The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1899-02-03

(SHW and bits Of flying paper
!. !: $. q: e. 4. 4. I: :. !:
:. G~S2s1.S# on It's restless wings
6EXs9 came whistling around
~, No4o9 the corner, lifting the
9ER Q old mans faded com
AZ forter's ends and
turning his blue nose
shade blucr stlll, while Mrs. Larklns,
his eldest niece, stood in her doorway
filling up the aperture with her ample
person In such way rs to suggest the
familiar legend, mo admittancew
Mrs. Larkins was stout and bloom
Ing and cherry-cheeked, dressed In sub
stantial alpaca, with gay gold brooch
and eardrops, which bespoke anything
but abjeet poverty.
Uncle Caleb was thin and meager and
shabbily dressed, with glossy seams in
his overcoat and fnger-ends protruding
from his worn gloves like ancient rose
buds coming out of their calyx.
I'm very sorry" said Mrs. Larkins,
stfliy; "but we have but one spare
room, and that is at present occupied.
OF course l should be glad to do all
could for you, but"
81 understand, l understand" said
Uncle CheyereL turning coldly away.
"I'n go to my niece Jenny. wish you
n very good evening"
Mrs. Larklns closed the door with a
sigh Of very evident relief.
II dare say Jenny will take care of
him." she said phllosophically. Jenny
has n smaller family than l have. But
l don't see why he came up to London
instead Of staying peaceably down In
Tortoise Hollow, where he belongs"
Mrs. Jenny Eldertop, Mr.. Cheverers
youngest niece, had a smaller family
than her sister Rebecca, but then she
had n smaller income as well. She had
just finished a vigorous days cleaning
when Uncle Caleb was announced.
"Oh, drat the manp said Mrs. FL
dertop, wringing her parboiled fingers
out Of basin of steamng soapsuds.
''What sends him here, just now Of all
the times in the world?"
And she went downstairs ungra-
ciously enough to the street door,
where her husband was welcoming the
old stranger.
"Come In, Uncle Chevcrel-come inw
said honest VIII Eldertop. 'We're all
upside down here-we mostly are, now
that the spring cleaning is going on.
But there's room for you If you don't
mind the children and their noise ana a
little smell Of whitewash in the Spare
ROOM"
Mrs. Eldertop's welcome was by no
means so cordial She looked, to use a
common expression, vinegar and darn
ing needles" at the visitor, while In her
inmost soul she calculated the proba-
bility of the cold boiled ham and tur-
nips holding out for once more Mt sup
per.
."Come Jenny, don't scowl So" said
Mr.. HldertOp, when Uncle Caleb had
gone upstairs to wash hisehands and
face. "Alnt he your uncleY
"a good for nothing old vagabond, "
said Mrs. Eldertop, acidly, without a
half-penny laid up ahead"
"For all that he's your guest" said
her husband, land you're bound to be
civil to him. And here's his overcoat
now, with a zigzag rent in it. Just
mond 1t while you're waiting for the
kettle TO boil
81 won'tr said Mrs. Eldertop.
"All right" retorted her lord and
master. "Then I'll take it next door to
Alexla Alien to mend"
Now, Miss Allen, the tailoress, who
lived in the adjoining house, was pref
ty and buxom to look upon. and Mrs
nidertop had nursed comfortably a
jealousy of her for the last four years.
You'll do no such thing" said 1en-
ny, tartly. "Hand It here"
And she threaded a needle with a
black silk and thrust her finger Into a
thimble, very much as a determined
crusader Of old might have dounet
J sword and shield for some encounter
} with the Moslcm.
whats thatr said Mr. Eldertop
for folded paper fell from the pocket
OF the garment as his wife turned II
upside down.
"Some tomfuolery or the other" an
swered Mrs. Jenny, brusQuely.
II fancy you're mistaken" said Mr.
= Eldertop. IT'S the rough draft Of q
/ Will"
but he's got nothing to leave
shrleked Mrs. Eldertop.
. 'Im not so certain Of that" retortet
win. Just look here JENNY L Civ,
? and bequeath to my two beloved
t. nieees, IN equally divided parts, tn,
I sum Of 100000 pounds, at present in
t vested in consols, and"
t Go onF' said Mrs. Eldertop, breath
e lessly "Read the rest"
S "There is no rest" said her husband
"Thats the end Of the paper. It's onl!
a rough draft l tell you. And now
what's your opinion OF Uncle Cheverer
2 fortunesY
"He's been a miser all along" sal,