The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-01-03

| ,tS RneG ln u3y6 OF oid, angels came
down in visibie shape a.ld ministered
~ the necessities of men.
SO passed the winter, the spring;
and summer spread her mantle carly
over the land, and ell went happily
with the little hive of workers. But
one afternoon in August o sad thing
happened. Jenny slipped on bit Of
banana skin--one Of the many bits
which dot summer pavements-fell,
wrenched and sprained her shoulder,
and broke her right arm. Luckily
she was near home. and was carried
there at once. The accident was dis
posed Of in three lines in next day's
paper, but not 30 easily by the party
most concerned. "A long illness was
followed by weary convalescence.
Sewing wac out Of the question; Jen.
ny's friendly patrons were out Of town:
there was no one to offer help; and
what with weakness and discourage
ment, rent falling behind, and doc.
tors bill looming porteptously ahead,
our brave little woman felt her courage
sinh rs never before in her life.
What could she have done without
the Denises now? This wac queetion
she asked herself q dozen times day.
Morning after morning Airs. Denis
brought her bright kind face to Jenny's
bedside, made her tea, brushed her
hair, Strengthened the room, and cheer
ed her with the hopeful words which
mean 80 much to the desponding inva-
lid. Hour after hour Nanny sat, pa
tient as an old woman, beside "Aunt
Jenny" watching her eye, and ready
to fly at a moment for whatever was
needed. Even little Alice would
climb the stairs with glass of "real
cold" water, flower, o kiss to make
her we'll, or a new rhyme cu.led from
her picture-book. which she was sure
would "amoose" the dear neighbor.
These visits were the sole cheer of
those dark days. The little seed sown
in kindness had indeed brought forth
fruit a hundredfold.
"Sure and it's pleasure you would
not deny me-" Mrs. Denis would pro-
test in answer tn Jenny fearful thanks.
Its always been you and you before,
and 1 never thought I'd have the
chance to SO much as turn my hand
over for you. It's clear pleasure, it is."
The "clear pleasure" lasted into Oc-
tobcr; then matters began to mend.
Jenny could help herself little at
last. Her employers came back, and
varions little kindnessee followed their
return. But the once nimale fingers
were stiff and weak, and Thanksgiving
found her still unable to sew for more
than q few minutes at time. Mrs.
Meredith was in Europe; no ono hap
pened TO think Of the little seanlstrees,
and altogether things were in sorry
contrast to the bright holiday Of last
year.
Again Jenny sat in her rocking
chair on ThanEsgivirg-eve, idle now
from necessity, not of choice. She
looked sad, but frightened when Airs.
Denis step sounded on the stair. t
was quick, glad step, and Mrs. Denis
burst in with the joyful face of bear
! er of good tidipgs.
"Oh, JennyW she painted, "never
was anything like it! It's turkey
has come to me myself this time I!
Mrs. Read sent it, for the darling she
is !-an elegant turkey, and an ele-
giant heap Of potatoes as we'll. Wen
have our Thanksgiving after all and
i If you're agreed, we'll eat il up here,
for my rooms but a cold one, and /
daren'S risk you to come down."
"How nice! how pleasant! But
how very kind of yen!" said Jenny,
half crying.
Kind Why, yourself did it. you
know. It's you last year, and me this,
i that's ALL"
1t was impossible to resist such OPEN
hearted gladness, and the feast proved
even merrier than that memorable one
of year ago. Jenny contributed
some red-cheeked apples to take the
place of the missing pie; the room was
warm and bright, the children alive
with fun and frolic. Jenny, pale but
cheerful, lay back III her chair, enjoy
ing the jokes and contributing soft
treble to the laughter. Altogether it
was pleasant scene.
Nov the wiss-bonei'' cried little
Alice. "Nanny pulled it last time, SO
it's my turn now. Will you wiss with
me, Aunt jenny"
"Of course; and I shall wish just
exactly what 1 did theD," declared
Jenny, holding her end of the bone
with the fingers of her left hand
.Cncle Jim, and may he got bachsafs
and sounds !" r
"Uncle Jim," echoed Alice.
| A deep sigh followed. Jim's ship
was overdue, and Mrs. Denis had fears
in her mind which she did not like to
put into words.
Crack went the wish-bone, and, as
though the sound were signal, rap
rap! fell upon the door.
| "Come in" cried the whole party.
startled, they hardly knew Why.
! ':is there They told me below
Mrs. Denis was hero" began the new
conner, but his voice was drowned in q
Joyful shrek.
"Jim ~ "Uncle jim" ooh, Jim,
| here at last !" And Mrs. Denis and
the children flung themselves upon the
stranger.
"Avast there can't breathe fol
| you ALL" cried he at last. "Whatevel
will She lady think of such doings
; I'd beg her pardon, only thera'5 lit
speaking, you throttle me so." And