Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-05-23

sue knew I'LL sne toON the last long
dreadful journey. Aunt Kitty's success
as farmer is wonderful. The men
obey her, or else they go. Her cabbagea
are the finest, aud her chickens the tat
test In the neighborhood. She wages
relentless persecution upon worms and
insects. and it seems as if the things
didn't dare to try to eat her cucumber
plants. If the curculio attacks one ol
her plum trees, she cuts the tree down
before the Others suffer. "Bstter one
dead tree than lot o. sicily ones" she
says. With al eye, peghaos, u Aunt
Kitty's swelling bank account, very
nice man asked her to marry him. She
replied that her life was, indeed, for any
who neede her, bat for no husband.
Her heart, she said, lay at the bottom OF
the ocean.
ought to open and dust. All! the
only thing here is paiatei amoro.
type of Arnold in a blue velvet case.
l take it reverently from its 10 =
of tissue paper and open it. o.
the inside cover is pinned curl of rud-
dy brown hair. 1t IL boyish face,
laughing, pure and sweet. Till the last
he must have bounded over the crests OF
life's ways-happy, fearless. If only
they could have been married, and had
their pretty children about theml
But. Grace Brown, / thought you
were sweeping! push back the ORA yer,
move the table, and ply my broom with
vigor.
Here are some dry leaves and flowers,
dropped In the shadow of the door.
They are botanical specimens which the
doctor and I were studying last night.
We found purple Gerardia, yellow
Trefoil and Polygala along the roadside
on our drive. We examined them
through the doctors big microscope.
That Polygala was hard studying, aud
there ne sat, cnjoyins my posing with
his needles, trying to count stamsns and
cells too small almost to be seen with
the microscope. He would not help
one bit, and 1 felt moro and more
stupid. He says l will make fair
botanist if l persevere. The doc.
tor knows everything about plants,
but then he had to learn, SO IS to dis
pease sarsaparilla, and all his other vege-
table stufs. Botanical names d. so
dignity medicinesi Nov should hate
to get we'll of fever on Monkshooi or
one OF tho Deadly Nightshades. But
call them Aconitum and Belladonna and
[ shouldn't mind in the least. Out here,
where have few companions, the doc.
tor is very agreeable. He began pracsic-
ing in New York, but it was uphill
work. So when the old physician OF
This place wanted to retire, and invited
:hls young doctor to take MS practics,
ne was glad to come. Some of his pa.
:ients live of quite a distance, and he
Jays may as well enjoY tha ride with
him on tins days. II, calls, quite uu-
professionally, OF course, on Aunt Kitty
very often. But come ny little dried
up Gerardia, you and tho rest must
share common fate ani so to the dust
heap.
A few white hairs arc caught on
the broom. take one gently Of aud
draw it through my fingers. Aunt
Kitty's hair turnai white in the
fever. 1 love whita hairs. Tho mixed
stage suggests the struggle between
youth and age; but the hair sotteuei
aad whitened at last means the triumph
of wisdom, purity and peace over irrita-
bility, passion, vanity, ambition and
those other tempestuous attributes OF
youth aud middle age. I cannot associ-
ate white hair with any but good pc ople
like Aunt Reoekah and Aunt Kitty. The
haI Ny,.xIt - L.:
locks, like their hearts, dirty yellow
black.
1 have coma to the what-uo., and l
.egard it with disnay. What not, in
deedi Heaps OF knick-knack, shells,
vases, daguerrotypes. picture clrds,
boxes, small china figures, all waiting to
be busted. On the top shelf peacock
feathers and dried grass wave from au
antique vase. Hero is my mothers pic.
ture in a small frame made of pine cones
There arc hair flowers under glass. Do
let US look at these ancient daguerro-
types. This is Uncle Amos, more SOL
emn even than his portrait. That is
fathers cousin Sebastian who lives in
Australia, and sends me something
rare and pretty every Christmas.
I have never seen him, but
he thought great deal of mother, who
died when 1 was four years old. 1t is
for her sake, suppose, that he sends me
things. Here is group of my own
cousins, five light haired, pretty, delicate
children. Only one lives now. Their
mother died of consumption, leaving
baby three months old. Uncle John, q
brother of my fathers and Aunt Kitty's,
knew Massachusetts girl, strong and
sweet. tempered, who was teaching
school. He went TO her and said:
"You were my wife's best friend. Her
children have her constitution. You |
know their doom. Come and make their |
short lives happy. She would be pleased.
I will give you money and home. All |
your wants shall be gratified. And for !
the care you give my children our graft !
tudo will be your recompense.
She went, and took up her task, dc.
tcrmined to conquer those fatal seeds of /
death which were the mothers heritage. /
She struggled, and did indeed give them
happiness, but she could not give them !
health. What fearful fact hereditary
isl They lived from sixteen to twenty
years, then one by one tney dropped an!
died. All but one died in her arms.
Ie, singularly, escaped. AS q rorIorn
lope, he was sent as common seaman on /
sailing vessel. Being weak and un-
lsed to climbing, he fell to the deck and
,roke his hip. He was taken to the
hospital, where he lay for year, his
wound suppurating and refusing to heal.
When he did recover he walked with
rutch, but the blood taint was gone,
nd his lungs were sound. He married
nd lives in st. Louis. Here is photo
,raph of Charley, junior, a mischievous.
turdy-looking three-year-old, booked
or long life. On one shelf is
carved cup which Cousin
]harles did in the hospital. Itwas one
# his ways of passing the time. ,,
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