The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-23
long on us. / shall have to see what ]
can get on my watch.n

She pressed her hand upon II AZ she
thought of the wedding day when Wal
ter gave it to her. The p~ostofice had
TO be passad ere the pawnbrokers shop
was reached. Almost mechanically she
stopped in and inquired for letters.
One was handed her. Bessie almost
shrank from the sight of the blue bust
ness-iooking envelope. Oh, surely il
was not another dun! 1t was addressed
to Walter r. Allison.s
But ] will open it. He must not be
so troubled again to-day" said the true
wife, as her trembling fingers slowly tore
aside the envelope.
Was she mistaken? Surely it was a
check on--bank, and for three hun
dred dollars. Three hundred dollars!
How it would tighten their burdens,
how 1t already lightened the poor little
wife's hearth Bessie wondered how
she transacted her business with Mrs.
Wilton; how she could listen and an
swer intelligibly as to box-plaiting and
tailor-tinish, or decided between the
merits of plush bands or satin pipings,
when she was so eager to rush home
and tell Walter of the good news. And
once or twice she was obliged to look
again ut the check to convince herself
it was not "fairy gold" But before she
had reached the door she was calm
enough to enter quietly as usual. She
went up to Walters chair, kissed him,
and put the envelope in his hands. He
opened it, looked at the check, then at
his wife, and said:
"You are right, my Bessie. 'Yet have
| not seer the righteous forsaken, nor
his seed begging bread / feel as if this
must be for Ethel and you; / do not de-
serve it."
From sister Catherine, too" he
added, pointing to the postmark which
Bessie, in her excitement, had not no.
ticed.
.
Such a warm, coy room as it was
The autumn sunshine came in through
the east and south windows, dancing
yer the soft, gay carpet, as if to test
its brightness with the glowing fame
in the great ld-fashioned Franklin
stove. Perhaps the chairs and tables
stood a trife primly in their places,
but not a spack or spot was to be found
On their polished surfaces; and you
might have turned every picture Oh the
wall and searched In every corner, but
neither dust nor cobweb would have
met your inquisitive eye. A pleasant,
sunny room was Mrs. Catharine Ali
sons sitting room. But that small. old
lady, who hay on the sofa in the warm
est corner of the room, had little Of
sunshine about her.
Al fretful experience shone in hes
sharp, dark eyes and the lines about
her thin lips were not pleasant. The
other lady, also elderly, who sat oppo-
site Mrs. Allison, seemed more in keep
ing with the surroundings. Peace was
written all over the fair placid face, In
the kindly eyes, the firm, sweet mouth,
the faded, wrinkled hands, now knitting
with the unhurried grace which belongs
only to the aged. Mrs. Eunice Foster
seemed an impersonation of the calm
autumn day without.
"It's a week to Thanksgiving" she
said as she counted the stitches on hel
seam needle,
Mrs. Foster made this brief remarl
in u half apologize tone, as if she rath-
er expected to be contradicted, or called
TO account in some way for her state
ment; for Mrs. Allison was in the habit
Of differing from other people at first,
whether she was of their opinion or not.
But at present she was too much occu-
pied with her own grievances to dissent
as she usually did.
"Well, / must say / don't feel special.
ly thankful" said Mrs. Allison, draw
ing the afghan oyar her knees. Eve
| Just had one trouble after another al
this year. There was that cheating
tenant on the upper place; and then me
laid fiat O. my back in the very hottest
| of the summer; aud what with the
drought and poor season the crops are
q failure. Now, here / am with 8
sprained ankle, and nobody knows when
I can put foot to the ground-if ever
can-and all my business, and the whole
place going to rack>for need Of some
one to look after things" And Mrs
Allison drew a long sigh of self-pity,
| and wiped her eyes upon a very fine
| I~nen-cambric handkerchief.
Mrs. Foster glanced around the
bright room, so full of comforts, and
even Injuries; then out upon the trim
well kept grounds, and beyond to the
! wide fields where the stacked corn was
standing in low rows. She thought o.
the stores of untouched provisions in
the great, neat, house. and how easy il
was for the thin, withered hands neal
| her to trace q few words upon paper
which would turn that paper into mon
ey value. She thought how q little
spared from Mrs. Allison's abundance
would bring pleasure and t~hankfulness
into less favored homes; she thought
how her friend had it in her power te
rrI;ft sorna howad with toll. To ado