Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-01-28

caught the name from her talk-"YuuI
Aunt Hannah Blair of Maine is on tbs
W. & w. train coming to you"
1t was only a straw, bu. kindly
wind might blow 1t 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 a pepper.
mint drop from package in her
pocket.
"You don't look strong, dearie,'
she said; "hain'ty We no folks with We ?n
"None on earth"
"We're both lone Ones" she smiled;
San how sad it be there amt no one
to fuss over We. An be keerful of the
drafts, and keep flannel allus on yom
chist; that is good fur the lungs"
"You are very kind TO take an in,
terest in me-" he smiled; "but 1 am
afraid it is too late"
Another night of weary slumber IL
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 CLEAN
of the Platte river, and a 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
ner, "and I'll look after you as well as
l 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 comers and the rows of
strange faces on the outward bound.
The door of the car slammed sud-
denly, and a 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
he tiny black figure.
"Why, Aunt Hannah" he cried,
with break IN his voice, and She
she put out her trembling hands and
fell into the big arms, tears streaming
iown the wrinkled face.
"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
yipee'Gr tears away.
"Wnv, I've sent John twenty dol.
lars q 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 a stroke and
was helpless, and have written to you
often and sent you money. It's hard
for a man TO call his own brother a
rillain."
"We wun't, Sam," she said gently
% but just furgit; an wun't be bur-
den TO ye, fur can work yit, an for
years to come"
" Work, indeed! don't 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 priced | tell you. Why,
it's as good as royal coat-of-arms to
nave 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 girl and did not
want 10 take it.
f" suppose you want a job, ," said the
big man. 81 Well, can give you one !;
Pm in the food commission business.
Give you something light. Lots Of
your sort, poor lad, out here, All the
reference l want is that little kindness
IF 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 sunniest
city YOU ever set your dear eyes on"
He picked up the big carpet bag,
faded and old-fashioned, not a bit
ashamed of it, though ii 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 a carriage window as she rolled
away to what all knew would be a
pleasant home for all her waning years.