The Forrest City times., 1893-10-27
REST CITY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 27. 1885,

sighted than he, and he picked up his cane and hobbled away to the park in a funny sort of little dudgeon. Then as he sat in the park he thought of Henry and tears came to his eyes in spite of him.
 He's mighty fond of his mother-an' that for her anyways Henry was a fine boy. He'd a-been the finest we got if he'd a-lived, for he seemed to hev more sense an goodheartedness, some ways. I don't know as I blame her. after all, for bein' so bound to hev him go to college"
 And the barrier of stubborn reproach once loosened, some way everything began to look different, and when he hobbled back to the house the old gen. tleman was very heart-siclS to see the wife he had treated so brusquely the past many years.
 He went straight to his old satchel and took out well-cared-for book, but one of an old binding and print. II was Latin grammar, and had beer his secret and most carefully preserved treasure for over thirty years
 As the mother had gone to the grave now turned the pages of his boy, book, one word of which he could moi understand, but could only regard witt awe. Then he came to a page on tht margin of which was much fine writing in elegant script It was not hard fol him to read, little book learning as he had.
 "Mother-dear mother Wife and mother, mans truest friends-guardia angels in death. Mother-sweetheart -wife-Edith.'
 "He must a-been in love with somc body himself" unused the old father, but he didn't forgit his mother. neith. CT She was my sweetheart onct!'
 Before grandfather went to sleer that night he had formed a fresh deter. imitation.
 Jennie" he said to his daughter in the morning, you know. the Barlsin cottage up to the Crossings? We'll, Tn goin' up and see if I can't rent it. They's nice garden patch with it. ano 'tain't too late yet to pu, in garden stuff, an'-an'-don't ye think mother'c be willin' fur to cook fur me-
 "Yes, father; you know she always sends you her respects" There were tears in Jane's eyes, despite the smile on her lips.
 An I'm pretty sure 1 could make enough with the garden fur her an me. an you children could help us. Idont believe Henry would want us to live this way; do you?'
 No, father"
 That night, an hour or so after the express thundered past the station, 2 couple of miles from the crossing, Grandfather Paine walked up Matilda's front yard and around to the back door, where the old grandmother was put ting away the nights milk.
 Grandmother gave little glad cry and dropped the crock of milk all over the tabby cat, and threw her arms around his neck.
 'I just couldn't stand it no longer, Mary, an I lowed as you and me he'd run it this long we might stick togeth- CT for the few years that's left to us. An mother, I'm powerful sorry fiji you like I allers did about Henry's goin' to college"
 Matilda started to oppose the new arrangements. She said they weren't fit to be left alone at their age and would be an endless trouble to the children.
 But for once Matilda was overruied and in few days grandmother was busily engaged in ''fixin' up" the little rented nest, only a stones throw from the old home where the ten children had been sheltered and had died or married And, as they say in more TO- mantle tales, they lived happily ever afterward. Belle V. Logan, in Chicago News.