The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-12-12
Her arrangements were

for home. Her arrangements were
soon completed and the next day the
| mail carried an answer to Uncle John.
81 too" she wrote, shave known what
it is to have no home, and the one
have to offer you may sadly disappoint
you; but l will try my best to make
it pleasant for you. Your room is
ready and, with my warmest welcome,
waits your coming"
A week later an express wagon
landed an old man. with . battered
trunk, on the doorstep Of the little
brown cottage. 1t CHANGED to be on a
Saturday, when Jennie had no school
duties, and the cordial words with
which she welcomed Uncle John were
interrupted with a kiss on the old
mans cheek, which the latter did not
fail to repay. From under pair Of
bushy eyebrows peered two keen. ga
gacious gray eyes, which took in
every look and movement Of the little
schoolma'm,
you dear little Samaritan :" he
cried. "You, of all my relatives,
alone consented"
A soft hand wss placed over the
old mans mouth.
"Hush! Uncle john" she said.
"You come as my honored guest, and
you are to make no Samaritan refer
ences to me"
Then she introduced him to her
companion, showed him through the
little brown cottage, and, with many
a tug and little cry, helped him carry
the old, battered trunk up the winding
stairway. This tssk accomplished,
she proceeded to store its contents in
faultless order in the bureau provided
for the purpose.
$50 like your mother in her girlish
days" said Uncle John, inlerrupting
her in her work to indulge in one
more good, long look. And what
untold possessions and pleasures 40
you deny yourself for the sake of Civ
ing an old man a home ?"
"Ah! Uncle john" she answered,
with a merry laugh, call my life has
had so many denials that few more
or less are Of little consequence. And.
besides, I have found. with the Ger
man Lessing. that the seeking, the
pleasure of the pursuit and anticipa-
ton is greater than the realization"
"And So you are deep in the Ger
mans? Do not let their Haeckels aud
Buchners dim your faith"
Then they sat down and took
mental gauge of each other. From
German philosophy they drifted to pc-
etry, from poetry to history, from his
tory to science.
" Uncle John has not found bust
ness so absorbing that he has not taken
time to read. Perhaps his devotisl
to books caused him to fail :" thought
Jennie.
1.-The little Samaritan has not allowed
poverty to interfere with the develop
ment Of her higher nature. She is
thorough in al her intellectual attain
ments," thought Uncle John.
Before a month had passed . stran-
ger would have thought that Uncle
John was master of the house, so gen.
tally had he fitted into the lives of the
two girls. Left mostly to himself.
his companions absent at their daily
tasks, he became absorbed in the chem.
ical mysteries of the kitchen. 1t is
said that Dumas, the Elder, was the
best cook in France. Uncle John did
credit to his short experience in Gull
nary affairs. When the cont .nts OF
Jennie's little bookcase became too
familiar. the public library was at
hand and, after an early tea, in the
soft June twilight, Uncle John would
read to the two girls, and he read with
that appreciative feeling which made
it real pleasure to listen to him.
Two months swiftly sped away and
the school year drew to its close.
Teachers and scholars were alike dis.
persed, and Jennie had settled down
for the hot summer months in the lit
tie brown cottage. 1t had not been so
hard as she anticipated. Uncle John
proved such a pleasant companion,
and, though, from his coming, she had
been compelled to forego few person
al luxuries. she did not really regret
them.
She was sitting in the little parlor,
the shades mostly down, to keep out
the hot July sunshine, herself in keep
ing with the dainty yet inexpensive
furnishings which surrounded her, when
Uncle John entered, carrying an open
letter and exclaimins:
"In luck. in luck, at last, little
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