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Port Perry Star, 26 Feb 1913, p. 6

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RA > tan i Samuel ve Ant silently awail division of Mr. ; eines, the 'bereaved wi- te-haired and withered, jably anxious as to her in. sat next to the lawyer. Samuel Wiggings' second ; ide her was her daughter ah, a meek = little woman of fifty. On e table, emil- oy Wiggings, the son of the by his first wife. an aggressive, pompous ti Tan. and his rather round, oil oily face bore a contented "/I- know. sooming" expression, which : largely the cause of old Mrs. ! twitching uneasiness. og Ths i is the last will and testa- of me, Samuel Wiggings, coal Ty of 'Teckham,"' began the jort "1 give and bequeath to Binah Porson, § suddenly p wht She did to look as if she never ex- | anything better, but the ars were smarting beneath ids, and presently splashed ofa publicity 'upon. her my wife, Bally - Wiggings ering her weakness for tea at all hours of the day), javé the tea-canister and its oon- , and nothing else.' " i ory broke from the old woman. fl out her withered arms ap- ingly to the lawyer. tlie home--the home she ve 'Lord knows, me and Bifiahididn't ask no money, but bits things that mean home to us, B Pp 9 tr 41 a you've gob the tea-canis- tefl' wrinted Ephraim, with 'a fat chiickle. "That's the 'ub of a wo- h's 'ome, ain't it! Go on, Mr. Pape! Bee whether he's left me the doormat! Maybe, "e ain't forgot dear little me altogether.' "Ds my son Ephraim,"' pro- ceeded the lawyer, frowning, ' 'I leave everything else of which I die possessed absolutely.' That's the completsi will, Jy friends. I wish you good-day !' As the or closed after him, Ephraim tucked his thumbs into the srm-holes of his waistcoat; walked slowly to the Sraplace, ; and took his straddle-legged, stand on the hearthrug-in his best "lord-of-all-I- survey" attitude. "Well, now, wot about the fute- cher "' he demanded, with a pat- roifing glance at the homeless and |} 0 piless women. = 'What shall you 5 'Binah 1" 'What can I dof' moaned that unfortunate lady, limping to a| chair, and dabbing a very moist handkerchief to her eyes. "My lame leg won't let me get a place in service ; and I've no sort of experi- else, "nor... no well," said Ephraim, waiting "with 'a generous patience for her grief. to subside, "there. won't be two. women needed 'ere, you know, now my father's gone. You can't expect me to keep you-- oan yout" "oq never expected 'no mercy 'from you; Ephraim I"* exploded poot B nah, with an unexpected show of : irk. "You've come into every- | satisfied, and don't try | you're asked fo mise nt B you, yout never bos pn thé spur of her | put on her hat and coat and nei? downstairs to where Ephraim and | my intend dg rp Hl dy rt as we might have found a corner for you 'ere. But my intended--she would- n't "ere of it. She's afraid you'd be i&-| trying to Jone. 3 y'know, And she $hink, Jou id better along and keop B y ah sompany. | won't be #0 lonely for you, yo that Bingh's there alr * And-- and Binah will be glad." i: The tears of his stepmother, and her own feeble argument of her rights, failed to move Ephraim. He was glad to get the scene over, and to tool that the thing was geltled) He ~ brought his 'intend sour-looking, peevish-girl of thirty, who 'was named Mary, and didn't deserve to be---to see their future "But not this furniture!" cried Miss Mary, with a horrified glance around the time-worn treasures which meant home to the Wig- gingses. "Oh, I. simply couldn't live with it, Ephraim! My friends would ory shame. No; we must have mew furniture--fashionsble oak-and-leather things, you know. You'd better sell these antiques, and we'll get some fresh furniture from Tottenham Court Road. You can't expect a young wife to start with an old home, you know." Ephraim assented, with a vefy wry. face. He arr: with an auctioneer to sell the furniture, either "privately or by auction, whilst he and his bride were on honeymoon ; then he gently remind- ed. his stepmother one night that she could now "move out' at her convenience. 'Meaning, 'Ge fo: the Wwork- house? '* demanded Bally of the surly stepson, "That's what it does mean, 1 suppose |' he growled, in careless brutality. , The old lady seeing her home of forty years being wrenched from her, and seeing also the cold wel- come of & poorhouse before her, broke into a &hrill ery for mercy. "Haven't I kept you ere with me for three years since my father died" demanded Ephraim, He was in a vile temper, having just returned from that disastrous jonr- ney to" Tottenham Court Road with the expensive Miss Mary. "And you'd turn your own etep- mother out without a penny--your father's wife I' she wailed. He replied with angry violence. The old lady shrunk from his words; but bravely nerved herself to make a last stand. "I'll not be drove upd I'll 'not be packed out of my home like a servant I' she cried. Ephraim's last shred of good tem- per shapped. He banged his. fist on the table, and half rose, staring at "You're to go now--at once! You heat?' he stormed. "If you stay here any longer, you'll be whining before my wife's people, and up: setting everything! Go at oncgl" Bhe - pleaded - desperately, with her rhenmaticky knees bent to him. She told 'him life would benothing to her without the house and the wornout old treasures which" had made her home for forty years. But Ephraim's spleen rose with every moment of delay. "You're to go iow I' he stormed And at last she went. Worn out with her feeble resistance, and by this time eager for what rest and harbor she could find even in a. workhouse, she turned from the house and ° "hobbled slowly to the ae ddenly the 'doo behind "her opened. She turned Jae in time to see a square Sbjeat fying her 'into' the ' road, and : WHY NOT ON HER BACK? "No dear, no more pudding to-night. Don't you know you cannot sleep on a full stomach ¥' 3 '"Well, auntie, I can sleep on my back she looked vainly for "some note from thé dead man that would ex: plain his last strange joke--th e-hid- ing of this legacy to his wife until her 'wits would discover the secret space between the true and false bottom of the curious old canister. Bally * apent the * night with a friend. She stayed with her until after Ephraim's wedding-day ; then she went to see the auctioneer. "You've got the selling of Mr. Ephraim Wiggings' furniture {" she questioned, fingering ' her new handbag: . "Yes." i 'And what's the price for it, as it' stands?' Ales 'One hundred Failing that, it's to be sold by auction to- MOrrow; 0 make room for the new furniture.' Sally handed him a banknote {or a hundred pounds, "Give me the . it," she said briefly From the ToRees she we the landlord of the house which been the home of the Wiggingses for nearly half a century. He listened: to her. story with 'a twinkling eye. Then he nodded: "Yes; I'll sell the house to you gladly," he said, ' 'raim Wigginge--| he has given me notice, in order to save himself a week's. rent 'while he's away: So he can't grumble, Yes; if you lil = buy the place, and 'move Jat hy s noth g to prevent you. I' have the deeds made out right away.' A few days after Bally went on her last errand. This time it was to bring Binah from the workhousd. Her 'withered old face was very proud and very. Japp when she bréke the mews to Binah hen he workhouse days were over that 2% od h Jorms again, Poor Binah was crying soft ly 'with joy all the way | when she saw the old place just she had - left it, she broke do: gompletely, and sobbed with the ex- SLAVEYS OF LONG SERVICE. Ani English Servant Kept Her Place | For Ninety-seven Years. They have the servant problem over heto | in almost, if net apie, af acute & form as you have it inl your country, but ot would be solved in no time if there were many more domestics like Mary Ann meas > this real Mary Ann was a treasure or not you can guess from the fact that she lived as and friend (according to her obituary with 'a family in Stoke Nowhgion for 83 years, or up to the day of her death at the age of 83. It proves, moreover, that besides being a mo- del servant, M: Lancaster had the; wel mest] hi 'potice) Toll out (using just to make this ea ness of one and a hall inches. Cut {mare out into rounds the size of a tumb- ling. ler 'and with a smaller cutter r move 'a piece from the top of each as though patties. and breaderumb neatly, place AD & frying basket nd fry to li brown. Fill { ies' peas. seasoned wit ; and plage the piece removed the centre on top of the. peas form a . Veal &| Chop A veal. ake a white mance two Sunges sol b of 'butter, cooked is quite 5 stir' in' So one and a ounces of corns book 4 'eral minutes, of white! in place peppery Sook gently ed; in beaten y Benevolent Institution, an , orgend- ! gation in country wi had friends servants 'in time of stress, mataes.., helps them to get good berths and grants pensions to some. of them when past work. Wilham Sly, the secretary of this society, on being. applied to, gave the rather surprising information that Mary Ann Lancaster's 'period of service, though: creditable, was. smashing je from being a record in this country anyhow. .: It may interest you to know," said Bly, "that we have record {on our. books the case of one. mestic who remained with one fam-| ily for 97 years, and of another who stayed 1 in one 'place for 75 years. The fre it of 'these wae Susan O'Ha- | quisite delight of a woman who has | 1am: known what t is to be forlorn homeless, - When Ephraim's new! furnitu arrived the next day, they politely: 'refused delivery, on gro that = Mr. Ephraim 'Wiggings | in i IRL enoug phraim didn't know it yet. "About a week later a cab rattled | Y gate and stopped. g Bpbraim shut the door when # ha in ung the missile after her, gutter and 'egg-and bre Say in hot fat. Borve with baked to ny Cleanse and Heparate' onc liver into four pieces; Hho with} } a little pepper and wrap each slice earth in a thin piece of streaky bacon, fastening the end with a tiny skew- er. They! may then be fried, broiled a or cooked in the oven as may be i. Be sure to have the liv-|~ thro! i Bek done, remove the 'skewers. tolls on: a mound of Lamb Shope St loin OF rib' cho Sel To uettes with Youistoos: side 'down 0 cupfuls of cold rd re ! :

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