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about her trunk, to be sent for in close myself. John's folks thought the morning, she gathered up her so. I'll have to be careful about lunch basket and wraps and went criticising. How I shall enjoy gotrudging up the road.

Ing to meeting Sunday and seeing "I'll stop at home and see how old friends. I'll sing, too, just as things look," and so saying she let loud as I please. At John's church, down the bars and entered the lane whenever I began to sing, people that led to the kitchen door.

turned to stare at me, as if I had "How good it seems !” she ex- no right to praise. They thought, claimed; “I didn't know I was ' I guess, that they paid the choir homesick before. Amos and Mar- for all the singing. I never heard tha don't know I'm coming so soon, how the Smith twins got through and if I had a little mite of tea I'd the measles. I wonder how Miss eat supper here. Why! yes, I have Bacon's rheumatism is. There's so tea. I remember I bought a half much I want to hear." pound just before I went away. I'll She lighted a candle, wound the go to the barn and see if I can find clock and went into the chilly parsome eggs; then I'll have, with lor. She lingered long over the what's left of my lunch, enough for fading daguerreotypes of her loved breakfast too, and I can sleep here ones in solemn array on the mantel. on my good feather bed. Folks Then after clearing away the supnowadays don't know what com- per, she covered the fire. Her heart fortable beds are.”

was overflowing with thankfulness, Grandma took the egg basket, as she knelt down by the bed and and her search was successful. prayed. Soon she was sleeping, When she came to the house Tabby with Tabby curled up on the foot was on the window sill, mewing to of the bed. get in. Soon a bright fire was burn- After the busy weeks of repairing in the fireplace, the tea kettle ing the ravages of the storm, hanging on the crane was singing grandma tried to settle down and its cheerful song and Tabby in take up the thread of life which she grandma's lap purred a contented had dropped; but a flood of memoaccompaniment.

ries swept over her and as the tide Grandma sat long over her tea, receded it carried away almost all looking across the intervening val remembrance of the later, lonely ley to the village of Barton Hill, years and the charm of the old days and watching the setting sun gild was upon her, and her mind refused the weather vane on the church to accept the actual conditions. A spire, and then darkness gathered toiler in the distant fields was her and the villagers began to light up husband in his manhood's prime, here and there.

until with an effort she recalled the "There goes Almira Powers's day when he left her forever. A light, the first one always; guess school boy coming around the bend she's as much tailoring to do as of the road at the juniper trees was ever," said grandma. “There's Dea- John hurrying home from school, con Davis's. Then the last of all, until he came near and a pang shot Widow Skinner's; she's just as through her heart as she realized close as ever. Oh! I forgot. I'm he had gone out of her life and had his own interests. Miriam seemed A good many old ways are the ever present, and as grandma went best.” about her household tasks she held She talked of the days when John imaginary conversations with her. and Miriam were little ones; when

“I must do sòmething to break they started to school, and of their this spell,” she said to herself, “the mature years. Then looking out of neighbors will think I'm getting the window, she gave a start as she crazy. Oh! there comes old Bill exclaimed, “There's father now.” Mason. Maybe a good long talk Happily, Bill did not hear her. with him will bring me to my Then she told of her visit at John's. senses."

She glanced out of the window, Bill Mason was the ancient type thinking she saw him, then reof tramp in those days called walk- covering herself she went on to say abouts. At the approach of cold that Sybil was to be at the Sunday weather he sought the shelter of school convention in Weston and the poor farm and emerged in the would make her a little visit as she spring, taking up his accustomed would be so near. route. He had been a welcome “Yes,” responded Bill, cheerfully, guest for the busy farmers' wives “I guess we'll have a snow squall and daughters were kept advised soon." Her monologue, he thought, by him of all the news for miles had been concerning the weather. around. But of late years his hear- She was glad to hear him say he ing had become defective and his intended to stay all night two or information was not always reliable, three miles farther on.

nd some hard feeling had been thc He had brought no relief. "I'm result of his mis-statements. How- afraid I'm spoiled for living alone," ever, he had grown cautious, and moaned she. was reinstated in the good graces When Sybil rode up to the house, of his old benefactors, and although she wondered at the closed winit was conceded that he was no dows and thought grandma could longer very interesting, he was sure not be at home. The poultry were of a meal and a night's lodging in a waiting around as if they had not back chamber. Grandma gave him been fed, and Tabby was on the a hearty welcome.

window sill mewing to get out. "I'm gettin' on toward home,” After trying in vain to enter, Sybil said he, "the weather's growin' went to the back door, which was chilly.” Bill had no particular unlocked. She passed into the views and was decidedly noncom- kitchen, and a pitiful heap at the mittal when grandma sought infor- foot of the stairs told the story. mation as to the neighbors, and she “Oh! Miriam," faltered grandma, finally gave up in despair and voiced "I knew you'd come.” her own meditations, She went Hours later, when grandma's back to the time when she came as broken bones had been bandaged, a bride to the farm.

and an opiate had given her relief "Why, there was just an old- she told of her accident. fashioned well-sweep, but it was “I guess I was dreaming. I easier to get water then than after thought Miriam was at the back the curb and windlass was put in. door and I got up to let her in. I opened the cellar door instead of emerald ring my great-grandfather the entry door and stepped. It was brought her from India. This lace in the night, and I didn't know is very fine and valuable, I suppose, much till I heard you.” Then but it's dreadfully yellow. I often grandma dozed again until it grew thought I would bleach it. These dark, when she roused up and in- gold beads were my grandmother's. quired anxiously, “Shall you have Her name was Miriam and I named to go?"


my daughter for her. When you "Oh! no, indeed,” answered Sybil; were little I thought you were like "I'm going to stay and nurse you her but I was afraid you were outtill you get well. Cousin Amos growing her sweet ways. I was and Martha are here, and father is mistaken, I see,” said grandma, coming in the morning, so don't with a fond smile. worry about anything.”

“Bring those dresses out of that · "I'm so glad you came, Miriam- deep dresser,” she continued; "they I mean Sybil. You won't mind my were my grandma's, too." calling you Miriam, will you, when Among the heavy silks and popI forget?" asked grandma, wist- lins was a gray crepe. fully.

“Now, grandma," exclaimed Sybil, "No, indeed, grandma. I wish I "this is just the very thing. Let could help you as Aunt Miriam me make you a gown of this and could but I'll do all I can."

trim it with some of this lace. Many weary weeks of suffering You'll need it before very long," and helplessness followed, which said Sybil, blushing. "You'll look were hard to bear for an active, in- like a dear, old-time picture. I dependent person like grandma. shall be so fond of you.” Sybil was patient and untiring and While Sybil was talking she felt repaid when grandma declared slipped the rings on grandma's that Miriam could not have done hands, now soft and white from more. As grandma gained strength her enforced idleness. The pretty in mind and body she exerted her waves were coming back in grandself to entertain her self-sacrificing ma's hair, which had never grown granddaughter and one day sur- gray; and the pink was tinting her prised Sybil by asking her to bring cheeks. Sybil threw the soft folds a sandal wood box from her desk. of crepe about her, and draped This article of furniture was always some lace around her neck. Granda storehouse of mysteries in Sybil's ma's eyes drooped heavily. She mind. In her childhood, grandma was tired and slept. When she occasionally brought from it treas- woke she was confronted by an ures of raisins, peppermints and elegantly attired lady in the looking dainties to regale her little grand- glass. children but none of them had ever “I never thought I could look opened it. This box was filled with like that,” exclaimed grandma. lace and old-fashioned jewelry. “At first I thought it was my

“This ring,” said grandma, taking grandmother and I was visiting her up a plain ring, "was my great- as I did a few times in the old grandmother's wedding ring; and manor house. I always liked pretty this opal and diamond and this things, and I wanted to be educated

but grandfather lost his property ture.” Then she said nothing more. and my father was unfortunate and Spring came early, long before everything was changed. You may grandma was able to do any planput these things away, Sybil. I ning about farm work. She was shall never want any of them. gradually forced to the conviction Folks think a good deal of old that her days of activity and inthings nowadays. Some city peo- dependence were over. ple were here last summer and “I'll have to give up," she conwanted to buy my old spinning ceded, as Sybil helped her to her wheel. They would have opened rocking chair by her favorite wintheir eyes over these. They are all dow where she had a view of the for you when I'm gone. I used to newly planted fields and the cattle look them over and imagine what browsing in the pastures, the garI might have been,” said grandma, den with its promise of good things with a sigh. “I'll always wear my and its wealth of early bloom. best clothes when I come to see “Blessed girl," murmured grandyou, and I guess you'll not feel ma as she bade Sybil good-bye and ashamed of me. I've been intending watched her with dim eyes until to tell you to write to your father she disappeared at the bend of the that I don't need that five hundred road. dollars. There wasn't as much Then rousing herself, she reached damage as I expected and the crops for her work bag, fervently exturned out well,--so you can have claiming, “Thank the Lord! I can the bow window and new furni- knit."

The Grandmother's Wish

By Daisy Wright Field

You'd think that I'd be lonesome,

Jest me and pa alone,
Still nesting in the old tree,

From which the birds have flown?
You wonder if I ever

Let fall a wistful tear
For the little lads and lasses

That once to me were dear?

And Josephine and Alfred,

(Melissa has but two;)
With William's small Anita ;-

Together, not a few.
On Christmas and Thanksgiving

The hull caboodle's here,
Besides which, in installments,

They visit all the year.

Well, yes, you may be right on't,

They trample down my flower beds, I often wish once more

And rob them without fear; For the peaceful little family

My cupboard inside outward I had in days of yore.

They turn when they are here; There's Dick and Belle and Hattie,

They beat on pans and holler (They're Mary's three, you know ;)

Urtil I'm nearly deaf :And Ralph and Nan and Homer,

Steal out my shawls and blankets (These three belong to Joe ;)

To play at “Injun chief."
They leave their muddy footprints

In parlor, porch, and hall,
And run me well nigh crazy,

Although I love them all.
And so I wish-and own it-

That, as in days of yore,
Stead o' all these noisy youngsters,

I had jest only four!

Books As I See Them


One's memory needs to be stirred by a could even in mature years lift and hold fresh study, or a new view of a Country's out at arm's length a heavy axe by the Hero. We all feel we know all there is extreme end of the handle. to be known about Abraham Lincoln, don't He naturally looked down upon little we?

men; he spoke of Douglas as the "least But Alonzo Rothschild's word-painting man" he had ever seen. of him as a "Master of Men” brings him He was amused at the profusion of so vividly before the mental vision, takes wraps worn by the feeble A. H. Stephens such a hold on the reader, that I feel as of Georgia. As the wearer finally emerged, if I had never fully appreciated the special Lincoln remarked to the Secretary of power that caused all associated with him State, "Seward, that is the largest shuckto yield at last to his superior strength, ing for so small a nubbin' that I ever saw." both of muscle and of mind : it is a book Yet he appreciated sincerely the great, litwith but one aim from the start; the au tle man. Whenever he met a very tall thor never once wanders from his theme. man he always insisted on knowing which

The first chapter "A Sampson of the was the taller. Sumner alone firmly reBackwoods" opens with these words: “The fused to stand up with him back to back spirit of mastery moved Abraham Lincoln to be measured. Sumner, he said, was "his at an early age.” And the closing para idea of a Bishop.” graph fitly ends the story: "Lincoln was But now we come to the real thing; the not beyond the pale of human harm. In measuring of mental strength with Dougless than six months from the day of his las and smaller political opponents: only triumph, the man before whom lea 'ers, to conquer them all. One opponent acgreat and small, had gone down in un knowledged that he knew more than all broken succession, went down himself be the candidates put together. fore the only thing that ever wholly mas After a verbal encounter with showy, tered him-an assassin's bullet."

. dressy, sarcastic Colonel Dick Taylor, he As a boy, he soundly thrashed any who said, "I was a poor boy, and had only one attacked him, one or a crowd; no matter pair of breeches to my back and they were what the fight was about; a bitter quarrel buckskin. Buckskin, when wet and dried or a taunting jest at his appearance; no by the sun, will shrink; and my breeches matter to the homely-as-a-hedge-fence, kept shrinking until they left several inches lanky, uncouth giant, who dressed no bet of my legs bare; and whilst I was growing ter than a scarecrow in a cornfield but who taller they were becoming shorter, and so with his preternaturally long arms and much tighter that they left a blue streak legs had so great an advantage that he around my legs that can be seen to this could easily "lick" every antagonist.

day.” Taylor had called him an "aristoHe studied as he scrappe 1, with all his crat!” Thus he took down one more! might and soon got beyond his teachers. And so with them all! See Douglas, his What a precious relic, if it could have old rival and fierce opponent step grabeen preserved, would be the blade of the ciously forward at the Inauguration and wooden fire-shovel, in lieu of slate, where hold the new silk hat which the Victor his examples were laboriously scraped off disliked to lay on the rough board floor. by means of a drawing-knife, after they Seward, for some time felt himself had been transferred to his carefully called upon to save his country from diseconomized exercise-book.

i uption and ruin; he patronized and adSuch prodigious strength! He had no

vised Lincoln who took it good naturedly, need in boyish pranks to stealthily rob a and soon we find Seward writing to his hen house; for unaided he could quietly wife, “Executive skill and vigor are rare pick up and walk away with a chicken qualities. The President is the best of us." house that weighed fully six hundred

The curbing of Stanton was more turbupounds.

lent. Stanton ridiculed him in his acrid He is said to have once lifted a box of way as a "long, lank creature wearing a stones weighing a thousand pounds, and dirty linen duster for a coat, on the back

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