South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1893-02-10
THEINTELLIGENCER
FRIDAY. FEBRUARY 10. 1893.
PATSY'S FAITH.
A True Story.
WRITTEN FOR THE SOUTH BRANcH
INTRLLIeENCKR.

was 11.20, and dinner must be
ready by 10. The season was good
for hay making and even though
the principal part Of the harvesting
was done by her husband and three
stout boys. there must be no time
wasted while the weather was fav-
, orabls.
'Pll just take q few minutes
rest said Aunt Amy, surely I've
earned it. It's work, work, work
from 4 in the morning till good.
ness knows how late at night, but
they do say woman's work ia never
done, and believe it,
| She threw herself YEARLY into
the one comfortable chair the room
aforded-s split bottom rookie,
with arms, made easier by q cush-
ion on the seat and sheep skin tied
over the back.
Little Patsy brought her small
cricket and sat beside her, fair
little maid Of eight summers.
Five years before Aunt Amy had
been called to her sisters bedside.
She found her suffering from lin
gsring disease, and in great ankle
ty to know what was to become OF
the little ones 30 soon to be de-
prived Of their mothers earthly
care. The older ones were offered
homes with relatives, but Patsy
the youngest, where was the dear
child to 60? The others would
soon grow into usefulness. but Pat
sy was only baby, and would need
years Of care before she could be OF
any use.
Aunt Amy quiete the mothers
anxiety by promising to do a good
part by the little one.
a few days later, when death had
claimed the dear mother Patsy
came back to Aunt Amy's home,
and was from that time her vsrita-
be shadow and troublesome COM
fort.
Aunt Amy never had q daughter
her three boys were all pretty we'll
out Of the way, and it WAS no small
matter to be looking after another
baby easy as she was to manage.
So the years went by, and Patsy
was learning to save her Aunt many
q step, besides other Lessons which
would be of use to her in after
years.
Aunt Amy glanced at the clock
once more. Her fifteen minutes of
rest had passed by. She must 20
and see to that dinner. AS she
arose the sound Of wheels passing
along the road in front OF the house
arrested her attention.
PATSY, dear, do look out and tell
me who that is. / can't see With
ont my specs
ooh, Aunt Amy,it's Uncle Gregg
and all the family-one, two, three,
four, five, six Of them, and he is
driving right up to the house.
Us that so? nearly dinner time
and just enough bread for our own
dinner
A look Of genuine annoyance
passed over Aunt Amy's face.
Never mind said little Patsy
I'll make you some
'Pshawl child, what can q little
one like you do?'
By this time the Visitora had
alighted, were greeted in true coun-
try style by Aunt Amy, who invit-
ed them to take of their bonnets
and make themselves ct home.
which they proceeded to do without
further ceremony aud Aunt Amy
excused herself to put the finishing
touches to the dinner table. Extra
plates must be set, preserves aud
pickles added to the bill Of fare.
more slices Of country cured ham
provided, and every thing from the
dairy IN plenty, but in spite of cut
ting the bread very thin and trying
tn make it look very abundant, the
fact of it's scarcity still kept1 its
signet on Aunt Amy's face.
In these good old times, and in
regions remote from trade centres,
there we're no stores, nor yeast
powders, when one could run out
from . room full Of unexpected
company aud with q patent sitter
Measure the -four, add salt, baking
powder, shortening sns = little