Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1879-07-17

A little eXertion had brought on
IIenry's fever again, and the physl-
clan who was summoned to attend
him had spoken in strong terms Of
the absolute necessity for perfect
rest and freedom from excitement.
How was this possible when hour
after hour he must lie upon his back
and see his wife toiling beyond her
strength for their maintenance Y
And then it WAS sometimes difficult
to procure work, and Julia absolute.
ly trembled as she thought of the
sufrerings they must undergo should
this means of support be cut off. a-.
Some kind neighbol had advised
her to apply at a collar manufactOry
near by, where many wome1 and
young girls found constant employ,
mcnt.
She had dome so with success land
at that moment that her Old friend
entered sire was gazing mournfullY
upon a dozen collars which she had
taken upon trial. They were nicely
stitched by sewing machine and
she had engaged to bind them and
make three button holes in each for
the small sum Of one cent apiece.
"a starving price," she murmured
to herself. and then seemed lost in a
sad reverie, from which sire was
aroused by the soft voice of aunt
Fanny.
Julia looked up in surprise, but in
an instant her wonder was turned
into JOY, and twining her arms a
round aunt Fanny's neck she sobbed
like a little child.
Composure was at length restored
and then there was so much to tell
and to be told that the good lady
took off her bonnet and said she
should make herself quite at home,
and pass the evening with them.
''YOu can not be at home here"
said Julia, "because it is not pretty
enough for home"
But to this aunt Fanny answered:
''IIome is wherever we find those
we love. 1t matters little in what
place we find them. So this is my
home for the evening, and now,
Julia, as your husband needs a little
more attention, give me your work
and will sew for you. Ny thimble
is in my pocket as usual, You see
retain my old habits"
you are still the same dear aunt
Fanny" was the reply.
''1lere is my wOrk-to bind these
collars. Do you remember our con.
vers*tion the day l purchased those
cheap collars ? Every word of it is
fresh in my mind. 1 was very
thoughtless then-but o, aunt Fan
ny, / too have now had peep be-
hind the scenes"
"You have, indeed, my poor
child but now to your husband,
aud when he is confortably arrang-
ed we will sit together by his bed
side and have q quiet chat.n
The events of years were soon
talked over, and ere aunt Fanny rose
to bid them good night, she said:
"And now, my dear young friends
am ready to accept your former in-
vitation and become an inmate of
your family"
90, aunt Fanny" exclaimed Ju-
liza, 1--WE have no home to offer you.
This is the hardest trial of ALL"
Listen, my child. 1 am tecom.
ing infirm, and shall soon need the
care which l have bestowed upon
others. There are none who seem
nearer 20 me than yourself. My
means are ample, for my generous
relative has added largely to my lit
tie fortune. We will look for a suit
able dwelling, and you will be as af-
fectionate children"
Tears we're her only answer, but
these were sufficient to speak the
feelings of the heart.
In after years neither party had
cause to regret this arrangement.
Closer intimacy only served to en-
dear them still more to one anoth-
er.
In the midst of her happiness, Ju-
lia forgot not the use of affliction,
and would often feelingly refer to
her peep behind the scenes.
"TnAT's IT, AT the remarka-
BILE trial, where one young lady is
being tried for killing another, Mrs.
Indiana Dennis was called as a wit
ness. Mr.. Crisfeld, who was cross
examining for the defense, said he
would not press a certain question if
she didn't like to answer it. Then,
rs if to prevent any misunderstand-
ing, the witness took the sudden de-