Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1903-01-01
ONE WOMAN's FIRST $1oo.
She Busted" 1t to Make IT Look Big
and Soon Wore 1t Down
+ n Nickel.

How she acquired it does not really
matter-possibly by teaching school,
painting fire screens, OIL washing. Any
way, when she found herself in pos
session of the sum, she set about to
see what she should do whit.
Certain amiable friends. told her it
would be very nice to buy some new
dresses, hats, gloves, shoes, and such.
But she had a full assortment, and
didn't require anything of the sort.
An aunt told her to invest it in a GER
tain telegraph stock that would bring
in good interest, relates the New York
Times.
But l want my hundred dollars all
to myself, you know"
Poor, foolish little dear. 1t will all
be yours. just the same. You a use
the interest just the same. l know
where you can draw-why, six per
cent"
"Wh-at? That is only six dollars a
year! Six dollars is awfully small by
the side of this. I'm going to count it
again. Maybe some of it is gone" The
very thought of such a thing made the
little creature chatter. For the tenth
time that day she sat down and count
ed the taIismanic roll of bills. -Four
twenties, one ten, and two fives. 1t
was all right, and her pulse resumed its
normal beat. Suddenly she gave a lit
tie shrek of delight and jumped up
and cried:
81 know just what ! shall do. I'll get
it-busted, | think that's what they
call"
"Child, what are you talking about?"
Talking about finances, auntie. I'm
going to make this stingy little roll
into a big one. 1t dc esn't show off at
ALL"
You are queer, dear!"
I'm going to get it all in fiye-dollar
bills. l think the pictures on the fives
are ever so much prettier." Life
seemed more rosy after the delightful
creature possessed 20 nice, crisp flyers.
She counted and recounted them
when another fancy came.
I'm tired looking at these common
bills. They don't jingle and ring. I'm
going to get five nice, clean, new $40
gold pieces" No sooner was it said
than done. The table rang for two
days as she tossed the bright, yellow
pieces about like jack stones. Even
then she wasn't quite happy. The lit
tie pile of $50 yellow boys looked so
small. Then she secuted about and
got together 100 silver dollars. She
polished every one daily and played
with them. Next she got 200 50-cent
pieces. But life was still an aching
void. She at last owned 500 in 25-cent
coins. Surely she must be satisfied
now. But no; she broke into n of
the quarters-felt discouraged after
that. and wa quite unlike her old self
until she found one little nickel left
the very last coin of the 500 than bad
caused her so much trouble.
Betrayed.
Don't contradict me" said the
stern parent. You have been holding
secret interviews with Charles Mon
serrat de Montmorenci.' He was a
proud but fashionable tailor, and not
to be triffed with.
slow did you find it out?" sobbed
the daughter. "You never saw us"
mo, l never saw you," he returned
indignantly. but my faithful Bruno
came running to me this very evening
with a mouthful of cloth. I~recognized
the pattern at once. cut the piece to
make a pair of for Young
Montmorenci two months ago. and he
hasn't paid for them yet--saray
Stories.