The Yeah. Welcome back everyone to

to one thousand one classic short stories and tales.

It's time for a heartwarming story,

this time from Lucy Maud Montgomery.

And it's called the Fillmore Elders.

And now our story.

I expected as much, said Timothy Robinson.

His tone brought the blood into Ellis Duncan's face.

The lad opened his lips quickly, as if for an angry retort, but as quickly closed them again with

a set firmness oddly like Timothy Robinson's own.

When I heard that lazy, worthless father of yours was dead,

I expected you and your mother would be looking to me for help.

Timothy Robinson went on harshly. But you're mistaken if you think I'll give it.

You've no claim on me, even if your father was my half brother.

No claim at all, and I'm not noted for charity." Timothy Robinson smiled grimly.

It was very true that he was far from being noted for charity. His neighbors

called him close and near. Some even went so far as to call him

a miserly skinflint. But this was not true. It was however undeniable that Timothy Robinson kept a tight clutch on his purse strings,

and although he sometimes gave liberally enough to any cause which really appealed to him,

such causes were few and far between.

I'm not asking for charity, Uncle Timothy, said Ellis quietly.

He passed over the slur at his father in silence, deeply as he felt it, for alas, he knew that it was only too true.

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