Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-02-08
Poor little ANY! How hard she did


try to think that she had done just
right, but somehow the thought of
Aunt Pennies having saved those beads
so many years, and the fact that they
had been her mothers, made the sacri-
flee seem very great.
She read her Bible diligently that
day, hunting up passages which her
minister had suggested; but it seemed
as if a fair, sweet face with reproach-
full ewes. would come between her and
the page.
And then Aunt Pennies face! Never
had Amy seen on it look so almost
sullen.
And then came the thought of George
Nevins. What would he say or think
about it? 1t was nothing to him, Amy
reasoned Although she was affianced
to him. she was yet free to dispose of
her own property.
George had been gone some time, and
was expected home at any moment.
1t was little crumb of comfort to
Amy that George knew nothing of the
beads. They haG never been talked
about.
1t was less than a week after this
memorable meeting that Mr. Nevins re-
turned to Rouford, and the first call he
made was at Amy's home-of course.
He had thought of her on her birthday,
but was not where he could buy any.
thing suitable But some time later he
found what he thought would be nice
present-and he laid in Amv's hand a
pretty little box. In it lay a bit of
pink wadding, and thereon was string
of golk beads.
For moment Amy looked dazed,
and Aunt Pennie uttered an exclama-
ton that caused young Nevins to think
well, he didn't know achat to think.
He had not yet learned Of Amys sac
rifce.
1t looked rather odd to see the girl
pick up the beads and cry over them,
instead of at once putting them on, and
admiring them before the glass.
George thought that was the orthodox
thing to do.
Having examined them, Amy passed
them to her aunt. Miss Race put on
her glasses and scanned each bead
then suddenly laid them down
and, catching Amy in her arms, she
said: "Amy, child, they're your blessed
Mars own beads. There's "a on one
bead, an an r. on another, an they're
the very identical letters your Par
my poor brother Seth-scratched onto
'em with needle. He bought 'em for
you Mar, an now you have 'em back.
o, I'm so glad"
Then to Nevins: Il say, George,
where did you pick up them beads, any
way? I guess you bought 'em of a
peddler." "
Eyes, I got them from John Hyser,
when he stopped at brother Wills. He
told me they we're the last of dozen
boxes that he had gotten from New
York"
"What a 'tarnal liar he is, them" said
Miss Pennie, and proceeded at once to
enlighten the young man as to the cause
of the conduct, to him so inexplicable.
George Nevins was a steady young
man, and a good Methodist,
consequently great favorite with Miss
Race, and when he asked that an early
day be set for the wedding, Aunt Pen
ME urged no objection.
Amy, like good wife, went to her
husbands church, for after all she
thought "There's no great difference,
and to be happy, one must yield opin-
ions some times" Wise Amy!
The old church, wherein worshipped
so many generations, has been torn
down and replaced by fine new one.
Aunt Pennie passed peacefully away
before the old structure, so dear to her,
was gone. George Nevins has gone to
his reward, but sweet-faced, silvery-
haired Amy still lives, and attends the
fine new church.
Whenever special collection is called
for, she recalls her blessed sacrifice. +"