Jack's Ward; Or, The Boy Guardian

day before. In fact, matters came to a crisis, and something must be sold to raise funds for immediate necessities. Now, the only article of luxury-if it could be called so-in the possession of the

sband's consent, agr

le we will buy ano

we can do without

will m

fortable, and ought never to have been boug

won't be disturbed

ut it's hard to tell how R

k was ampl

ithout any hint to her of what was going to happen. Wh

he sofy?"

. Stoddard," said Mrs

choed Rachel

and we did need money. She offered me

, and began straightway to show si

in the house when a body's sick. But, there, it's gone, and if I happen to get down, as most likely I shall, for I've got a bad feeling

was sick last, you didn't want to use the sofa; you said it didn't lay comfort

hook her head

. "Timothy's got so much behindhand that he wo

ages to find steady

I'm sure he won't. There won't be any work

desponding,

had only taken my advice, we

you refer to, Rachel," sai

make no impression. You didn't pay no att

erhaps we can still profit by it," answered

iny day. But that's always the way. Folks think when times

ve been much more economical

xpect to have meat so often. It's frightful to think what

n't live without it. Mrs. Harding might have reminded her of this, but the good woman was too kind and forbearing to make the retort. She

rom experience till it's too late to be of any use. I don't see what the world was made for, for my part. Ever

el better by a

n' every day. I don't know how I can stan

gone there y

in' soon. We can'

g," said his mother, hear

was the matter. He don't care anything

is trying every day to get somethi

aging to Jack, but she had no chance,

said his mothe

plan, moth

plan worth?" sni

torin' me, Aunt Rachel,"

t the way my own n

m thinking of, mother. I've been talkin' with Tom Blake; he sells paper

very good wa

first, you know, and I haven't got any money. So, if

ou can sell

m as smart as Tom

ked Rachel, by way of a damper. "

ay all the time,"

er than you," be

ger," interrupted Jack

ccount of my age, Jack. Martha,

pectful

ggravate me so. Will you let me

hink your plan

lar from her pocketbook

r. I'll see what

Rachel looked mor

ney again, you may depend

ot, Ra

it for candy, or in s

achel. Jack is not

ow him. I've had

him to do anyt

e he's a

dmit; but he wouldn't spend for his own pl

he can sell them, so the money's wasted

and see," said

unreasonable moods, and that it was