The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-21

wicked extravaganza. It was . wicked thing tAG4 : the brutal undertaken. tho bIoated and ca1loug churchwardeas, should thus conspirs to oppre0 the bereaved Daniel Gribber was wrung to tho heart.
 He poured out hls griof before his wife, but eet. little practical sympathy. Mrs. Gribber was not woman of intellect. and Grshber had married hsr because 1t came cheaper than keeping a servant Still 1t is hard if mans wife share hts af fictions; and Gribber realized it sadly now, when the rapacity of his fellow-men grieved his soul. But light was coming-Iight in the depths of Gribber's darkness. In the midst of his gloomy cogitations there came an idea-a flash Of inspfrs- ton. Like all great ideas, it seemed so simple that he narveled it had not come sooner. Wh1 not bring Aunt Porcher alive? rel
 Her fare as corpse would be thirty three ehiIl- ingsi as living person two and ninepence-& clear saving of one pound ten and threepence ts cab to the station, the saving would be one pound seven and threepence. Then she would die fu Thorpe Dedham parish and down would come the burial fees And again, those ravening harpieo the London undertakers would be bilked complete ly And the carpenter at Thorpe Dedham ooulA do avery nice coffin to set on against his bill foE groceries, have his credit stopped forthwith.
 Nothing troubled Gribber but his unaccount~ able slowness in perceying this brilliant way out of his difficulties. At any rate, no more time should be lost, lest it might be found wholly ina possible to move the old lady. Sc he sent on . letter by the evening post and prepared to follow 1t in the morning. This the letter:
 My Dear Aunt: It grieved me much to you so low to-day and been thinking particular abo C your wanting to see Thorpe Dedham once moro. Dear aunt leave it all to and will come to-
 
 will you to health as it leaves me at pres ent. The best cab in London is not too good for to me when you are construed So no more as if tomorrow
 Your afectort nephew, This letter, read to her by the landlady, at first prostrated and then amazingly inspirited Aunt Porcher; so much so that although she began by protesting 1t would be instant death if moved, when Gribber arrived he was astonished-evel a find her ing in . mummy1ike roll of shawls and blankets, wherein she had been endued, under her own imperative
 The cab may not have been the best in London. but it was good enough; and the invalids transfer than Gribber's natural dispute with the cabman. But the journey, as whole. was rather too much alarmingIy ere the train reached it's destination
 Gribber's spring cart was waiting, however, and the day was fine; and mile or two of jolting so far reused her that she presently asked faintly: Dan! Is that the old Blue Lion can see ths .s "Yes.'' Gribbar answered. a little surprised; sthats the Blue Lion, right enough. s,s
 t.An' do they still ave Binghams Old stingo I sWhy, ye | blieve so.'
 Pull up, Dan! I'll lave a pint O Bingham's Old stingo if die in this ere cart for it.
 Now, that within fortnight of two years ago. And to-day of the very toughest and healthiest old laies in Thorpe Dedham is Aunt Porcher, who is still staying with her nephew.
 Whether it was the mere change of air, and diet that did it. the absence of the London doctor, the return to her native surroundings, or B1ag- a hams Old Stingo, or something of all four to- gether, problems for which Gribber does not concern himself For the solid problem which confronts him is: what on earth is he to do?
 The will is still in his favor with the. old pro- viso; but he calculates that his aunt's visit has cost him very nearly the value of the legacy already Yet if he turns her out that legacy will go at once of course, and the speculation will stand dead loss. <4
 On the other hand Aunt Porcher might live for twenty years. eating him out of house and home, as she is doing now. The problem is one requir- ing thought, and certainly Grbber gives it plenty.
 It is no marvel that he is losing all faith in human nature. Even the Wandsworth landlady never returned those six stamps.