Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1889-09-07

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| try no lived in. | said bars an Inju1s don't
skeer me none, fur when l was gal up in
Aroostuk kentry there was plenty Of both,
an as fur buffalers them horned cattle don't
skeer me none fur I've been used to farm
allus. But the lonesumness OF these medders
has sorter upset me- an made me think every
day Sam was Sather Off than / ever cal
c'lated on"
| ''But what viii you do if Sam amt in Dem
| vert" asked the farmer
| 81 hev put my faith in Providence" she
answered simply, and the stranger could not
mar that trust by any word of warning.
| He gave her his address as he got off at the
| Nebraska line, and told her to send him word
| IL she needed help. With a warm hand clasp
he parted from her to join the phantoms in
her memory of folks tibet had bin kind to
| her, God bless 'em," and then the train went
| @mbling on.
But many of the passengers had listened to
her story and were interested and they came
to sit with her.
One pale little lad in the sent in front
| turned round 10 look at her now and then and
| to answer her smile. He was going to the
new country for health and wealth, poor lad,
| only TO find eternal rest IN the sunny land,
but his last days frightened by the reward
"She probably brought those bows M. he
thought, and denied her life for them. Is
she to die unrewarded, / wonderl There
cannot be any good in the world il that be
So" He thought of her and took out his
poor purse; there was so little money in it,
too, every cent made a big hole in his store:
but the consciousness of a good deed was worth
something. Il mayI.t have the chance to do
haa lad $3.50 l.
worn overcoat
He slipped of without a word ut a station
and sent a telegram to Denver.
"To Samuel Blairn-for he had caught the
name from her talk-"Your Aunt Hannah
Blair, of Maine, is ON the W. and W. train
coming TO YOU
IL was only a straw, but a kindly wind
might blow 1t to the right one after all
When he was sitting there after his mes
sage had gone ON its way, she leaned o, er
and handed him peppermint drop froJ. a
package in her pocket.
You don't look strong, dearie, she said !;
'haint ye no folks with yer
None on EARTH
Were both lone ones,n she smiled; IAN
how sad II he there amt no one 10 fuss over
ye. An be keerful of the drafts, and keep
flannel allus ON your chist; that is good sur
the lungs"
'You are very kind 10 take an interest in
me, he smiled; but | am afraid it is TOO
late
Another night Of weary slumber in the
cramped seats, and then the plain began to
he dotted with villages. and soon appeared
the struggling outskirts of a city, the smoke
Of mills, the CLEAN OF the Platte river, and a
network Of iron rails, bright and shining, as
the train ran shrieking into the labyrinth of
It's destination.
This is Denver" said the lad to her, "and
I'll look after you rs well as can
ut wun't he no burden, 1" she said brightly.
''Tve $50 dollars yet, an that's sight Of
money!
The train halted TO let the eastward bound
express pass, there was an air of excitement
In the car, passengers were getting ready to
depart, gathering up luggage and wraps and
some watching the new corners and the rows
Of strange faces on the outward bound.
The door OF the car slammed suddenly, and
a big bearded man with eager blue ewes came
down the aisle looking sharply from right To
left. He had left Denver on the express TO
meet this train. His glance fell ON the tiny
black figure.
Why, Aunt Hannahln he cried. with a
break in his voice, and she-she put out her
trembling hands and fell into the big arms,
tears streaming down the wrinkled face.
II knowed Providence would let me find
We, Sam" she said brokenly, and no one
smiled when the big man sat down beside her
and with gentle hand wiped her tears away.
Why, I've sent John $50 a month for five
years for you" he said angrily, as she told
him why she ran away, land he said Won
could not write, for you had a stroke and was
helpless, and have written to you often and
sent you money It's hard for a man to call
his own brother villainn
I'VE wunt, Sam, she said gently, but
Just furgit; an l wun't be burden to We, fur
can wurk yit, an for years TO come"
Work, Indeedl don't l owe you every
thingf' he cried And my wife has longed
for you to come There are so few dear old
aunts in this country, they're priced tell
you. Why, it's as good as a royal coat-of-
arms to have dear handsome old woman
like you for a relation
Then he found out who sent tbs telegram
and paid the lad, who blushed and STAN
mered like girl and did not want to take it.
II suppose you want job" said the big
man. Well, can give you one I'm in the
food commission business. Give you some
thing light Lots of your sort, poor lad, ont
neio All inc TeleTehce want Is tnat little
kindness Of yours TO Aunt Hannah"
Here's the depot, Aunt Hannah, and you
won't SEE bars and Injuns,' nor the bufPaloes
you were talking about, but the prettiest and
sunniest city you ever set your dear eyes ON
He picked up the big carpet bag, faded and
old fashioned, not bit ashamed OF it, though
1t looked like Noah might have carried 1t to
the ark
They said good-by, and the last seen of her
was her happy old face beaming from a car
,lase window sS sine rolled away to what all
knew would be "a pleasant homo Co., 81, -
winning years.-fatience Stapsstea in Once n
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