The Somerset reporter., 1895-08-22
Remembering.

Two old people were sitting upon
the vine-Wreathed porch. ame9g The
evening shadows. The hon -uchles
were still in bloom. and a beltfea hum
ming bird VT, gathering Sweetness from
their fragrant blossoms.
TIE woman. r,es were bright with
The light OF othr" 'tys. and there was a
| trenulous smile upon her lips. lier
/ knitting fell from her quiet hands.
! ~ ny. mother said me gray haired
man. Il, ne slowly bent TO pick up the
ball of yarn which was rolling toward
! him across the porch. What are you
doing?n
Remembering :" she said with a little
laugh. while delicate flush suffused
her faded cheek. I'm foolish old
woman, may be-but father, | was re-
Numbering the bonniest dark haired lad
| in Newbury."
And you were the prettiest, sweetest
girl in all the land" the old man broke
in gayly. She smiled. I'VE were
neither so stout then, father. | was al
ways thin slip Of girl, and you as
slender and straight as that young birch
tree in our garden. All, how we'll re-
member that summer night that you
were going away to seek your fortune
unless ~
Unless my fortune bid me stay at
home, as your lips did that night. 1t
seems like yesterday
And we were married ia the fall
you wouldn't wait Till spring, and | was
never so hurried in my life.
And we drove away together, after
the wedding, in my fathers gig-and our
honeymoon was the fairest September
moon | ever saw in all my four and
seventy years.
And our first housekeeping, father.
Do you remember the mistakes | made,
and how you laughed at them? And
when cried you comforted me, and we
made it up again. o, what happy,
happy time
"rhen little Ruth was born she went
on slowly, but we couldn't keep her
with US long. Somehow, father. no one
of the other children ever seemed to me
quite like our little Ruth and none OF
the larger mounds in the churchyard
ever seemed quite like that little one,
where the pale blue myrtle always
blooms in the spring
IL always thought little Ruth would
have been more like you the old man
unused.
- All. Wei, SIit sdiu. Will nan
smothered sigh, we've had hard times
and happy times together, father, and
we've almost reached the end of our
Journey now, but somehow, you always
made the rough places smooth for my
feet. And IL tried to help and never
to hinder you.
you've been true, good, faithful
wife to me-" the old man said, with a
hioh hrpuuht tho n
his old companions eyes.
"Oh, well,n she sighed again, after
little pause, s'it's almost over now. But
which ever one our Heavenly Father
calls first to go to him, the other won't
be long ia following. We shall go close
together. We shouldn't know how to
get along without each other, should we,
father, after all these years.
There was no audible reply. In the
dim twilight the old woman did not see
that her husbands eyes had closed.
Yet his head was nodding gently, as If
even in his sleep he would assent to all
she said.
A brisk footstep sounded through the
hallway, and an upright form loomed
darkly at the open door.
"Mother, father-you two out here at
this time of night y the daughter cried,
as if she were Gliding two maynard
children. declare you need watching
every moment. Don't you know 1t isn't
safe to sit out at this season when the
dew is falling? What are you doing?
Remembering, said the aged
mother, with gentle smile and quick
drawn sigh.
Remembering the old man echoed,
suddenly awakened from his sleepy.
Y. Observer.