Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-04-15

to do many ncre," thought the lad, but
toDing his worn overcoat.
He slipped off without a word at a
station and sent a telegram TO Denver.
TO Samuel Blair"-for he had caught
| the name from her talk-'tYour Aunt
Hannah Blair is on the W. and w. train
coming to you"
It was only a straw, but a 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 peppermint drop
from package in her pocket.
"You don't look strong. dearie," she
said, "hain't We no folks with ye2"
''NOne On earth"
"We're both lone Ones" she smiled ID;
San how sad it be there amt no one to
fuss over ye. Aur' be keerful of the
drafts, and keep fannels allus on your
chist; that is good for the lungs"
''You are very kind to take an interest
in me-" he smiled, ''but / am afraid it
is too late"
Another night of weary slumber in the
cramped seats and then the plain began
to be dotted with villages, and soon ap-
peared the struggling outskirts of city,
the smoke Of mills, the CLEAN of the
Platte River and a network Of iron rails,
bright and shining, as the train ran
shrieking into the labyrinth of its des-
tination.
This is Denver" said the lad to her,
land I'll look after you as we'll as
can"
"Iwon't be no burden" she said
brightly. "l've twenty dollars yet, an
that's sight of money"
The train halted to let the eastward
bound express pass; there was an air of
excitement in the car, passengers getting
ready to depart, gathering up luggage
and wraps, and some watching the new
corners and the rows Of strange faces on
the outward bound.
The door of the car slammed suddenly,
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 in his voice, and she-she put
out her trembling hand and fell into the
big arms, tears streaming down the
wrinkled face.
81 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, I've sent John twenty dollars
month for five years for you," he said
angrily, as she told him why she rar
away, land he said you could not write.
for you had stroke and was helpless,
and have written often and sent you
money. It's hard for man to called his
own brother villain.
"We wun't, SAM" she said gently,
''but just furgit; and 1 wouldn't be a
burden to ye, fur I can work vi, 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
50 few dear old aunts in this country,
they're priced, tell you. Why, it's as
good as royal court of arms to have a
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
to take it.
81 suppose you want job" said the
big man. "Well, can give you one.
I'm in the food commission business.
Give you something light? Lots of your
sort, poor lad, out here. All the refer
ence l 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; sunniest city you ever set your
dear eyes on"
He picked up the carpet bag, faded
and old fashioned, not bit ashamed of
it, though it looked as if Noah might
have carried it to the ark.
They said goodby, 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
pleasant home for all her waning years.
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