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35 Uncle Shadrack’s little stove held about a pint of coal, but as he never opened the drafts for fear of blistering the walls, he sat with a quilt gracefully thrown over his ders. ncle,” said I, shivering, “ this is a terrible night, shan't I throw in a little more coal for you?” “More coal! More coal! Why, I’m all in a sweat now, You had much better open a window. Take off your coat, Samson, or you'll suffer when you go out.” Against my judgment I removed my coat and began as cheerfully as possible. «Well, Uncle, Blossom and I have fixed the happy day.” “Rushing things, eh?” said he, pleasantly, “and I sup- pose you have come for that little starter I promised.” “Little starter!” the dear old man; my eyes were misty as I answered: ‘Oh, Uncle, you will make this the happiest day of my life.” Boarpinc-uouse Kezrer—“Oh, no! Mr. Jones; at three dollars per week, if you please.” 1 not two and always board with her. iss throw these pennies in is face, they are the oldest ones he could find, too, the wretch.” “Old pennies,” thought I, vaguely, allowing her to kiss me as much as she liked; I then took them to a coin- dealer, who, finding them unusually | rare _ specimens, bought the: five for nearly three hundred dollars. Thank- ing Uncle in a sarcastic note, Blossom and I went on our delightful bridal tour, return- ing Eoin which a letter await- ed me. i “ Dear NepHew Samson :—: expected you to throw those pennies in my face, when I should have shown you their value and kept them. Inow believe you are shrewd enough to manage some interests of mine, and trust you will favor me with an early call. My regards to 7 «| Blizzard. Uncte Swaprack.” pieces of pie PERFECTLY CORRECT. “*Tut! tut! Samson,” said he, “I was a poor boy once.” He then gave me the benefit of his ripe experience, enjoining me to caution in business, never to endorse paper, and even to avoid part- nerships ; then going to his little safe he hobbled back with a large sealed envelope. RESOLUTION ADOPTED BY THE “BUNG- HOLE" PROTECTIVE UNION. “Brethren, let us establish ourselves. Now or never! This morning I ordered the bar keeper of an east side saloon to put out his kegs, an’ d’ yez think he did it? No, | brethren, he refused. We must strike.” «Take this home with you, Samson,” said he. “No, no, I want no thanks; and now, good-night.” As I could not speak I wrung his hand with respectful tenderness and took my leave. on the bulky envelope, and all out of breath, burst in on Blossom and her mother. “T told you so,” said Blossom, jumping with joy. ‘Didn't I tell you, ma, that Samson would get it?” And even the mother forgot her incredulity at the sight of the envelope. “And now,” said I, “let us see the little starter.” “The little starter; the kind old man, I could kiss him a thousand times,” said | Blossom, enthusiastically. **You shall,” said I, “as many times as you like.” I opened the envelope very carefully, drawing forth, at last, a package of heavy | manilla paper. “What is it?” said Blossom, excitedly. “Unroll it,” said her mother, eagerly. I reeled off nearly three yards before I reached the inner packet, sealed with wax, and marked in Uncle's careful handwriting : “For my Nephew, Samson Saunders.” My hand now trembled visibly, but I broke the seal and disclosed——five, old fashioned, copper pennies. While I was speechless, Blossom folded up in a swoon, and, un- nerved by the steely glitter in her mother’s eye, I dropped the coins and rushed into the street. Through swirls of cutting snow, I plod- ded back to Uncle's, but the house was dark and no one answered my repeated thumps on the door. At last I stood on the curb and shook my clenched fist at his window, and shouted at the top of my voice: “Hi, there, you old shark! You come down here and I'll give you a little | starter, you old reprobate!” but the wind whistled derisively, and, thoroughly chilled, I turned homeward. In the morning I thought to leave the house unseen, when Blossom threw her arms around my neck. ‘Poor, dear Samson,” she sobbed, ‘‘1 will love you just as much, and ma says we can get married without any little starter, Tran all the way home, my hand | «I went up to see the plan | of Mrs, Bartholomew Jones’ house the other day,” said Brown to his friend on the street car. “She was very enthusiastic about her new improvements and so on, and told me the gem of the whole house would be a beautiful spra/ staircase. Ha, ha, ha!” Siepxixs—* Well, I don’t sce anything remarkably funny about that. She proba- bly meant her éacé stairs.” Tue Juner’s double back action, reversi- ble, labor-saving, self adjusting, patent bed- stead, for getting Biddy up in the morning. 39 & 41 West 26th Street, New York. $2.50 per Day. MILLER’S HOTEL, —sf Turkish, Electric and Roman Baths, and Massage. x Bend for Circulars. comicbooks.com