Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1894-09-13

doesn't come at our call Everybody
Engineer Tom Jones said 1 could live
in his place close to the west Y, and he
says he'll be slow to sell it even if the
railroad does want it. He loved my
husband-but then everybody loved
my Joe, he washer voice trent led.
stopped, the light came and went and
came again into her face. while tears
stood full and heavy in her eyes.
The bookkeeper was getting cold !,
surely; he wished he could sneeze, but
as he couldn't he cleared his throat
and coughed, and wished that car
would hurry up.
''Yes. yes, I've had some hard
knocks" she continued, as if talking
to the slackening rain; ''but I've
nearly learned in whatsoever state
am Herewith to be content. l think
some day He'll make all things seem
right"
But the bookkeeper heard, saw, his
car.
Here, I'll take these pansies." said
throwing a nickel into her lap.
You Jamesyr' giving him an adj
monitory kick, short and light, bet
ter move along now; it's cleariDg!'
and he rushed out into the street.
II alters take her home. boss"
called Jamesy, now alive to the change
of affairs. We're pards. you see."
But the bookkeeper was climbing
into the scarcely stopping ear, and did
not even look back.
''She's utterly alone and poor. yet
happier than l." he unused. Il do be-
lieve she got to quoting Scripture at
me. Pshaw. / don't know what pos
sessed me! anyhow. have little cause
and less sense to be blue. Wonder
what the landlady'll say. Just look
at that clock" as the car whirled
swiftly by the courthouse. He stopped
his musing and whistled softly as he
pinned his pansies in his buttonhole.
A gentle wind from the distant
northern prairies waited away the
thin, light clouds. and the first faint
stars of evening looked down upon the
little old woman with her crutch fol-
lowing Jamesy through the open gate
way of the miserable place that was
home to her and him.
The pansies have had a big drink"
cried Jamesy, from the little garden
at the side of the house.
BEAT yer home," cried the other
''pard." fiinging wide the door.
AS the weary woman went to rest
that night she little kne " how far the
candle of her life had thrown its
beams upon a naughty world Lying
on her hard mattress, she watched the
moon through her shutter-slats, riding
high up in the heavens. and MUIR
INJURED:
Il know that was a good young man
this evening" good young man. Our
Benny might have been just like him
Just like him." Her eyes held them
selves closed, and she was soon with
her own loved ones in the elysian fields
of slumber.
''Why, the storm must have caught
YOU" remarked the landlady, as the
bookkeeper seated himself at his
usual place, smiling over the almost
empty dishes and the nearly vacated
supper table.
Yes; but what refreshing storm it
was. And it's perfectly clear now.
All, thanks for your kindness" he said.
cheerily. as the waiting girl brought
him a steaming cup of tea and some
well-kept steak.
"Lawsy! l wonder who guy i'm them
pansies; he seems SO mighty lifted up"
thought the observant damsel
The bookkeeper gave the pansies &c
the thoughtful looking little school
teacher at his boarding place-telling
her the story of the ''Motherly Pard."
and she put them in her Bible that
night, at the fourth chapter Of Philip
plans, eleventh verse.-N. Y. indie
pendent.