Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-01-24

''f've thought Of something new"
Jack exclaimed, rushing in. quite
breathless, one evening. You know
how mamma has admired Mrs. Green's
dress window seatsP l mean to rig
one up and have it all ready for her
when she gets back"
THAT comes in the line of my
plans" Eugene appended, with eager
ness. Il meant to get her one of those
pretty low sewing tables, with q chair
to suit. We will fix her room up Jim
dandy!"
What can be the matter with those
boys?" Mrs. Beman said again. Jack,
whom I've always thought rather fat
and lazy, is working like beaver on
a long window-seat upstairs, in which
his mother may lay her dresses at full
length without crumpling them. He
has asked me a dozen questions about
the best kind of padding for the top OF
it, and the prettiest color to cover il
with something warm and bright
for that's what the mater likes !
never saw such boys.'
She repeated that statement on the
night when the telegram came saying,
"Be home on the $3.50 train to-lnor.
row."
The boys were quite wild all the fol-
lowing day. How they did work.
Over the doorway within the porch
there grew under their swift fingers a
great green arch with Mamma Vance's
initials in chrysanthemums on it. The
roses and sweet alyssum went into
vases for the tea-table, the library and
mammals bedroom.
What a knack you have, Fritz, '
Mrs. Beman said, in surprise, for the
flowers were beautifully arranged
and Fritz, his black eyes shining, was
putting his very soul into his loving
tinger-tips. He had emptied his small
bank to buy, for the returning mother,
two OF the loveliest winter roses the
florists dollhouse held. These, their
pots decked in green, occupied places
of honor beside the great cake on the
tea-table, and the Bon Silene bore
amid its graceful leaves card on
which, in Fritz's bold writing were
seen the words: Sweets to the sweet,
from your loving Fritz"
1t was a chilly night though the day
had been clear. There were soft-sput-
tering fires throwing up their merry
flames in the gaily-decked library and
the mothers pretty room. Just a;
five, Jack and Eugene were taking
their last looks there.
"How she will like that window.
seat 1t is pretty, If | do say it. How
the freight brightens it upr'
"How lovely the roses look"
"How shiny the polished table isl"
Doesn't the chair seem easy!
And then with final touch of care.
full boyish hands here and there, they
| joined Fritz and Stanford at the gate.
ITS like the story of the Prodigal
son, only he stayed at home in this
case, and there were four of him.
Jack said, little huskily.
'I'll tell you this, boys" said Eu-
gene, stoutly, 1--WE been thinking
about this thing, and either thinking
or praying has brought me more
new ideas. / don't believe any fell
low ever gets too big to love
his mother, and don't believe. if he's
an honest, manly fellow, that it's 60
ing to take away from his manliness
one whit to show that he loves her.
Bless her heart! Three cheers for the
mater. 'Rah, 'rah 'rah!'
The ring of the CHEEKY hurrahs
sounded over the frosty air and reached
the hack around the corner. There
was a hard little pain at Mamma
Vance's heart. "They are playing
ball again." she thought. They've
forgotten we are coming" And Their
OF a sudden they had reached the gate
and four bright-eyed boys were hug
ging her, and patting her gray hair a:
they did when they were the very lit
tlest fellows.
"We've been rs dull as owls with
out you, you darling" Stanford said
taking the smaller valises, Will,
Eugene offered. her his arm grandly
Fritz and Jack could only hell
Mr.. Vance with the shawl-strap
and the big valise, and prance like
| girls down the path behind 1.-The moth
er-bird, waiting to see her surpris,
and delight over the arch, the wei
come, the flowers, and the genera
festivity of the dear old home.
| Next day when Sadie happened t,
drop in, she started in amazement
"Auntie Vance! You are looking tel
years younger. think you did nee'
trip!'
at wasn't the trip, Sadie; it wa
The boys. You remember w@hh:as:: I wro.
youP 1t was all my silly imagination
They do love me! They were so gla,
to see me! Sit down, dear, and let m
tell you all about it; and as prett
Sadie dropped down upon the daint
window-seat. she couldn't help sayin,
with her glad little laugh, II told yo
so, Auntie, told you sor'-Maad
Rittenhouse, in Interior.