The Mineral argus., 1884-01-24

have no home and the one 1 have to
9nef you may sadly disappoiot yuu; but
l Will try my best to make 1t pleasant
Tor you. Tour room is ready. and win
my warlnest welcome, waits YOU,
coming"
a week later an express wagon landed
an ola man, with a battered trunk. on
the doorstep OF the little brown cottage.
IL Ia TO be on a Saturday, when
JENNIE a mo school duties, and the
GOrulas words with which she welcomed
Uncle John were interrupted by a Kiss
on the old mans cheek, which the la
Ter dld not faIl to repay. From under
a pair OF 6ushy eyebrows there peered
out TWO Keen, sagaclOus gray eyes, which
tOok IN every look and movement of the
Little schoolma'am.
You lear little Samaritan" he cried.
You, of al my relatives, alone CONSENT
ed"
A soft hand was placed over the old
mans mouth.
flush! Uncle John" she said. 'You
come as my honored guest, and you are
to make no Samaritan references 70 me-"
Then she Introduced INN to her COM
pamoD, showed hlIn through the little
brown cottage, and, with many a tug
and little cry, helped him carry the old.
battered trunk up the winding stairway
task accomplished, she proceeded
10 store Its It's IN Iaultless order in
the bureau provided tor The purpose
90 IKE your mother In her yirlish
days" said Uncle John, interruptiny her
III her work to lndulge In one more GOOD
long look. And what untold posses.
slOns and pleasures do you DENY your-
sell Tor tile sake Of giving an old man a
homer"
"Ah! Uncle John" she answered. with
a merry laugh, my iie has had SO many
denlals that a few more or less are OF lit
Tie consequence. And, besides, l have
found, with the German Leasing, that
the seeking the pleasures OF the pursuit
and anticipation is greater than the
realization"
And SO you are deep in the Germans.
Do not let their Haeckels and BucLners
dim your faith"
Then they sat down and took a men,
tai gauge of each other. From German
philosophy they drifted to poetry, from
poetry to history, from history to
science.
"Uncle John has not found business
50 absorbing that he has not taken time
to read. Perhaps his devotion to books
caused him to fail" thought Jennie.
THE little Samaritan had not allowed
poverty to intefere with the develop
ment of her higher nature. She is thor
ough in all her intellectual attainments,"
thought Uncle John.
Before a month had passed, a stran-
ger would have thought that Uncle
John was the master of the house, so
genially 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 chemical
mysteries OF the kitchen. 1t il SAID that
Dumas the elder was the best COOK in
France. Uncle John did credit to mis-
short experience in culinary affairs.
When the contents of Jennie's little
book case became too familiar, the pub
lie library was at hand; and after an
tea in the soft June twilight, Uncle
John would read to the two girls, and
he read with that appreciatIve feeling
which made it a real pleasure to listen
to him.
Two months swiftly sped awayand the
year drew to its close Teachers
ana scholars were alike dispersed, and
Jennie had Sc tied down for the hot
summer months in the little brown cot |
1t had not been so hard as she
anticipated. Uucle John had proved
such a pleasant companion, and, though,
from the coming, she had been COM
PEELED to forego a few personal luxuries
h 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 keeping
dainty yet inexpensive furnishings
which surrounded her, when Uncle John
entered, carrying an open letter and ex-
claiming:
I'm luck, in luck, at last, little girl.
is n of my old customers, who
has long been indebted to me and from
whom L never expected to realize a
penny, at last taken pity on me and
sent me a draft for 500. Come little
and Uncle John snatcned some
article of sewing from her hands and
it into the corner, mo more work
With the needle this hot weather. Pack
boxes and We will away to the
White hills. l know you would have
this journey if l had not come, and
now, with Sue, and myself as baggage
master, we will see for ourselves how
of truth and how much of poetry
here is in the Starr King"
1t was needless for Jennie to indulge
n remonstrance. She could not tell
John it would be much better to
put the money aside, against further
contingencies, without causing him to
eel that his presence was a burden TO
ler; and so 1t was arranged that the
White hills should be visited.
Uncle John at once put himself in the
hand OF a tailor. Was it Jennie's imagi-
nation, or did the perfectly fitting
and the possession of a wellJ
1lled purse, make a difference in Uncle
Johns personal bearing? He certainly
had little difficulty in assuming the pol
shed and courtly bearing that comes
rom mtngling with the best of humani-