Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-08-09

but his last DAYS nrtgnrened oy the rewaru
for his thenShffui act Of kindness
s-she probably brought those boys up b
thought. .and denied Der life fer then Il
she 70 die unrexarded, xonslsrs There
cannot he any good in the world If IL = he
so.r He thought Of her and took o. bis
nor pure: there was 50 little moasy II ~
too, every cent made big hoie in his sore:
bot the Consciousness OF good deed sas = 'srth
something. Il mayLt have the chance 'ado
many ,as7re,7 thought the lad butronihs us
worn osereoaf
He siipped bf without q word al station
and sent telegram to Denver
TO Samuel Blairn-for he had cang.l. the
name from her talk--Your Aunt HanilS.h
Blair, Of Maine, is On the W. and VI train
coming 10 you
I. was only straw, bat kindly aizih
might blow it to the right one efrer ell
When ne was sitting there after his iaes-
sags. had gone on It's way, she ieansi yer
and handed him peppermint drop tro
package in her pJckei-
You don't kook strong, dearie.T she sGid'
..hain't ye no folks with yer
None on ear:ii."
We're both lone ones she smiled. an
how sad ii be there amt no one To fuss over
ye An be keerful Of tine drafts, and keep
flannel aIlus on your chist; that Is god tl-
the lungs
You ara very kind to take inter-, m
me- he smiled, ..but am afraid It 4 TOO
later
Another uight Of weary slaflber III the
cramp.ai seats, and then the plain began to
be dotted with villages and son appeared
the struggling outskirts Of a clty, the smoke
Of mills. the glearn Of the Platte river aiii
network Of iron rails. bright and shining as
tie train ran shriekins into tue labyrinth OF
its destination
This is Denver" said the lad TO her and
I'll loos after you as well Us can
alt wun't be no burden she said brightly.
1--WE SO dollars yet, an that's sieht OF
money"
The train halted TO let the eastward bound
exptvss pas, there was an air of excitement
In the car, passengers were getting ready TO
depart, gathering up luggage and wrape, and
-,u,e wctchin, 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 eyes cane
down the aisle lookiDg slerply from ri ht to
left. He bad left Beaver on the expire, to
meet This train h ulcn fell on the tiny
black figure.
Why, Aunt Il .,' >" be cried. with a
break in his voice, ~. suc-she put out her
trembling hands and fe.. into the big arms,
tears streaming down the wrinkled face
81 knowed Providence would let me find
sc, 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 go n month for five
years for you" he said angrlly, az she told
him why she ran away. land he said you
could not write, for you had stroke and was
helpless, and have written to you often and
seut you money. It's hard for man to call
his own brothera villain.
I'VE wun't, Sam" she said gently, but
Just furgit; an wun't be a burden to We. fur
can wurk yit, an for years to come"
Work, indeed! don't owe you every
.hingr 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 royal coat-of-
arms to have dear handsome old woman
like you for relation"
Then he found out who sent the telegram
and paid the lad, who blushed and stam-
nlered like girl and did not want to take It,
Il suppose you want job" said the big
man w ell, can give you one, III III Inc
food commission business. Give you some
thing light Lots of your sort, poor lad, out
here All the reference | want is that little
kindness of yours to Aunt Hannah"
Here's the depot. Aunt Hannah, and you
won't SEE bars ami Injuns,' nor the buffaloes
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
1, 1 4. II,
it looked like Noah might have carried it to
the ark
They said goodby, and the last seen of her
was her happy old face beaming from car
rage window as she rolled away to what all
knew would be pleasant home for all her
waning years -Patience Stapleton in Once q
Week