Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1900-04-26

ssNo, Charley, don't 20 that, said
Jenny laughing through her tears.
'.:Let's-put it in the savings bank. !"
agreed" said I, sealing the bar
gain with one of our old-fashioned
kisses. ''And apropos of savings
banks, did tell you about Greene?"
''No. What about Greene?"
'sWhy, 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 q
lawn and garden, and space to keep
a little Alderney cow"
Rented it?"
s'No, bought il.
s'Why, Charles how can that be-?
Greene has only two or three hundred
q year more than you, and it takes
money to buy places in the country"
''All savings banks, my dear" said
I. "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 50-cent piece"
1--WE can do better than that!' said
Jenny, with sparkling eyes. ''Please
God, dear Charley, our little fellow
shall have green and sunny place to
play in before he is many years older!
And I'll do without the silk dress"
''And I'll make the old overcoat
last another season, at the very least,
1 added.
''And we'll give up all such non
sense as new carpets
''And gold watches"
"And foolish suppers and wines and
everything else that isn't absolutely
necessary" added Jenny, comprehen-
sively.
The next morning bright and early,
as soon as business hours would per-
nit, l went and deposited the $l00
in the nearest savings bank.
A week afterward Mr.. Manyply
dropped in, in friendly way. Mr..
Manyply is the lawyer who transacted
Uncle Moses Manson's financial affairs
"a plump, bald-headed, deep-voiced
old gentleman, who always dresses in
spotless black and wears a big seal
ring on the little finger of his left
hand.
$50" said Mr.. Manyply, you've
invested that 500, have you?'
EYES," said /, with the complacent
air of one who has an account in
bank. "But how did you know it?"
''Oh, know good many things"
said Mr.. Manyply, oracularly. 'But
what's the idea of it?"
Economy" struck in Jenny proud
ly. "We are saving now Mr.. Many
ply. We mean to have a home for
little Charley-a garden full of roses
and pinks and strawberries one of
these days"
"And very .laudable ambition,
said Manyply in that smooth, oily
way OF his. ''How much would such
a place cost now?"
''Charles 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 $8000."
''Eh?" cried I, breathlessly.
ga check" the old lawyer went on,
''signed by Uncle Manson, payable to
the order of has niece, Jane Anne
Evarts. All! You may we'll look as
tonished. He was an eccentric old.
chap, this uncle of yours, Mrs. Evarts
and l have written instructions to
keep an eye on the manner in which
you invested that 500 bequest OF his.
IF is squsndered in any foolish
way, be 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. My young friends, ]
congratulate you"
And Mr.. Manyply's spectacles
beamed upon us like two full moons.
This is how we became possessed
of our lovely little country home,
where Charley thrives like growing
flower and Jenny fits about in
broad -brimmed gardening hat, trim.
ming roses, pruning gooseberries and
planting lily y-bulbs. And the $100 bill
still lies untouched 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.
And quite agree with her.