The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-12-22

tilda and her husband ate alone.
Mother always did have such disa-
greeable temper-stubborn and sulky.
If she had been milder with father
they would have lived more like other
people" said Matilda, indifferently.
when explaining the cause of her moth
er's absence.
Il wouldn't keer so much the old
lady was sobbing to herself upstairs.
IF only pap he'd sent me some little
word that he wanted 10 see me ChlI-
dren's most alters ungrateful any ways,
specially them that's he'd the most
done fur 'e-n, an I've wor lsed my life
out for mine.
But | wouldn't had 'em If II hadn't
been for love of pap, an don't think
he'd ort to forgit me now"
Down in the city the warm spring
days awoke new reStlessncss IN old
Mr.. Paine. His daughter Jane was as
kind To him as n kind daughter could
be. Her children were taught TO ad-
dress him respectfully and TO wait on
his every wish because he was their
grandparent. But the warm sunshine
called up visions of the country home
where the grass would be jnst deepen
ing into green again and the maple
boughs bursting with buds
He had always had lettuce bed just
through at this time. And the spring
longings recalled the days OF youth and
the little children who had played
about him as he weeded and hoed in
his garden, and the busy mother often
taking time from her own work TO help
him. But she had always scoldel so
much, he muttered defiantly 10 himself,
and was ever 50 determined TO have
her own way. Then a uwinge OF CON
science told him her way had generally
been the best, for she was clearer
sighted than he, and he picked up his
cane and hobbled away to the park in
funny sort of little dudgeon. Then Is
ne sat in the park he thought OF Henry
and tears came To his eyes in spite OF
him.
Hes mighty fond of his mother-an'
she was d good mother, too; III say
that for her anyways Henry was "a
fine boy. He'd a-beeu the finest We GOT
if he'd a-lived, for he seemed to hev
more sense an goOd-heartedness, some
ways ! don't know as ! blame her.
after all. for bein' SO bound TO hev hun
go u 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
tieman was very heart-sicz To see the
wife he had treated so brusqueIy the
past many years.
He went straight TO his old satchel
and took out Il weIl-cared-for book. Int
one of an old binding and print Il
was a Latin grammar, and had been
his secret and mos carefully preserved
treasure tor over unlrUy years
As the mother had gone 70 the grave
of her most ardent ambitions, SO he
now turned the pages Of his boys
book. one word Of which he could not
understand, but could only regard with
awe. Then he came TO a page on tic
margin of which was much fine writing
IN elegant script. II was not hard for
him to read, little book learning as he
had
..Mother-dear mother Wife and
mother, mans truest friends-guardian
angels in death. heart
-wife-Edith."
''Ile must a-been in love with some
body himself" unused the old father.
but he didn't forgit his mother. neith-
er. She was my sweetheart onct-'
Before grandfather went to sleep
that night he had formed fresh deter
mination.
Jennie - he said to his daughter in
the morning, you know the BarlIin
cottage up To the Crossings? Well. I'm
goin' up and see if | can't rent it.
They's q nice garden patch with il. and
'tain't too late yet To pul in garden
stuff, an'-an'-don't We think Hother'd
be willin' iur 10 cook fur me"
YES, father; you know she always
sends you her respects" There were
tears in James eyes, despite the smile
on her lips
An I'm pretty sure / could make
enough with the garden fur her an me,
an you children could help Us Idon't
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, a
couple of miles from the crossing,
Grandfather Paine walked up Matilda's
front yard and around II the back door,
where the old grandmother was put
ting away the nights milk
Grandmother gave u little glad cry
and dropped the crock of milk all over
the tabby cat, and threw her arms
around his neck.
Il just couldn't stand it no longer,
Mary, an | lowed rs you and me he'd
run it this long we might stick togeth-
er for the few years that's left 10 Us
An mother, I'm powerful sorry fit
you like | alters did about Henry's
goin' To college"
Matilda started to oppose the new
arrangements She SAID they weren't :
81 ., ~ Lott alone Al their aoa and
would be an endless trouble TO the
children.
But for once Matilda was overruied
and in a 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 ro-
mantle tales, they lived happily ever
afterward. Belle V. Logan, in Chicago