The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1893-07-12

| wearing out her BODY, and III sue uOcs-
MT get over The idea that she isn't at
home soon. rm afraid she may break
down under tho strain. The only
thing to be done is to give her nour-
ishing food aud keep her as cheerful
as you can. Good morning"
The doctor hurried away.
Miss Lydia turned slowly back to
the sitting room. Those few words
had removed scales from her eyes, as
IL were. Shc realized with pa"g
how worn the dear figure by the win
dow had grown of late, and how her
mothers strange delus.on had tight
ened its hold week by week.
She went about her work all day
with weight at her heart. an un-
spoken prayer on her lips. Anxious
Miss Lydia, All old maid in the old
home, was returning to her parents
the tender, untiring care which they
lnd bestowed on her us a child.
Through the long night she lay
awake, wondering if nothing could be
done to Gear away the cobwcbs from
that poor bcfogged brain. IN the
early dawn an inspiration came to her
g, happy that she breathcd a deep
sigh of relief, and fell asleep only to
b, aroused by the birds twittcring in
the vines outside, and Il broad ray of
sunlight drifting across her face.
As soon as she was dressed she hur-
ried into her mothers room aud drew
the curtains aside briskly. letting in II
flood of light and the warm, sweet
morning air.
"Wcll, mother" she cried, chcerlly,
"lis is a splendid day Tor your jour
ncy. isn't It? You know you're going
home today!'
"Why, so 1 ami" said grandma,
with smile of childish delight as she
sat up in bed. al declare I'd almost
forgot about It. Seems rs If the time
would never come! We aren't going
till after breakfast are we, Lydia? |
hope you'll see that your fathers
ready. He's growing very slipshod in
his ways lately
'.Oh. he's at home already" an-
swcred Lydia "lIe wants to he on
hand when you get there"
So grandma rose In II state of ex-
element, to take her tea aud toast and
dropped egg with relish sho had
II 1t shown since her illness.
Then SHE was dressed MS if for q
Journey, in her best black cashmere,
camel's hair shawl, tho big black bon
net with the purple violets within the
brin, tho shiny onc-button black
gloves, her ovcrshocs, and the little
worsicd work-bag OH her arm to hold
her "specs,' her handkerchief and
her porte She was ready 10
SGT out
Miss Lydia took her arm, and they
started slowly. slowly down the long
flight of stairs.
She helped her down the front step,
leading to the sidewalk, talking to her
all the time about her return home,
and keeping her attentions away from
the scenes about her. Then she helped
her into carryall that stood waiting.
"rll warrant that when we get
there" said Lydia, after they were in
the carriage, "fathcr'll be waiting for
us at the top of the steps"
Tho driver took turn around the
block. aud returned to the house he
had Just left.
"Well, here we are at last" said
Lydia. "It's been pretty long and
tircsomc Journey, but guess you've
s'ood it pretty WELL"
For an instance the old lady seemed
dazcd. But Lydia called out, "Well,
il there aiut father, just as said he'd
be-" Grandma caught sight of him
rubbing his hands at the top Of tho
stops.
"IIe was looking for us, sure
cnough!" she said.
They helped her out and up the
steps. All the rest of the family had
been taken into the plot. Cynthy
Ann, the hired girl, came out behind
grandpa.
"Well, well, molhcr!" said grandpa,
stepping forward and taking her hands
in his, then STOPPING to leave kiss
upou the faded cheek. ''lt does seem
nice to get you back again. l Though
you was never coming. Aren't you