Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-03-26

ono turned 70 MIN with q little CRY
and he saw that her face had changed
marvelously-grown young. grown
glad, grown soft and fresh with new
excited spirit OF jubilant thanksgiving
"oh. fatherl Were MT syew s'prised
tew git tho telephone? knowed
yew'd come a-fyin' back"
Blossy appeared from the room be
yond. and slipped past them. knowing
intuitively where she would ind her
lord and master; but neither OF them
observed her entrance or her exit.
Angy chung to Abe, and Abe held
her close. What had happened to her,
the undemonstrative old wifei What
made her 90 happy. and yet tremble
so? Why did she cry, wetting his
cheek with her tears. when she was 50
palpably glad? Why had she tele-
phoned for him. unless she. too. had
missed him as he had missed herr
Recalling his memories of last night.
the memories of that long-ago honey
moon-time. he murmured into his gray
beard, Dearest"
She did not seem to think he was
growing childish. She was not even
surprised. At last she said, half be-
tween sobbing and laughing:
"Oh, Abe. amt God been good to
us? Amt 1t list bewtiful to be rich
Rich!" she cried. "Richi"
Abe sat down suddenly, and covered
his face with his hands. In flash he
understood, and he could not let even
Angy see him In the light of the revs-
lation.
The mimi stockl" he muttered;
and then low to himself. in an awed
whisper: "Tenafly Gold! The mimi
stock!"
After while he recovered himself
sufficiently to explain that he had not
received the. telephone message. and
therefore knew nothing.
did I git offer. mother?"
"A offer Of fifteen dollars q share,
The letter come last night fer yew, an,
l."
Fifteen dollars shared" He was
astounded. AN we've got five thou.
sand shares! Fifteen dollars, am
paid ninety cents! Angy. eff ever |
ketch yew fishin' yer winter bunnit
out Of charity barrel a'gin, I'll FIT.
teen dollars!"
But that amt the best of It," inter
rupted Angy. II couldn't sleep a wink.
an Blossy says not ter send word tew
yew, 'cuz mebbe t was joke, an to
wait till mornin' an go see SAINTS
lawyer down ter Injun Head. That's
whar we've jest come from, an we
telephoned ter Quogue station from
thar. An the lawyer at fust he didn't
pear tew think very much of It; but
Blossy, che got him ter call up some
broker Teller in York. an Gee whizz!'
he says. turnin' round all excited from
the phone. Tenafiy Gold is sellin' fer
twenty dollars on the curb right this
minute!' An he says. says he: 'Yew
git yer husband, an bring that air
stock over this AFTERNOON; am says
he, I'll realize on 1t fer yer termorrer
mornin''"
Abe stared at his wife, at her chin.
ing silk dress with It's darns and care
full patches. at her rough, worn hands.
and at the much mended lace over her
slender wrists.
That mine was closed down is
years ago; they must "a opened 1t up
ag'in;" he spoke DULY. as one stunned.
Then with sudden burst of energy.
his eyes still on his wife's figure:
Mother. that dress o. yourn is dis.
grace fer the wife Of flnancierer.
Yew better git new silk fer yerself
an Miss Abigail, tew, fust thing. Her
Sunday one hain't nothin' extry."
But yer old beaver. Abel" Angy
protested. ut looks as eff It come out
O. the ark"
Last Sunday yew said 1t looked
splendid" his tone was absent-minded
again. He seemed almost to ramble
in his speech. I'VE must see that Ish,
mael gifts fixed up comfortable In the
Old Mems home; yew remember haow
he offered us all his pennies that day
we broke up housekeepin'. An we
must do somethin' handsome fer the
Darbys, tew. Eff 1t hadn't been fer
Sarnl, might be dead naow, an
never know nothin' erbout this here
streak O. luck. Tenafly Gold" he con.
tinued to mutter. They must a struck
a new lead. An folks said was a fool
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