The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-01-14
When Sadie appeared, she said, sharply !.

ways, withdrew to the adjoining room.
When they had closed the door, she look
cd up into Sadie's anxious face, and asked
abruptly
rs the short-cake done, Sally? I'm
hungry"
That it u.s." answered her niece, with q
relieved laugh, "and you shall have it. We
were afraid you were badly hurt"
Not so much as might be, child. Boil.
ster me up leetle. There Now bring
me them swifts-both pairs of 'em-and put
o skein of yarn on each one of 'cm one
blue an one white. Now go an git the
shoit-cake--plenty of butter on it, mind,
childl Don't let no one come in here fer
ten minits."
j." You are not strong enough yet, auntie,'
demonstrated the girl. Let me take off
your bonnet and shawl, and battle your
head. Your eyes looked as though they
ached. Wait awhile before winding the
yarn; there's no hurry about that"
" Let my bonnet alone, and do as tell
you. can't wait |" interrupted Aunt Sally,
sharply.
And the girl went to do her bidding,
pausing to tell the family that she was not
to be disturbed.
When Sadie returned, Aunt Sally had
again tainted, with ball of yarn tightly
clenched in each hnnd, and the flowing
blood fast crimsoning the pillow.
A startled cry summoned the family.
The doctor was sent for, and all was confu-
sion when she again opened her eyes.
See-Sally-I could not finish 'em but
you will, child !" she gasped, as she held
up the balls of yarn, the ruling thought
strong to the last " Wind the five skeins
of each color inter one great ball, and then
knit it-knit it, Sally-knit it all inter dou-
BILE mittens; and give the last pair to
Charles. Iwant him ter wait fer the last
pair ter be done. He can have 'em ter wear
ter the Black Hills, if he likes"
The doctor came and examined the wound,
while the family waited in anxious silence
for his verdict and Aunt Sally eyed him
with grim earnestness.
/ think there is no danger" he said,
slowly, at last, unless, indeed, fever
should set in. With good care think she
will recover"
And 1 know she won't !" said Aunl
Sally. bluntly. Don't you cry. .enrio y
with loving glance at Sadie vii, k,n-lt by
her side, her bright eyes dim with tears
"you will have 1t oil. did want ter live
ter Sec But never mind, child it's all
right Remember that the young may die,
but the old must. Pm not afraid. Sally
good-byl You've oil been good ter the old
woman, and thank ye fur it but Sally
must have it oil. Good-by !"
These were the last words she ever spoke
except those screamed in tho delirium of thu
fever.
Days passed, In which she grew rapidly
worse, and soon her prophesy was fulfilled
Aunt Sally was dead
OF course she was missed. Her place in
the family was vacant; her face was nj
longer soen at the tea-table and short cake
was, for time, banished from the bill oil
fare.
In spite of her gruff ways, tho good-heart.
cd old lady was beloved by those ON whom
she had been dependent.
When she came 10 them, five years before,
begging home, she was accepted and pro.
vided for as poor relative. No thought OF
bank account or pecuniary reward
prompted their caro-; and the blue-and.
white double mittens, which she industri-
ously knitted, had provided her clothing
and pocket-money.
But this hurrying world of our does NOT
wait long to lament the departed.
Other duties claim our attention, the
memory of lost ones soon becomes sacred
spot in the shadowy past, while we press
forward to fancied hopes in the glowing fu-
ture.
Three months after Aunt sally's death,
Sadie sat In the cozy sitting-room, busily
winding the skeins of blue-and- white yarn
Aunt Sally's legacy.
"I never would wind so much yarn on
one ball, child, said her mother, as she
looked OF the huge ball on which Sadie WAS
YEARLY winding. at can mako no sort of
difference whether 1t is ono or fve."
s.: It shall be done just as she wished, +"
answered Sadie. D." 1t makes my hands ache
to wind 1t 30, but it will soon be done.
Charlie says he will wait month for his
pair of mittens. Aunt Sally wanted him to
have the Inst ones, you remember. Let me
SEQ, here are ton skeins. That will knit
twenty pairs, OF least"
"Divide the yarn, and let me help you
knit it," urged Mrs. Warren.
"No, again, mother DEAR" replied the
girl "Aunt Sally told me to knit it, and
will, though can't imagine why she was so
anxious about IL. The money from these
mittens will just buy me that black cash.
msre thought couldn't afford to have
this winter. II will not be such great job,
after ALL"
And to young, resolute, nimble fingers
the knitting of twenty pairs of double init.
tens Is no serious task
In much less than q month tho yarn was
converted into marketable shape, and Sadie
eyed the pile of ahapely mittens with salts.
| thctiou US ble knltteu inuubulOuSly upon
The last pair-Charlie's pair-and Charlie
sat beside her, watching the process.
This was his last evening OF home on
the morrow be was to start to seek his for.
tune in the gold mines.
Almost through, Sadie? How slowly
you knit Arc you dreading to get them
done :" he asked, playfully, as he unwound
the last threads of yarn from the papers
which formed the centre of the ball.
Yes, confess that / am, Charlie" an
swered the girl, with q sigh. You will
wait until they are done; therefore am in
no hurry to finish them"
But the sooner go the sooner I shall
earn our home-t est, Sadie" said the young
man. /" Fie, fe dear you must BIO drawer
the time will pass quickly, and What's
This ?''
His astonishod gaze was riveted by these
words upon tho orumpled pepper he had me-
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