The west Tennessee star. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1888, 1888-09-14
bouncing down on the bed and 0obbfng

'sAin't you ashamedr' said Aunt
Becky, as she smOothed out the white
Counterpart and Strengthened up a
rufled pillow that had toppled over.
Then they all went downstairs chat
tering like flock of blackbirds, point
ing out this thing, pulling Gran'ma
around to look at that, and finally they
stepped into the dining-roOm, where
Lizzie was standing by the table with
clean white apron on and q smudge
of SCOT across her pretty cheek.
Everybody was as jolly as could be
everybody but Gran'ma Bolton. She
looked tired and kind of sad, but she
smiled and said it was a great surprise
to her and made her very happy.
After dinner Elder Gibson's wife
whispered around among the others
that they all ought to be going; that
Gran'ma was tired and ought to be left
alone. So one by one they went away
and Lizzie North washed up the dishes
while Tim showed his mother all over
the house, and told her what all the
new-fangled things were for.
The next afternoon when called to
see Gran'ma Bolton she sat in little
old-fashioned rOcking-chair that she
had brought in from the buggy-roOm.
Tim had gone to the city to order a
painting of his father made from an
old ambrOtype.
Il like this little chair better thar
any other,' she said. ''It seems tc
sort o. fit me better. I s'pOse its be.
cause have sot in it so many years
and rocked all my babies in it."
There was a sorrow in her heart
which l could see shining out at her
eyes
isn't the new house beautiful"
said, land the furniture!''
EYES," she replied, and tears came
into her eyes.
What is the matter, Grammar
asked. You do not seem to be happy
Don't let Timothy know it," she
said; "he is so good. He's tried to dc
every thing for me. He didn't know
that"
She raised her apron and wiped hel
eyes.
Dear boy, he didn't know that this
couldn't never be a-home to me-"
The flood burst and she hid her face
in her apron.
Il mustn't never let him know, she
said, after awhile; The thought it was
going to make me so happym
But you will be used to it pretty
soon.n said, "and you will find il
more comfortable than the old house
You know you said yourself last fall
that the old house was hardly fit tC
pass another winter in"
Eyes, know it. 1t was old anC
small, but-but it was-home."
She tried to dry her eyes, but the
tears would bubble up.
81 can't find nothing in this grea
house" she went on; ''there aim
nothing in the right place. It is al
like I was in some strange country
where nobody knew my language anC
| couldn't understand nobody else
This morning went out to the pastur,
to see Brindle and Bessy and the colt
and it seemed like even they didn'
know me, and wish / hadn't gone
away at all, and there was the ole
house piled up agin the barn, and
couldn't a-bear to look at them boards
that's all they be now-jest boards
and while l stood there calling
Brindle, and wondering where her cal
could be, Lizzie come down and sai'
Timothy'd sold it."
YES; you know you thought you't
better not raise any more calves"
said.
II know it; it want Timothy
fault; he did it all for the best, and
could a-stOOd it better if it hadn't a
been for the old home piled up Their
in pile by the barn. But you won
never say nothing to Timothy abou
it, will youP"
I promised her that of course Tir
, should never hear of it, and told he
she would be all right in few days.
, mo, 1 won't" she said; "ther
that's lost their homes at my ag
never get over it. I've jest got t
stand it; that's all"
She made brave effort to keep bac
} the tears. l could think of nothin
that wanted to say, and we sat with
? out speaking a word for some time
Then Gran'ma said:
, Right atop of the pile was til
5 board his pa nailed onto the place b
l the old kitchen door where Timoth
] chopped it out to git the kittens tha
t was born under the house when b
r want six years old. And there wa
the very door that had Carlo
, scratches on it, and the butt'ry win
dow where / stood kneading brea
= when 1 saw Timothy's little brothe
fall out of the big apple tree and-an
S never say another word bat onl
9 mamma just before-he-died; an
e then"
e She could say no more. She burie
her face in her little wrinkled hand
t and the tears squeezed through he
i fingers and dripped on her lap, as tt
new loud dOor-ben changed, and wei
b. downstairs to tell the caller tn;
4 Gran'ma was not well enough to /
s seen that, afternoon.
, my" said the good Mrs. WatsC
who stood there, II hope she ain
i going to have a real sick spell. ST
t mightn't bear it and my! m,
2 wouldn't it be just awful if she shoul
die just as Tim has got every thin
e fixed to make her the happiest woma
e in all Tamarack ?"- Willis B. HdaOkin
d in Chicago NesCS.
n %s S
q A Niger in the Wood-Pile.
Mrs. Yerger (whO is reading a new