The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-03-25

sint Tor US to make her repent Il. n
was not until the time came to cav
good:by that the children began to CON-
prehsnd that she was going away.
sGramma mustn't do.S cried little
Delia clinging to Hesba's skirts, and
then the baby set up \ vail, and refused
to be comfofted.
Hesba strained the little creatures for a
moment to her bosom. scr don't want
any harm to come to you, Mirandy.n abe
said, turninR to her daughter-in. law.
"but;I can't help fearin' that separatin'
father an, me as you're doin', the Lord
may see fit to separate you from some O.
them you love."
That was her farewell word,
When Jason came home the following
week, it was an easy matter for Miranda
to make him believe that(his mother had
gone OF, her own free will to visit her
brother, the old man, obedient to b;s
wife's entreaty, keeping silent. sho took
much credit to herself tor having man.
aged it so well. Her visitets came and
went, but she said not a word about
Hesba's coming home. NotIeven the old
mans pleading eyes could move her.
One morning in November, while M.
randa was busy in the kitchen, little Nan
wandered into the yard, and amn>cd her.
self for half an hour chasing tue chick
ems. The ground was covered with
slush, and that night the child was
seized with diphtheria.
For three DAYS she lay tossing and
sno III tl,o ~ IL &Lok
passed her lips vera, 'sGamme! I ont
"Baby can't have gran'ms. Gran'ma's
gone" said Miranda. "Mommer's here
to take care o. Man."
But she was not skilful at nursing.
Nan grew rapidly worse, still moaning
for "gamma;" aud death came with the
suddenness characteristic of the disease.
jason reached home the day before
the funeral. He was almost heart.
broken. ssYou'd ought to sent for
mother, he said at once.
'tI don't know what for" Miranda
protested, in an injured voice. "The
doctor an me did everything that could
be done, an there wouldn't be any
earthly use sendin' for her now."
A day or two later little Della came
aud leaned against her knee as she sat
sewing. "I want my gramma, said the
child, with o long-drawn sigh. want
her to tell me stories"
"Delie seems to think she hol's mort
gage on mother" said the old man !;
''an' guess it's legaler AN the one some
other folks hoP."
Miranda WINGED, but she was too wise
TO make him any answer. eco to gram
pa" she said to Della. "He'll tell you
bout Jack the Giant killer"
II doesn't want to hear bout Jack o
ant-killer," said the child, perversely.
"Gramma she telIed me stories bout
little chillen love one anuver."
Her grandfather took her on his knee.
"That was said for grown-up folks as
we'll as for little children" he remarked.
looking furtiveiy at Miranda, ''au' 1t
means that everybody ought to be lovin'
an kind to each other"
" Gramma was lovin' an kind" said
Della.
The old man laid his cheek against
hers, but he drew back with startled
face.
"Why, Miraudy, this child's sickI'
he exclaimed. ''She's got ragin'
fever"
Mifanus threw down her sewing, and
snatched the child away from him.
Celia was her idol.
81 want gramma, repeated the little
one, drowsily.
Just then Jason came in.
eco telegraph for mother" cried
Miranda. Tell her not to wait for
anything"
When the doctor came the next after
noon, he found his little patient nestled
in Hesba's lap, while close beside them,
his chin on his cane, and his face beam.
ing like a lovers, sat the old man.
"Ah, she is better" said the doctor.
"She is getting on finely"
"We're all BETTER" piped the old man,
blinking behind his glasses.
"We've got our gramma back" said
the child, contentedly. .-Raraer's Basar.