The St. Johns herald., 1901-01-19

as you choose. Only. Unele Moses was my relative
 sAnd the money was Left to me, Mrs. Everts, said I.
 70. Charles" said she, 'hov can you speak 10 me so?"
 Because I'm brute, Jenny" said I, fairly melted. Forgive me, and we'll fling the old hundred -Go.Iar 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 I. And apropos of savings banks, did I 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 a law n and garden, and space to keep a little Attorney cow"
 Rented it?"
 ''No; bought it."
 'Why, Charle, how can that be? Greene has only POO or 300 a 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 Lis wife have been saving up for years, with special reference to this country home for their children. They com nenced with a 5o-ceat 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" I added.
 The next morning, bright and early, as soon as business hours would per init. I went and deposited the hun dred dollars in the nearest savings bank
 A week afterward Mir. Manyply dropped in. in a 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 spotiess black and wears big seal ring on the little finger of his left hand.
 ''so," said Mir. Manyply, you've in- vested that $1OO, have you?"
 Yes" said I, with the complacent air of one who has an account in bank. But how did you know it?"
 70, I know good many things" said MT. Manyply, oracularIy. "But what's the idea of it2"
 Economy" struck in Jenny, proud ly. "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 Mir. Manyply, in that smooth, oily way of his. How much would such place cost now?"
 Charley thinks if we waited for a bargain we could secure 1t for about s7.0o0," Jenny answered, promptly.
 Buy it now, then" said MT. Many ply. Here's a check for SS,OOO."
 "Eh?" cried I, breathlessly.
 "A check" the old lawyer went on, "signed by your uncle Manson, pay able to the order of his niece, Jane Anne Evarts. An! you may well lock astonished 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 S1OO 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 $s,OO0, to be expended only in the purchase of real estate I congratulate you"
 This is how we became possessed of our little country home, where Charley thrives like a growing flower and Jenny fits about in a broad-brimmed gardening hat, trimming roses, prun- ing gooseberries and planting lily bulbs And the s10O bill still lies un- touched in the savings bank.
 "It shall be Chariey's fortune" says my wife. Ut would be a shame to touch it after it has wrought us so much good. ."-Philadelphia Item.