Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-10-07

but bis last days frightened Dy tne rewaru
for bis thoughtful srt Of kindness.
'sssi1e probably trought those boys up, b
Thought, and denied aer life for them. Il
she to die unreuarded, wonfieri Thers
cannot be any good in the world il that b
So He thought Of her and took ont biz
poor parse; there was >, little monsy IN b,
too, sysry cent made . big hole IN his store;
but The consciousness OF good deesi was worth
sor.sething Il raayL't have the chance to do
many nsore,- thought the lad. buttoning bis
worn ovsrcnat-
He siipyei Of. without . word At . station
and sant Telegram to Denver.
80 Samuel BlairD--for be had caught ths
name froru her taIk-"Yoar Aunt Hannah
Blair, Of Maine, is On the W. ard W. train
coming 10 you-"
I. was only straw, bot q kindly Wind
might blow It 10 the right one after all
When be was sitting there after his mes
sage had gone on It's way. she leanet oser
and handed him peppermint drop fro1. .
package In her pDckes.
you don't look strong. dearie.r she said;
'.hain't ye no folks with yer
None on ear.p-'
Were both lone ones" she smiled; an
bow sad il be there amt no one to fuss over
ys An be keerfal Of the drafts, and keep
flannel alIrs On your chist: that Is good fur
the lungs
"Yoa are very kind 10 take interest N
me, he smiled: but am afraid IL Is 100
Late
Another night Of weary slufnber in the
craap-si seats. and then the plain began TO
be dotted with Villages, and soon appeared
the Struggling outskirts Of o city, the smoke
Of mills the CLEAN, Of the Platte river, and .
nstwork Of iron rails. bright and shining, ~
the train ran shrieking into the labyrinth Of
It's destination
'.This Ia Denver, said the lad To her, and
III look after you as well as cam
at wun't be no burden" she said brightly
Ave $50 dollars yet, an that's q sight OF
money
The train halted to let the eastward bound
express pass, there was air Of excitement
In the ear, passengers we're getting ready to
depart. gathering up luggage and wraps, and
-1nie watching the new corners aud the rows
Of strange faces on the outward bound
The door Of the car slammed suddenly, and
q big bearded man with eager blue eyes came
down the aisie booking sharply from right TO
left. He bad left Denver on the express to
meet This train H. lance fell on the tiny
black figure
Why, Aunt HasDal5r' be cried, with
break in his voice, ..l.d she-she put out her
trembling hands and fell into the big arms,
tears streaming down the wrinkled face.
Il knowed Providence would let me find
ye, Sam" she said brokenly and no ono
smiled when the big man sat down beside her
and with gentle hand wiped her tears away.
why, I've sent John SO month for five
years for YOU he said ansrily, as she told
him why she ran away, "and he said you
could not write, for you had stroke and was
helpless, and have written TO you often and
sent you money It's hard for man to call
his own brother a villain"
We wunt, SAM" she said gently, but
lust furgit an wun't be burden TO ye fur
| can xurk yis an for years to come"
Work, lndeel don't | owe you every
thingf' he cried And my wife has longed
for you to come. There are SO few dear old
aGnts IN this country, they're priced, | tell
you Why. it's as good royal coat-of-
arms to have a dear handsome old woman
like you for q relation"
Then he found out who sent the telegram
and paid the lad, who blushed and STAN
nlered like = girl and did not want to take it.
II suppose you want jolt" said the big
man Well, | can give sou one, I'm in the
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 and lnjuns,' nor the buffaloes
you were talking about, but the prettiest and
sunnest 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
it looked like Noah might have carried it to
the ark
They said good-by, and the last seen Of her
was her happy old face beaming from n car
rage window She rolled away to what all
knew would be- a pleasant home for all her
waning years. -Patience Stapleton in Once =
Week