The Lamar register., 1908-05-13

asked Mr.. POskitt.
Yes" replied Sarah Ellen. Hes
\ hard man. We thought. perhaps. that
you might be able to persuade him to
wait until we were dead, Mr.. Poskitt.
We're old women-we want to die In
the house where we were born"
"In the house where we were born"
echoed Martha Mary.
Mrs. Poskitt began to show signs OF
tears. Mr.. Poskitt blew his nose very
loudly. and, finishing his toddy at one
gulp, made a great noise and hustle In
mixing another glass of 1t.
why. now. why. now!" he said pres
emily, SAY no more about it. We
nun all do what we can, one for an
other. I'll away on t ovid boss L
morning and see Reynolds. and try to
persuade him to hear reason. We
mont hev no turning out O hearth
an home T. these parts"
1t was day or two later that Mr..
Poskitt called at Lawyer Reynolds
office. At the end of quarter of an
hour Mr. Reynolds and Mr.. Poskitt
emerged upon the street together. Mr..
Poskitt buttoning his cut-away coat
over some bulky documents and Mr..
Reynolds rubbing his hands. They
walked together to the King George
and pledged each other In friendly
glass. Then Mr.. Poskitt lighted
cigar.
Yell understand" he said as he
held out his hand to the solicitor, yell
understand at all ats happened atween
us is to be KEEP secret till t day o
wor deaths. II we liver breathe word
on t to onnybody-"
mot a word, my dear sir. not one
world" protested Mr.. Reynolds. Il
understand you exactly. my dear sir.
and honor your great and highly ad-
mirable delicacy of feeling. Rely. my
dear sir, on my absolute secrecy"
why. now. then, that's all reight.
and I'll bid you good-day." said Mr..
Poskitt, and he made his way home
wards. In the village he drew rein
at the gate of the little garden In
which the old maids house stood.
Sarah Ellen and Martha Mary. older
than ever in the morning sunlight,
came hurrying down the path. Mr..
Poskitt lifted his hat.
informing, ladies. A fine morning"
he said. He bent down from his sad
die, conscious of the anxiety in the
old faces lifted to his. Now. then. I
ha' settled yon bit O. business WI
'Torney Reynolds" he said. ITS all
reight Yen niver be bothered about
it agen. as long as eyther on you lives.
See you" He drew q paper from his
pocket and pressed It into Sarah FL
lens hands. That's T. title deed O. Z
house and t land. Lock it up safe.
Now yell understand at ye're safe for
life."
The two old women clasped their
hands. Both uttered the same words
at the same moment.
"Oh, Mr.. Poskitt! How did you
manage it?"
Mr.. Poskitt kicked the off-side of his
horse.
Now, you mont ak no questions,
he said 'I'll tell We all about 1t some
other time. I've vary important en-.
gagement. and I'm late for t dinner
| now. Mornin'-'mornin'."
In another moment Mr.. Poskitt was
out of sight. The old maids. dazed.
speechless, went back to the shop. The
child was waiting patiently at the
counter for its pennyworth Of sweets.
Miss Martha Mary gave 1t such pen
nyworth as NO child had ever seen
| before, and pressed upon It paste
board donkey which moved its head.
well, love-" said Mrs. Poskitt, when
the master sat down in his shirt.
sleeves to the dinner table. and. hav.
Wifh thu
| carving knife, said grace and fell to
| upon the joint as his own Amen died
away, did you persuade Mr.. Reynolds
| to have little consideration for the
old ladies?"
"Oh, ay, persuaded him. reight
enough" answered Mr.. Poskitt.
Its wonderful how you can talk
people round" said Mrs. Poskitt. ad
miringly. You're . wonderful hand
at persuading folk"
81 gotten summat to persuade EN-
WITH" said Mr.. Poskitt. I'm q reight
'un T. that line"
That afternoon. while Mrs. Poskitt
was having her usual nap in the best
room, Mr.. Poskitt pulled out another
formidable document from his pocket
/ and READ DIS Oh IL VIII IuuCu luleTeSt
and curiosity.
"Ecod, they put some words and
phrases into these here mortgages.
he said. ut 'ud TAX t lord chancellor
hissen to explain some O. this. How
sumiver. it's SO much waste paper now,
and well put it on t. nre-back and sec
how 1t burns"
He threw the parchment on the
glowing fire and watched 1t crack.
| and fizzle and burn. And suddenly he
smote one hand against the other.
"By gow!" he said. When yon twf
| ovid lasses is dead, t. house II come 10
t. scapegrace nevvy at cheated EN-
Ecod, l niver thowt O. that-nive
| tbowt at wor buyin' 1t for him. VIII!
now, then-that is bonnie invesi
| ment! Howsumiver, what's it matter
I shall neyther want houses nor bras
| afore vary long, and t owd maids
deep sounder tonight nor they'l
lept for many a month
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