The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1897-10-02

ule. 1NeEe WIS uo4t III IL Aul tAe
bowl over by the window was small
cherry table, A worn copy OF the Tes-
lament and Psalms lay on II.
1t was a chilly afternoon In early
November, and cheerful fire cracked
in-was it?-yes, It was really--Mrs.
Bascom's old Evening Star" Two
chairs were in front of the stove-one a
low split bottomed rocker,palnted green
and the other big brown wooden one.
II was fathers chair"
Lizzie had looped the last curtain and
was surveying 1t critically, DOTTED
muslin would have been prettier." said
she, "but the bleached cotton was what
mother had. And here they come"
They let her rest awhile In the sitting
room before taking her to her room.
When she entered It her eyes fell on the
carpet,
why. Lizzie" she said, "aln't this
nv Garnet? Why"-she was looking
around the room now-"Llzzie.t there are
my thlngs-that were sold. Where did
you get them?' Her voice was tense
and almost stern,
II bought them back, mother, They
were all in the nelghbOrhood,and every
body was glad to let me have them
when they knew what l wanted them
for. thought you would feel more at
home II YOU had them-don't you like
them, mother?" little GnSlously.
Mrs. Bascom had dropped into a
chair and covered her eyes with her
hand. She looked up now with tears
streaming down her cheeks,
Like them?" she said. why, child,
TO- thaea thtUng
didn't know how my heart was bound
10 them or never would have let them
go. I've tried to make myself feel how
childish It was, and never told soul
how felt. but, oh, Lizzie, I've been SO
homesick for my things Lizzie. I've been
so homeslck for my things!"
She went from one thing to another
with the delight of child.
How good that bed will feel this
winter" she said "And here's my 1T
tie stand table, too, and-Lizzie' ain
that my Testament"
"Yes'm. IT was in one of those draw
ers when the table was sold, and we
| never knew H."
"And Sally thought che had burned
| Il up. She bought me nice oxford b.
bic, with a lot OF maps and PauPs mis-
| slonary journeys in II, but when people
get old they don't seem to care so much
about studying the Bible az about read
ing IT. And this has so many passages
marked, Here's the text Sister AIMS
funeral sermon was preached from
and fatber's-and my little Henry's.
oh. I'm glad TO get this Testament
back"
They were sitting around the hre Ia
ter.
haven't forgotten how to knit. I've
been thinking how good pair OF your
warm socks would feel these cold
mornings"
Mrs Bascom turned eagerly to her
daughter. "Is there any yarn In the
house, Lizzie?"
"Maybe can find some" said Liz
2le. mendaclously. She had bought some
the day before in anticipation OF this.
"pll look tomorrow"
"Iu have you n pair by the last OF the
week, son. I've seen the time when ]
could turn off my sock in a day, but 1
reckon I'm a little out of practice,
now"
"John,you needn't put mother at work
Ohlte SO SOOils NAAlt 4l'A " ANAP III
with my blue stripe first"
Haven't YOU colored that stripe yet?'
"N'm. don't know how"
John" said his mother, hrlskly. get
me some Prussian blue tomorrow, and
wen 60 right at It," Flloselle had been
hard to manage, but She was on famil-
lar ground now.
Lizzie went about her supper after
awhile, and the two were LEFT together
80 you like II, do you, mother?' said
John, seeing her glance rest lovingly on
the familiar objects.
Mrs. Bascom had laid a trembling
hand In his
John" she said, brokenly, 81 don't
feel like / ever could leaye this ROOM"
His hand closed on hers
"You never shall" he said. "This Is
your home from now on
John Bascom went to town the next
day and did not return until nearly
night. When he came he went directly
10 his mothers room. The door was aiar.
She was sitting in the twilight, rocking
gently. Under the table was a ball Of
finished carpet rags. She had been read
ing and the open Testament Law on her
Iap. 4 gray sock. well into the leg, had
slipped to the floor.
She did not hear him She was sing
Ing softly to the tune Of Hebron!
Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far his care prol0ngs my days,
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial Of his grace.
II was her old twilight hymn.
He closed the door gently and went TO
Liz2le.
"Yos." she said, when ne told her
about It. Mother had one happy day,
anyway. / can see that she Is glad TO
get back to the old nelghborhood.
"Ll2zie," said John, suddenly how
did you happen to have that yarn here?
You don't knit"
"How did you happen to want yarn
socks?" she re,orted. you don't wear
them"
Then they both lauphed.
what do YOU suppose mother said
about YOU last night?" he asked.
what did she sny?" eald Lizzie, cur
lously.
"She said, John you have good
wife. and she's got a heap OF feeling -"
And what did YOU say2" she asked,
nrchly, but with trimming eyes.
81 said She has So" he answered
cmphatically.
And then John Bnscom did what he
did not often do except when he came
home from the 81. Louis falr-he kissed
hls wlrc.-Cnrolinc II. Stanley In The
Independent
A FEW weeks ago the editor was
taken with very severe cold that cais-
cd MIN 10 be tn a most
miserable condition. II was UNI