The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-05-20

Luke Kisbee stood sheepishIy looking
out of the new south window.
As his wife came up 70 him, hes
denly turned around.
"Mother," said he, 81 mays wen tell
you now as ever. That Western prop
erty's turned out bad. There want no
Scca ...,e :. -ccoo--:==."
can you've lost il ALT"
"Yes, I've lost every cent! Ev-s-ry
cent"
Mrs. Kisbee did not answer him. Her
attention was apparently concentrated on
something else.
"Father," said she, "what's them
under the window7 Norma -gloriesi I
This time o. year7 Why, the apples
amt fairly In bloom yet; and here the
mornin' '.glories Is four fest high, and
| trained on strings s'resdyf Who's that
| woman down there, workin' sround the
rootsf TransDlantin' them from q
wooden box, true's hvei Why
-it's-Susan Stopfordl And there's
George liftin' another box OF 'em outsn
a wagon Well, / declared"
She opened the window and called,
excitedly:
"George! Georgei susani Don't put
all them vines into the ground. Save
one in little flower pot for me, whom
go-to the poorhousel"
Susy Stopford laid down her trowel.
"Mrs. Kis6ee-mother" said she, In
voice so full Of tender sympathy that
the old woman involuntarily held out
her hands to her.
Mother" interrupted George, sslet
me tell the story. Right here, among
the morning glory vines, under the
window. This is your birthday, moth.
er. You're seventy years old to-day.
And here are the deeds of the old home
in my pocket, Susy's present to you,
mother. It's Susy that has bought this
place and fitted it up just as we thought
you would like it. I've been helping
her, and Doctor Trevor was in the plot.
And here you are to live, like a queen
in her palace, to the end of your days"
Mrs. Kisbee's lip quivered-a flush
rose to her forehead.
"I never thought o. that" said she
cit amt dream, is it2 But IL won't
live here, Susy, unless you and George
will come here and live, too"
Susy shook her sunshiuy head.
George must be near Farley's Mills, y
said she. "But we'll come and spend
every Sunday with you, mother, if
you'll let u.s."
eff III let you'll"
Trembling all over, Mrs. Kisbee opened
the door aud came out into the sweet
spring air.
"Won't you kiss me, Susy7" said she.
"Tve been awful u1charitable in my
thoughts of you, but I'm willin' to take
'cm all back now. If I'd only knowed
you loved mornin' glories as we'll as did
I'd have felt different"
She clasped Susy Stopford in her arms
with a loving pressure that was more elo
qucnt than words. The tears streamed
down her wrinklcd face.
81 won't have to go to the poorhous,
now," said she. "Aud shall take lots
of comfort in my beautiful new kitchen
and I'll hev the sewing society to tea
next week, and let 'em see there amt no
occasion to hev bed in my best room
now"
Neither were Georges and Susy's eyes
dry. And as for Luke Kisl,ee, he list
| ened in sileuce.
at seems like was sort q left out il
the cold" said he. "But, after all, il
was bargained away my birthright for
n lot o wildcat Western land bonds.
guess it's just as well the property be
longs to mother now instead of me-"
''Susy," said George, as they drove
home together, care you satisfied with
your lnvestmentW
And Susy answered:
More than satisfied r"-Saturday
Night.