The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1893-12-08

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as best they could. Every moment OF
the few days they could spend at this
marvellous world gathering, must mean
something to ali of them. Eben Jenk-
ms was a machinist, and possessed, to
a large degree, the inventive faculty.
Many were the devices fashioned by
his skill, and used by his employers
with profit, but thus far they had
brought him no financial gain, never
ceasing cause of regret to his wife, who
often demonstrated with him, for
''spendin' so much time evenin's at
somethin' that didn't bring no pennies
to their pockets" His answer always
was, that he ''didn't count as wasted
what might do somebody good some
time"
He was standing one day before an
exhibit of machine in which he was
greatly interested, when his wife re-
minded him of the passing time. 81 do
declare, Eben, it seems like you was
measurin' every inch, an countin' ev'ry
screw, an calculatin' ev'ry thing bout
that machine"
Don't grudge me little time here,
Alviry! This seems to clear up some
thin I've ben studyin' on for ever so
long, an as sure as can make it work
we'll none of us ever be sorry we come
t1-.!he worlds fair
They had spent nearly a week at the
fair, and had but one more day to stay.
They had been to Names state build
ing, lust to see,'' they said. elf it
would seem like home,'' and, sure
enough, they fancied that the hills
were nearer and that they could al
most taste the salt sea breeze The
childhood days came back, and the vii
lagc schoolhouse under the bending
naples and the old-time memories
were full upon them, as they sat down
to rest and recall more wildly life's
early scenes.
The children, Hiram and Ruth, had
wandered little distance and were
talking to a man seated alone upon a
bench. "And so you little folks have
come to the worlds fair?' he was say
ing to them. "Can't you tell me your
names?"
my name is Hiram Newton Jen-
kins," responded the boy, IAN my sis
ter's name is Ruthie Newton Jenkins,
an our father an mothers over there,
an we've all been in the Maine buildin'
eos they used to live there when they
was little, like u.s.
Suddenly the stranger rose, and, call
ing to the children, fastened to the
place where their parents sat-
''Alviry, have you forgotten me?"
Mrs. Jenkins looked up at the bronzed
face of the strange man for an instant,
and then cried out: Brother Jacob,
that we've mourned as dead for many
years? For all the world, a miracle, an
nothin' else!''
Explanations quickly followed. ia
long years before for the far west.
Sickness and lost letters and removals
had followed, and so the brother and
sister had drifted apart. This year he
had been down to the old home in
elaine, and was taking in the fair on
his return trip. And still more news
he had TO tell, about the death of an
old aunt who had left three thousand
dollars to this brother and sister in case
they could be found within two years,
failing which, the sum was to revert to
a certain charity.
Words cannot paint the blessedness of
such reunions. Tenderness and joy and
strength spring up like flowers and
wreathe with beauty lifes duties and
it's trials.
''Eben Jenkins" said his wife to him,
In tones of unwonted gentleness, ''don't
you know the hull world seems differ
ent from what it ever did before? Sort
of swimmin' roun' in smiles like! An
I'm SO glad, it's all come bout through
us goin' to the worlds fair. never
shall feel a bit skerry bout your havin'
your own way after this!"
'Sometines. Alviry, Pm thinkin' it
amt our own way we're havin' so much
as tits the Lords way. Want it the
Lord that put it into the minds of all
the nations to come together an bring
their treasures an show 'em to each
other, an how can it help bein' bless
in to all who go to seek the knowledge
He's set out like feast before 'em! It's
sure enough like settin' down to our
Heavenly Fathers table an partakin'
of His bountyr'-Ella Dare, in Inter
Ocean.