Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1900-03-15

the key" said her mother. For care
lessness is one of your faults, as well
as unpunctuality.'
"lll 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 fine new diary book,
with gilt edges and tiny socket to
keep its accompanying pencil from
straying away.
ooh, how NIGEL" said Patty. I'LL
write down in the pages at night
everything that has happened during
the day, and when Uncle Eric comes
back, Ill 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 pocketbook, some
what worn, lined with cherry silk,
stamps.
He looked at it with rather disap-
pointed expression of countenance.
Only this" said he. Goodness
me! Uncle Eric must surely have
meant to play a joke upon me. be-
cause l never have any money to put
into pocketbook lie turned away
on his heel. elf Uncle Eric had meant
to remember me-" he grimbled, why
couldn't he have given Inc 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 Erics
remembrance of him; and at last he
wrought himself up to such a condi-
ton of mind that he pulled the pock-
ctbook out of his pocket and flung it
out into the row of leatless currant-
bushes that sllirted 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
the railway depot with the horse and
cutter to meet his father, who went
daily to the city.
"Fathcr," said he, II wish YOU would
give me a dollar"
Mr.. Buddington looked grave.
ga dollar" said he. "What do you
want of dollar? Don't you know
that dollars are not picked up, like
buttcrnuts, under the trces?"
81 want a new sled awful bad" saiG
Sam. live tinkered mine up. and
tinkcred it up. until it won't hold to.
gethcr another day. And Lew Peck
is going to have Il new one, and he'll
sell me his old Eagle for Il dollar ant
. a half, and take out the half-dollar il
my pocketknife with the corkscreN
blade"
'That is the arrangement, is it 9
said his father, half smiling.
Yes, sir" Sam answered. And The
Eagles an out-and-out beauty. Al
she needs is a set of new steel run
ners'
.Mell." said Mr.. Buddington. "Il
Sl3Ya3f and if there's a dollar t.
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would that. 81?
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8 lslanss earn eati1sssS4:: 5. J.: ~: ::
.:}: s at3h. upn knioiw:; E,repliei San
;;l FIVE dollars, I; thirlk-or perhaps tel
III Ten,I Eless, father. Oh, could &c
Il Isl What tye1I wanted for ten dollars!''
z " We'll you are about as likely t
get. ten as five for all l can see" oil
served his father. "Theres Jake. 70
had better go around to the barn wit
him, and see that Sorrel is quickly III
& hitched and well blanketed."
II Jake, the little colored boy VIII
e helped around the barn and poultr,
u yard, was in great excitement.
II done found you's pocketboo1
ii MIR. SAM" he whispered, mysteriousl
lie as they were unbuckling the trace
c. "outen in de curran' bushes. Here
4 is! Wild a bright. new cent into it"
II IA cent. Jake"
t. "Clar in de inside said Jake.
found it outen in de curran' bushes
s. Let me see" said Sam, droppir
his part of the harness.
Sorrel, who was by this time SUI
p GENTLY detached from the sleig
M shook himself and walked deliberat
lg ly into the stable, and Jake GRIMM
u ly handed the pocketbook to b
young master.
1d He was right. In the very inne
1d most pocket-one which, in his has
and dispeasure, Sam had neglect
ne to nvestigate-was, not bright. nc
on penny but gold eagle-a shini1
treasure.
p This, then. was what Uncle Eric h
e meant by the gift of the worn pocke
nd book. which had so sadly wound
ed Sans spirits and mortified his prie
Tie Il always knew | was Uncle Eri
ad iavorite." he cried, joyfully. as he S
er off on a full run up to the house,
rs disclose his good luck to the rest
'k- the family.
tie "Aha. SAM" said his father. VIII
on he had learned the story, .'let this
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