The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1900-04-13

VIM IL WIN inns lovely little brass
key2"
"And be very sure you don't lose
the key" said her mother. For care
lessness is one of your faults, as we'll
MS unpunctuality."
I'll be very careful" promised Phil
lis, retreating with her little clock in
one hand and its key in the other.
For Patty, the scholar of the fam
lily, there was a fine new dary.book.
with gilt edges and tiny socket to
keep its accompanying pencil from
strayng away
"Oh, how NIGEL" said Patty. "In
write down in the pages at night
everything that has happened during
the day. and when Uncle Eric comes
back, I'll read it all aloud to him"
Poor Uncle Eric!" said Nathan.
perhaps he'll think he had better
have been shipwrecked first, or eaten
up by the cannibals."
For Sam, last OF all. there was lit
tie brown-leather pockctbook. some
what worn lined with cherry silk.
With an especial space for postage
stamps.
lie looked at it with rather disap-
pointed expression of countenauce.
only this!" said he Goodness
| me! Uncle Eric must surely have
meant so play joke upon me. be-
cause | never have any money to put
into pocletbook!" lie turned away
on his heel "lf Uncle Eric had meant
to remember me-" he grimbed. why
couldn't he have given me that pretty
little ship of his that the old French
sailor made for him? or the magnet
or the music-bOX inside the paper
weight? don't think much of an
old leather pocketbook"
The more he thought about it, the
less he was pleased with Uncle Eric's
remembrance of him; and at last he
wrought himself up to such n coudi-
ton of mind that he pulled the pocl1-
etboolI out of his pocket and flung it
out into the row of leafless currant-
bushes that skirted the garden fence.
And then he went about his business
and studies. feeling relieved.
This was in the morning. When the
long afternoon shadows began to lie
on the snowy ground. Sam drove to
wv runway hNDOl WIN illt uOISt anu
cutter, to meet his father, who went
daily to the city.
Father" said he. 81 wish you would
| give me u uuiiar.-
| Mr. Buddington looked grave
"A dollar" said he. What do you
want of a dollar? Don't you know
that dollars are not pick III up, ike
butternuts, under the treeJ?"
81 want a new sled awful bad" sH (
Sam. i've tinkered mine up, and
| tinl;ered il up, until it won't hold to-
gether another day. And Lew Peck
is going TO have new one, and he'll
sell me his old Eagle for a dollar and
half, and take out the half-dollar in
my pocketknife with the corkscrew
blade"
THAT is the arrangement, is it2"
said his father, half smiling.
YES, sir" Sam answered "And the
Eagles an out-and-out beauty. All
she needs is set of new steel run
ners."
"Well," said Mr.. Buddington, TN
think of it, and if there's IA dollar to
be spared, I'll Try to help you through
| win inns bargain.
Father" said Sam, 81 wish we were
rich. l wish had all the money that
l wanted to spend"
"And how much would that be?"
asked Mr.. Buddington, amused at the
lads earnestness.
"Oh, I don't know" replied Sam.
give dollars, thinker perhaps ten.
Ten [ guess, father. Oh, ! could get
Whatever I wanted for Ten dolars!"
We'll you are about as likely to.
get ten as Ave for all / can see, OBJ
served his father. There's Jake. You
had better go around TO the barn with
him and see that Sorrcl is quickly I'M
hiSchcd and well blanketcd"
Jake, the little colorcd boy who
helped around the barn and poultry
yard, was in great excitement.
81 done found yous pocketbook.
Mr.. Sam" he whispered mysteriously,
as they were unbucklrng the traces,
"outen in de curran' bushes. Here it
is! Wild a bright, new cent into It'll"
"A cent, jake"
"Clar in de inside" said Jake. 81
found it outen in de curran' bushes"
"Lot me see" said Sam, dropping
his part of the harness.
Sorrel, who was by this time sufi-
GENTLY detached from the sleigh,
shook himself and walked deliberate
ly into the stable, and Jake grinning-
ly handed the pocketbook to his
young master.
lie was right. In the very inner.
most pocket-one which, in his haste
and dispeasure, Sam had neglected
to inVestigate-wasn not "A bright, new
penny but a gold eagle-a shining
treasure.
This, then, was what Uncle Eric had
meant by the gift OF the worn pocket
book, which had so sadly wounded
Sans spirits and mortified his pride.