The Winslow mail., 1900-11-15
that black alpaca of yours is beautiful"

that black alpaca of yours is beautiful" J"
That's all you know about the mat
ter" said Jenny, elevating her nose.
We'll, don't care. Spend the money
as you choose. Only, Uncle Moses was
my relative"
And the money was left to me, Mrs.
Everts," said I.
80, Charles" said she, chow can you
speak to me 500"
Because I'm brute, Jenny" said I,
fairly melted. Forgive me, and We'll
fling the old hundred-dollar bill into
the fire before We'll let it scatter the
seeds of division between u.s."
mo, Charley, don't do that" said
Jenny, laughing through her tears.
"Let's-put it in the savings bank
Agreed" said I. "And apropos of
savings banks, did L tell you about
Greene?"
NO. What about Greene?"
why, he and his wife have just
moved into the prettiest little gothic
cottage you ever saw, just the other
side of the Harlem bridge, with lawn
and garden, and space to keep little
Alderney cow"
Rented it ?''
mo: bought it,
why, Charlie, how can that be?
Greene has cnly 200 or 300 a year
more than you, and it takes money to
BUY places in the country.
All savings banks, my dear" said
l.. 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 COM
menced with 5O-cent piece
I'VE can do better than that!" said
Jenny, with sparkling eyes. "And I'll
do without the silk dress.''
"And I'll make the old overcoat last
another season, at the very least" I
added.
The next morning, bright and early,
as soon as business hours would per-
NIT, l went and deposited the hun.
dred dollars in the nearest savings
bank.
A week afterward Mr.. Manyply
dropped in, in a friendly way. Mr..
Manyply is the lawyer who transacted
Uncle Moses Manson's financial af.
falrs-a plump, bald-headed, deep.
voiced old gentleman, who always
dresses in spotless black and wears q
big seal ring Oh the little finger of hi (,
left hand.
80" said Mr.. Manyply, you've in.
vested that SfC0, have you?"
Yes" said I, with the complacent
air of one who has an account in
bank. 'But how did you know it?''
80, I know a good many things"
said Mr.. Manyply, oracularly. But
what's the idea of it?"
Economy" struck in Jenny, proud
ly. I'VE are saving now, Mr. Many
ply. We mean to have home for our
little Charley-a garden full of roses
and pinks and Strawberries one of
these days"
"And very laudible ambition"
said Mr.. Manyply, in that smooth, oily
way of his. How much would such
a place cost now?"
Charley thinks if we waited for
a bargain we could secure it for about
$1,000" Jenny answered, promptly.
Buy it now, them said Mr.. Many
ply. Here's check for $S,OO0."
"Eh?' cried /, breathlessly.
ga check" the old lawyer went ON,
"signed by your uncle Manson, pay
able to the order of his niece, Jane
Anne Fvarts. All! you may well look
astonished. He was an eccentric old
chap this uncle of yours, Mrs. Evarts
and [ have his written instructions
to keep an eye on the manner in
which you invested that $1OO bequest
of his. If it is squandered in any
foolish way, he writes, there is an
end of the matter. Put my money all
in the hospital for hunchbacks. If
they show any disposition to save help
them along with this check for $4,000,
to be expended only in the purchase
of real estate l congratulate you"
This is how we became possessed of
ourlittle country home, where Charley
thrives like a growing flower and
Jenny fits about in broad brimmed
gardening hat, trimming roses, prun-
ing gooseberries and planting lily
bulbs. And the $1OO bill still lies un-
touched in the savings bank.
''It shall be Charley's fortune" says
my wife. ''It would be a shame to
touch it after it has wrought us so
much good. d."-Philadelphia Item.