The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-03-30
Our Daily $bcrt Story

| and when she came down the stairs with the little canvass bag containing . hundred sovereigns he slowed the bag away in his capacious pocket, as- surfing Mrs. Coyne that he would surely deliver the money to MT. Pasterfield When Saturday arrived Mrs. Coyne was ] rather surprised that she had no &C., | knowledgment from Pastefield & Co. of her money. Her surprise was ac- centuated by hearing that others who had sent their money at the same time had received their acknowledgments At the suggestion of the village apoth- lecary, she wrote to the house, asking them why they did not acknowledge l her deposit. Sunday morning A new phase was added to her uneasiness Staggs had not returned from London. For years he had returned Friday, and here was Sunday and no word of him. Monday came letter from Pasterfield & Co.,. saying they had received no money from her and suggesting that she send it at once if she wished to participate in the profit of the invest ment.
 Then" said Mrs. Coyne. in bewild- erment where is Staggs and where is my money"
 | It was an unanswered question when the middle of the week arrived and the Coyne residence was pregnant with woe. Even the tea kettle sang sadly on the stove.
 | T hope Staggs Is not dishonest" moaned Mrs. Cayne, as she prepared TOT bed, but I'm afraid he is and I'm afraid it's the workus for me. | But she did not remain in bed. for a l sharp rapping at the door aroused her It's me- num-" said a voice in answer 10 her timid demand from the window. Its Stages"
 Mrs. Coyne hastily dressed herself ana came downstairs. Staggs. being admitted. looked ruefully at Mrs Coyne
 Hi lost the money you gave mo num-" he said
 Lost my money" repeated Mrs Coyne "oh. MT. Staggs. it's all
 You don't feel any wuss over if ror l do." said Staggs. Inf it wasn't for .nat Hid be the 'appiest man in the kinsdom When Hi gets to I,unnor there was letter at the placa ybara Ill stop from my son. Hi thowt he was iost at sea. mum. and the letter says was sick at South'ampton T was so appy. mum, that I drons uv @ ana goes straight to south aihptoh and sees i'm. Then I thowt gone" ie oas was
 Mrs. Coyne moaned
 | HiI the 'orse and wagon drive was mine" said Staggs, Hid give ,a,, to you, but they ain't.' '"'
 III nave to give up my house and when I'm old I'll go to the work.ns .'
 t Irs' Coyne. oh, Stages, I must go to the work'us."
 Staggs went away with fea+,-ou-- torted with remorse. and Mrs Co'.n. retlred to bed and cried until mornina, but the next morning brought with IL doubts about Staggss story. wbat more likely than that 'le wanted tho money for his sick son and his taio seemed confused. '' 'aie
 one looked out of the window and Gsaw Peter Dumly going by. "TIl asE
 eser advice.' exclaimed Mrs Coyne and she ran out of the door.
 But MT. Dumly did not give anv od wee In response to her recital he stared at her like a man in a trance
 Read that" said he. as huskilv a, IT ms throat was parched He nrof, Tered her London paper, and Mrs lCoyne. putting on her spectacIes resf that the great house of PasterfeId wa, a sham. that 1t hsid failed. and that Mir Pasterfield had fled, owing thous. lands of pounds.
 All gone" croaked Mir. Dumlv. "d, moneys all gone" and he walked dag. edly on.
 Then mine would have been los, anyhow" exclaimed Mrs. Covne brightening; If Staggs took 1t for hi, sick son he can have 1t and I von,t be any loser for I'd lost 1t anyways ,
 But the unpleasant reality conFont. ed her that she had lost her hundref pounds and that she could never re- place them out of the meagre proceed, from the butter and eggs she sold. OIf age or sickness must mean the work
 house
 She walked over the house dreariIv She had began housekeeping in 1t ant she had hoped to die in it. The work house she shuddered at the thought
 The cupboard door stood open an, ] little canvass bags of bolts which tn, late MT. Coyne had used in his har ness business
 Poor John," sighed Mrs. Coyne. 'i I Iyou'd a lived 1t would have been diff 2 ferent."
 { She pushed the little bags back S, she could shut the door. One of then
 toppled over and a stream of golde,
 sovereigns rolled on the floor. Mrs Coyne screamed. then cried then sa
 down on the floor.
 - T gave Staggs the wrong bag" sh : gasped. q gave him a bag of bolts. [ When Staggs came as bidden it i l said Mrs. Coyne kissed him on tn
 cheek and rumor sayeth he wept copi
 ously. Certain 1t is that his son re gained his strength at Mrs. Coyne' . Icottage.
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