Connecticut western news., 1889-08-14
Every cent made big hole in his store

but the consciousness of good deed was worth something. "I mayn't have the chance to do any more," thought the lad, buttoning up his worn over coat.
 He slipped off without word at a station and sent telegram to Denver.
 "To Samuel Blair"-for he had caught the name from her talk-"Your Aunt Hannah Blair of Maine is on the w. & w. train coming to you."
 It was only straw, but 8 kindly wind might blow it to the right one, after all.
 When he was sitting there after his message had gone on its way, she leaned over and handed him pepper mint drop from package in her pocket.
 "You don't look strong, dearie," she said; ''hain't ye no folks with yep
 ssNone on earth"
 "We're both lone ones," she smiled; "an' how sad it be there aint' no one to fuss over ye. An be keerful of the drafts, and keep flannel allus on your chist; that is good fur the lungs"
 "You are very kind to take an in- terest in me-" he smiled; "but I am afraid it is too late." ... -.s
 Another night of weary slumber in the cramped seats, and then the plain began to be dotted with villages, and soon appeared the struggling outskirts of city, the smoke of mills, the gleam of the Platte river, and network of of iron rails, bright and shining, as the train ran shrieking into the labyrinth of its destination.
 ''This is Denver," said the lad to her, "and I'll look after you as well as I can."
 ''I wun't be no burden," she said brightly. "I've twenty dollars yet, an that's sight of money"
 The train halted to let the eastern bound express pass, there was an air of excitement in the car, passengers getting ready to depart, gathering up luggage and wraps, and some watch ing the new corners and the rows of strange faces on the outward bound.
 The door of the car slammed sud- denly, and big bearded man with eager blue eyes 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 Hannah!" he cried, with break Tn his voice, and she she put out her trembling hands and fell into the big arms, tears streaming down the wrinkled face.
 s'I knowed Providence would let me find ye, 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, Eve sent John twenty dol lars month for five years for you,' he said angrily, as she told him why she ran away, "and he said you could not write, fur 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 wun't, Sam," she said gently, but just furgit; an I wun't be bur- den to ye, fur can work yit, an for years to come."
 "Work, indeed! don't I owe you everything?" he cried "And my wife has longed for you to come. There are so few dear old aunts in this coun- try, they're prized I 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 tele. gram and paid the lad, who blushed and stammered like 8 girl and did moi want to take it.
 "I suppose you want ajob," said the big man. Well, can give you one Pm in the food commission business Give you something light. Lots o1 your sort, poor lad, out here. All the reference I want is that little kindness of yours to Aunt Hannah.'
 "Here's the depot, Aunt Hannah and you won't see bars and Injuns, nor the buffaloes you were talking about, but the prettiest and sunnies city you ever set your dear eyes on.'
 He picked up the big carpet bag faded and old-fashioned, not bi ashamed of it, though it looked lik' Noah might have carried it to the ark
 They said good-by, and the last see1 of her was her happy old face beamin. from carriage window as she rollet away to what all knew would be pleasant home for all her waning years l A Kings Joke.
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