Sweetwater Springs Scrooge: a Montana Sky Holiday Short Story (The Montana Sky Series)
“He’d always been a prudent man—not that he needed to be, for it was common knowledge he’d inherited shares of railway stock. But only after Marian Hutchinson jilted him had Elias become a downright skinflint. And he was as close-fisted with his words as he was a tightwad with his money.
Every year he became more taciturn and his appearance grew seedier, from the straggly brown beard, now threaded with white, and shoulder-length hair that looked like he’d hacked off the ends with a knife, to his shabby appearance. Elias wore his clothes until they were mostly rags, clean rags, but rags nevertheless, full of darns and patches. He had fine hazel eyes, but they lacked any spark of humor, although a few old-timers remembered him differently.
Elias never invited guests over to his home so he didn’t have to serve them a meal, not even Reverend and Mrs. Norton, although he sometimes sat in a back pew on Sunday mornings. Worst of all, he passed the offering plate right on by, and no one had ev...er seen the man contribute a cent.MoreLess
Every year he became more taciturn and his appearance grew seedier, from the straggly brown beard, now threaded with white, and shoulder-length hair that looked like he’d hacked off the ends with a knife, to his shabby appearance. Elias wore his clothes until they were mostly rags, clean rags, but rags nevertheless, full of darns and patches. He had fine hazel eyes, but they lacked any spark of humor, although a few old-timers remembered him differently.
Elias never invited guests over to his home so he didn’t have to serve them a meal, not even Reverend and Mrs. Norton, although he sometimes sat in a back pew on Sunday mornings. Worst of all, he passed the offering plate right on by, and no one had ev...er seen the man contribute a cent.MoreLess
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