The Bossier banner., 1893-10-05

w ny, II S worth llVln 1ull lifetime to
leave the housework an the drudgery,
and forgit it. as if it never was! With
all the whiteness, an the music play
in, an the peaceful feelin' everywhere,
it's mos like the fulfillin' of the blessed
Promisel''
Its paid already, Alviry, bein' its
done you good" said her husband, in
gentle tones, turning toward her
beaming face, with a kindly light in
his honest eyes. ''It is real helpin' an
upliftin' like An don't you notice,
Alviry, how there's nothin' noisy, nor
boisterous 'mongst all the people. It's
jest as if there was somethin' of a Sun
Gay sacred feelin' in the grandness of it
all.'
Frugal and hard working and indus
trious, Eben Jenkins and his wife had
found little time for even the simple
pleasures within their means. But
now there had come to them a priv
ilege passing beyond mere pleasure,
and wakening to life the unworded de-
light of new thoughts and purposes and
ideals.
The same earnestness that entered
into their daily duties ruled them, in
their visits to the various buildings
and exhibits. The children asked ques-
tions, and the parents answered them
as best they could. Every moment of
the few days they could spend at this
marvellous world gathering, must mean
something to al of them. Eben Jenk
ins 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 pockits." 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 a 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
to the worlds fair.
They had spent nearly 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, ''if 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
lage 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. Cant you tell me your
names?"
my name is Hiram Newton Jen.
kins," responded the boy, 'an' 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."
4ho t,.or nd I.
ing to the children, hastened 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
wears? For all the world, miracle, an
nothin' else!"
Explanations quickly followed. ia
cob Newton had left his home in Maine
long years before for the far west
Sickness and lost letters and removals
had followed, and so the brother ant
sister had drifted apart. This year he
had been down to the old home il
Maine, and was taking in the fair OF
his return trip. And still more news
he had to tell, about the death of ar
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 te
a certain charity.
Words cannot paint the blessedness O
, such reunions. Tenderness and joy anC
) strength spring up like flowers ant
} wreathe with beauty life's duties ant
| its trials.
| "Eben Jenkins said his wife to him
in tones of unwonted gentleness, don
: you know the hull world seems differ
ent from what it ever did before? Sor
of swimmin' roun' in smiles like! An
: I'm so glad, it's all come bout through
/ us goin' to the worlds fair. l neve
/ shall feel bit skeery bout your havin
, your own way after this!"
Sometimes, Alviry, I'm thinkin' i
2 amt our own way we're havin' SO mucl
S as It's the Lords way. Want it tn
| Lord that put it into the minds of al
the nations to come together an brini
e their treasures an show em to eac