Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1917-07-26
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horrid old mortgage, and just because
| had to get i'll and lose that two
weeks, and can't come right up to the
scratch With the money we get this
contemplate letter from that old skin
flint !"
Bessie was undeniably pretty, with
golden glints in her hair and blue eyes
so dark and deeply shaded they always
reminded one Of spring yiolets hidden
in the grass. SO when she gave vent
to a grievance the rest of the family
invariably sympathized. The family
consisted solely Of her mother, her
younger sister Jane and herself. In
this case they seemed to have very
good grounds for sympathy. Bessie
was bookkeeper in a mercantile
house in the small town and the bread
winner of the family Jane, just out
of the grammar school, was learning
the millinery trade and beginning to
earn a little, while the mother kept
the home, sewed, mended and did the
thousand-and-one things that unselfish
women do, but which are never
charged up to their account. George
Turkeen, the husband and father, had
departed this life about three years
previously, leaving nothing much but
q handsome gold watch and diamond
studs, which had been sold by the
widow to pay the Doctors bill and flu
neral expenses. The deceased had in
his youth sown n too-plentiful crop of
wild oats, which had esTanged him
from his elder brother Jared and had
depleted his energies to the extent OF
rather uniting him for efficient sery-
ice in the battle Of life. True, he
earned his salary, but he never got Il
raise, and the mortgage which his
brother held on the little home had
never been paid of. Jared Turkeen
had always been referred to by the
younger brother as that old screw
"miser," or "skinfint," and the fact
that he took interest on his mortgage
as almost criminal proceeding, SO it
was not strange that the family had
come to regard him as q graspng, inhu-
man monster. He did not attend his
brothers wedding, and had lived in
Australia much of the time, so Mrs.
Turkeen and the daughters had never
seen him. She had written to the law
yers Office where the interest was sent,
and informed Mr.. Jared Turkeen of his
brothers death, but had never received
so much as the courtesy of reply, so
II was not strange that there seemed
to be good and sufficient grounds for
the unpleasant reputation of the terri
bic Mr. Turkeen.
After Bessie had given vent to the
emphatic protest with which this story
opens, little Mrs. Turkeen looked up
from her sewing in troubled, help
less way.
Il don't know what we're to do, I'm
sure" she sighed.
Z Suppose you write and explain
things to him." ventured Jane.
Eyes, lot OF good that would do
when he wouldn't even answer moth
er's letter about his own brothers
death" retorted Bessie.
"Wel, | suppose the next thing he'll
walk in on us, and foreclose," said
Jane
Perhaps" added the mother in the
same helpless way.
I'm always seeing him coming in"
went on Jane; "a great, fat, pompous
brute with red face and new clothes
"And hard mouth, and whiskers,
and creaky shoes and cane" added
the elder sister. Eyes, dream of him.
and wake up so glad it isn't SO. oh,
l wish somebody would deliver us from
Uncle TWkeen."
II suppose" ventured Jane, rather
tlmidly, TON would help make out
the payment, II we'd ask him"
"Of course. But do you suppose I'd
let him know? Not on your life"
Bessie spoke with heat and tinality.
She had been engaged to Tom Barrett
for some months, but as he was only
u clerk in the house where she was
employed they We're both waiting for
better financial conditions before mar
ryng. Barrett was an industrious,
capable young fellow, wen liked by his
employers, and very much in love with
the pretty bookkeeper.
The outlook for the three women
was certainly rather gloomy, when to
make matters worse n strange man,
almost the prototype of james night
mare, came 10 the front gate. He took
quick survey of the house, then came
up TO the door.
Jane saw him from the window.
IT'S come - she cried.
What's Gomez" asked her mother.
THAT old beast, Turkeen Z"
The other two women started up in
dismay The bell rang They looked
at each other helplesSly. Then the
mother said: Let him in, Jane"
Sane complied. and ushered in the
stranger.
Are you Mrs. TurkeenT he asked,
addressing the elder lady.
Il am. And you are"
Mr., Turkeen's attorney, Mr.. Moore"
he interrupted, Il came 10 see"
Yes" put in Bessie, I'VE know
what you came for" And she pro
ceeded to explain the situation in Wig
orous terms.
Yes supplcmenred Jane, "Bess has