night?'
"Well," said Herman, refectively,
1--WE was expectin' relative from
abroad, but he hain't put in an appear
ance, and till he comes you're kindly
welcome to his room. Eth, wife?"
Certainly said Mrs. Copperield,
brightly. cit amt much Of a place,
but it's the best we've got, and our
Phoebe has been to work all the fall,
piecing a bed quilt, all OF the Jobs
Troubles Pattern to make her old I'm
Gle comfortable. We hain't seen hlra,
sir, for forty years."
You don't tell me SOL" said Paul,
huskily.
eyes, sir. That's right, mother; the
hot tea'1l warm him up; and tell
Phoebe to set on plate of her sugar
ed doughtnuts. And although it's like
~ he'll spend most of his time at my
brother Simon's, as is richer and more
forehanded in the world, we think
sight of SEEM the old man once
again."
docs he live up the road, this broth
er of yoursY' said the traveller. i
asked for admission there, and they
turned me from the door,
"Just like Simon!'' said the sturdy
farmer, bringing his hand down on
the table with an emphasis that made
the cups and spoons rattle. He al
ways did squeeze a sixpence till It
sauealed. He wouldn't give crust OF
bread to nobody, not If they was
a-dyin' before his face! Now me and
Sally set out in life different. When
first hung the door on it's hinges, says
I, Sally, there shan't no one be turn
ed from this door, and there never
has. Simon says that's what's kept us
poor; but I'll risk that and SO will
Sally"
sBut your uncle? Is he poor man!'
persisted Paul
tWell, folks do say he's got con-
siderable o. property. don't grudge
it to hian. He's worked for 1T, and l
hope he'll live long to enjoy 1t. 81
mons different now. He's calculatin'
already how soon he'll fall heir to 1T.
It's. money, money, with simon! l
don't believe he'll have comfort In
heaven, if there amt savings banks
and compound interest there! And Un-
Gle Paul's lease of life ought to be as
good as simon's. He's only 81 years
old"
YOU'RE wrong there, Herman. said
old Paul, 81 am sixty three this com
in, March. if live to see the thirteenth
day"
And he looked beamingly around the
assembled household.
aWhy," began Herman, @it amt pos
sibIe you're my Uncle PAUL.?
mo one else!' said the old man.
laughing. "Come and kiss me, Phoebe,
and then you shall show me the 'JoD,s
Troubles bed quilt. 1t does lonely
old man good to know that somebody
been a-thinkin' Of him."
The great fire of logs blazed up WITH
sudden CHEEKY lustre, but its light was
nothing to that in the faces OF the
family group and their unexpected
guest.
"I'll go over and fetch Simon, De
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