The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-08-31


lest as If there was somethin' of Sum
day sacred feelin' in the grandness OF it
allr'
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 priv
ilege passing beyond mere pleasure,
and Weakening to life the unwordcd 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-
ms was a machinist. and possessed, to
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
s.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
L. hn
greatly interested, when his wife re-
minded him of the passing time. II 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 l can make it work
we'll none of US ever be sorry we come
to the worlds fair"
They had spent nearly a week at tho
fair, and had but one more day to stay.
They had been to Names state build
ing, Just 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
I were full upon them. as they sat down
to rest and recall more wildly hfe's
early scenes.
The children, Hiram and Ruth, had
wandered a little distance and were
talking to a man seated alone upon a
bench. "And so you little folks have
I 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, 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 ouildin'
ZOOS 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,
I and then cried out: Brother Jacob,
that we've mourned as dead for many
wears? For all the world, miracle, an
nothin' elsc!"
Explanations quickly followed. Ja-
! 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 and
/ sister had drifted apart. This year he
| had been down to the old home in
Maine, 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,
falling 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 ife's duties and
| its trials.
ssEben Jenkins" said his wife to him,
! in tones of unwonted gen:leness, don't
| ent from what it ever did before? Sort
! of swimmin roun' in smiles like An
( I'm SO glad, it's all come boat through
I us goin' to the worlds fair. / never
shall feel bit skerry bout your havin'
( your own way after this!''
Sometimes. Alviry, I'm thinl1in' it
| amt our own way we're havin' 80 much
( as tbs 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 cnn it help bein' bless
( in to all who go to seek the knowledge
/ He's set out like feast before EN-! It's
sure enough like settin' down to our
Heavenly Fathers table an partakin'
( OF His bountyr'-Ella Dare, IN Inter
! Ocean.
Russian Ignorance.