The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-02-12
WHO Is MY NEIGBBOR.

"Ob, what lovely bunch of pan
sizes, Is it possible they are for me p
| exclaimed 10 a tiny, brown-ey ed
girl who placed fragrant bouquet oi
the gold and purple dewy blooms in
my hammock, in which was idly
swinging under the big maple.
"Aunty Lee sent them,n said the
wee child, land she hopes the noun.
tain air will soon make you we'll, and
she's your neighbor down under the
bill."
"Who is this neighborly Aunty
Lee ?" | asked the woman with whom
| boarded, when next she came with.
in hearing of nv voice
"Ob, then, she's..sent you some po.
sies,v replied talka,ise Mrs. Evans,
coming oriskly from the garden and
sitting down on the steps of the little
porch SO that she might entertain me
while she was sbelling her peas, thus
killing tew birds with one stun,n as
she said Il was wonderin' tew
myself not tew minutes ago how long
'twould be afore rhe'd ind out about
ye an' send We suthia' | can't see,
for nv part. how she can afford to do
as she does
why, what does she do ? | in-
quired
"Ob, she says she aims to be neigh
berly, aud is anybody happens TO be
sick any ywheres around she sends 'em
little things to eat and towers to
cheer 'em up. rs sbe Gays ana she
always has ber knitting work in her
pocket, and ner odd jobs Of knitting,
as she calls it, grows out like magic
into gloves and mittens and wrist
lets and stockin's that she gives
away
ITO her friends-peopie fully able
to bay them, / suppose ?''
q dear, no. To poor children and
TO ole men and women that | s'pose
are really needy. aud that set great
store oy ber warm and handsome
presents, for her yarns are a. bright
rs ber flowers. and I've told my man
good many times tbas the color
went half toward maxim her little
gift so welcome An then she has so
much comp'nv."
Rich p o. 10 from the city, whose
virits she returns 7"
o land sakes no poor folks that
are tickled most to death to get in
vitation to ber pleasant little home.
Yes, her horne is an sms -in' pleasant
one, though ber man is only poor
mechanic. She's always a sayin'
that she'd rather do little good ey-
cry day az she goes along than too
be a waitin' tew do some great thing
when she gets able, sa' thsu, p'rhaps
lose her opportunity aud never do
noihin'.
told ber one day last year, saws
I, Mis- Lee, should rutner be put
lin' sumthin' in the bank for rainy
day than be givsl' away all the time
AND says she, Mrs. Evings, that's
your way. an its q good way !
don't 6nd no fault with it, but all
these things mat give away would
never ge; into the bank, an so you
see they'd be lost. an | should pass
away without ever doin' anything fer
nv Master. An | don't want 10 go
to bed night without ihinkin' that
have tried that day to tighten some
fellow-mortsl's burden, 0rosgh,
smile TO some face or streak o. sun
shine 10 some beart, if it's only giyin'
a BUNCH @ PosieS ia .hs fisht sper,
|et.'n
And these flowers cost Der Q good
deal. o. 6rst snd last, | suppose ~
said |, earessing my pansies.
"Oh, 'twould cost me good desl
to ron sech . Cover saraec az she
does, but Mis'sLee says she's not
strong. so she gifts fresh air, sun baths
and exercise in be, gsfden sna spends
Eer uuy wcrkin' 10 there instead Of
visitin' She retgrns all beF calls by
sepdio' ber compliments viii bunch
q pesieslP
So hires some one to carry them
about, | presume ?"
"MpssJ, 90. There isn't child 10
the village but what would run it,
legs of for Aunty Lee" and having
finished shelling her mess Of peas, ly
talka,iye little bostess trotted of about
her work again. saying, as she disap-
peared through the door way:
"It's well enough to be neig hborly,
of course bat Mis- Lee might see
the time when she'd 9 wished she
bad leetle someibin' out at inter
est"
The Vermont mountain air agreed
with me, NY health gradually i'm
proving. and ] staid on and on, week
after week, spending great part Of
my time, when the weather did not
positively forbid. in my hammock
under The naples.
As YET ] bad not Cnce seen my
neighbor, Aunty Lee, but grew to
love her on account of the pretty
nosegsys that continually found their
way from her hand to mine by one
and another OF her children messen-
gers.
One night, late in August, there
was . heavy tbunder-shower- The
sudden downfall of rain swelled the
little river that skirted our village to