St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-11-17

that black alpaca Of yours is beautiful"
That's all you know abou: the mat
ter" said Jenny. elevating her nose.
well, don't care. Spend the money
as yon choose. Only, Uncle Moses was
my relative"
"And the money was left to me, Mrs.
Everts." said I.
20. Charles" said she, show can you
speak to me so?'
Because I'm a brute, Jenny" said /.
fairly melted. Forgive me, and we'll
fling the cd hundred-dollar bill into
the fire before we'll let it scatter tAe
seeds of division between US"
No, Charley, don't do that" said
Jenny, laughing through her tears.
"Let's-put it in the savings bank"
Agreed" said T.. sAnd apropos Of
savings banks, did I tell you about
Greene?"
No. What about Greene?" R
"Why, he and his wife have lust
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 q little
Alderney cow"
Rented it?"
NO: bought it."
"Why, Charlie, how can that be9
Greene has cnly eco or 300 a year
more than you. and it takes money to
buy places in the country.
"All savings banks, INV dear" said
L nl1
wife have been saving up for years,
with special reference to this country
home for their children. They com.
menced with 5o-cent piece"
We 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"
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 friendly way. Mr..
Manyply is the lawyer who transacted
Uncle Moses Manson's financial af.
fairs-a plump, bald-headed, deep.
voiced old gentleman, who always
dresses in spotless black and wears q
big seal ring on the little finger Of his
left hand.
So" said Mr.. Manyply, you've in
vested that S1CO, have you?"
Yes said !, with the complacent
air of one who has IN account in
bank "But low did you know it?"
30, l know good many things"
said Mr.. Manyply, oracularly. But
what's the idea of it?''
Economy" struck in Jenny, proud.
ly. 1--WE 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
u
s7.oo0.' Jenny answered, promptly.
Buy it now, then," said Mr.. Many.
ply. Here's check for $s,OO0."
"Eh?" cried 1, breathlessly.
"a 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 we'll look
He was an eccentric old |
chap. this uncle of yours, Mrs. Evarts
and I have his written instructions |
to keep an eye on the manner in
which you invested that 500 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. II
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
,urlittle country home, where Charley
thrives like growing flower and
Jenny fits about in road-brimmed
gardening hat, trimming roses, prun-
ng gooseberries and planting lily
oulbs. And the 500 bill still lies un-
ouched in the savings bank.
sit shall be Chariey's fortune" says
my wife. 1T would be a shame to
touch it after it has wrought us SO
much good. d."-Philadelphia Item.