The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-09-18

So he went into the next car, and
the signal to slack up came presently.
| turned to Mr.. Jones, the conductor,
who just then stepped out on theplat-
form.
as it for that old lady?" said I. He
answered, "Yes." Said I, ahow far
did she want to goz' ssTo Swamp
SCOTT" said he.
"You needn't stop Mr. Jones, Z said
/, "Ill pay her fare
"YoulD he echoed.
eyes, r." said /. TN take her to
my own house until she can telegraph
to her friends or something. Ny wife
| will be good to her, / knowy for the
sake of her own old mother out east
"Just as you please" said Mr.. Jones.
"But when you've been on the read
| as long asI have, you'H find that this
| sort of thing doesn't answer"
II hope / shall never be on the road
too long to forget my Christian chari-
ty,V | answered, a little nettlsd. And
took out my worn pocket-book and
handed over'the money.
We did not stop at S~tUnIpvifie sta
tiOn after all, but put on more steam
and ran as fast as it was safe 10 drive
our engine-and when, n little past
midnight, we reached Swampscott.
when we were due at 100 Pierre Rene,
the Frenchman, came on board to re-
lieve me. and / helped my old lady off
the. train, fiat basket, travelling bag
and all.
Gam / to be put Off after alT?gy said
she, with a scared look around her.
"Cheer up. ma am, said |, "You are
all right. Now, then-look out for the
step. Here we are"
Where am I?'' said the old lady.
SAT Swampscott, ma'am, said 4.
tAnd you are the kind man who
paid my fare?" said she. ~But my
daughter and her husband wilt repay
you when"
"All right, ma'am;'' said II. *And
now, if you'll just take my armb Wen
be home in a quarter of an hour"
"But," said she, "why can't / gmd
rectly to my destinations"
cts middling late, ma'am" said /,
"and houses don't stand shoulder to
shoulder in Swamtscott. My nearest
neighbor is a mile and a-half away
But never fear, ma'am, Tvea wife that
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sake of her own mother
She murmured a few words ofthaTxkS,
but she was old and weary, and the
path was rough and uneven, in the
very teeth of keen November blast
and walking wasn't an easy task.
Presently, we came to the little.eot-
tage on the edge Of the Swampscott
woods, where the light glowed warmly
through the Turkey red curtainsa
ooh, Mark, dealgst, how late you
are?" cried Kate, making haste to
open the door. "Come in, quick out
Of the wind. supper is all readys. and
but who is that with your"
In a hurried whisper | told her all
did / do right, Kate2" saidI.
Fright of course you did, said she.
tkAsk her to come mat once. AndIl
put another cup and saucer ON the
table,
TenderIy / assisted the chilled amd
weary old lady across the threshold.
sHere's my wife," said II and
here's a cup Of smoking hot eeffee.and
some of Katie's own biscuits and
chicken piel You'll be all right when
the cold is out Of your joints a Bit"
"You are very, very welcome, said
Kate brightly, as she advanced to- UNI
tie our visitors veil and loosen the
folds OF her cloak. But, all of a sud
den, I heard a cry, Mother, oh,
MOTHER
"Hold on, Katel" said I, with the
coffee-pot still il my hand, as I had
been lifting it from the fire. ssThis is
newer
sBut it is, Mark cried out Kate
breathlessly. ssIt's mother; my own
mothers Oh, help me, dearest, quickly;
she has tainted away!'
But she was all right again, present
ly, sitting by the fire with her feet on
one of the warm cushions, which Kate
had knit with wooden needles, and
drinking hot coffee. 1t was all true.
The unfortunate passenger whose
pocket had been picked on the train,
and to whose rescue / had come, was
no other than my Hates own mother,
| who had determined to risk the perils
Of a Journey to the far West tossee her
| child once again.
And she has been with us. ever since,
| the dearest old mother.in-law that
ever a man had, the comfort of our
household, and the guardian angel Of
little Kate and the baby when | am
away on my long trips.
And little Kate declares now that
she is perfectly happy" God bless
her-may she never be otherwise.
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