La Junta tribune., 1898-11-19

frock uubor kesi and bs tried on. I sub.
rpitted silently to be unhooked. but
knew = well = abe did thAs Sho hsd bcun
crying
Time did not stand saiii In our village,
A bicycle factory rearrd its gnunt ugli.
neas b the church, and the tnoss grown
we'll wA. .epIsred by gaivnTisrd Iron
pump. Ths old families moved away, and
new peutl lie cnme-smarter pcopis, 10 thsir
gimcraet way. who Ros their drsans- n.ssis
in thss county town and drsp,s.d AIss
Peckits's old fashioned psttcrns And In.
deed she was not entcrprikinR. Nothing
wouid induce her to make . bicycling suit.
however conventional. The changes In
our village took mighty strides while !
was AniShing my education In France and
GefmAay when I eanss homss hardly
knew t. Almost my nrxt visit was paid
70 the little white house with tbs green
rnilings- gssv -
.Is viii do tho poor thing good to ses
you,'' said my mother II fear abs n hor'
ribly poor. Sho gets hardly any work
now. and she won't accept anything she
docs NOT earn. The lass time ] sent fer
h~r ahe would not come, and when went
70 sce shy she told mo plainly that she
knew I didn't really wnnt her and WINS
only making up work for ber sake. which
Was quite true"
MIsz peckitt had .ed little since our
last parting. but she had grown very thin
The house. ~ usual. was scrupulously
Feat. bat though wc werc ciose on Christ
mns therc was no f5-e
She did not know me at hrSt and was
dustinK a chair that was already OF n spot
lessness TO shame our chniru at home.
when suddenly she recognized me The
shock shattered for . moment the rtserve
Of yenrs She thrcw her thin little arms
around my neck ari kissed me. faltcrcd
an apology for the V.fcrty'' and then sat
down on the douhly busted chair and cried
pit~ously comiorted her ~ we'll ns
could. hut before she grew calm nrnin
bad listened to such tale Of poverty and
self denial as MY young ears had never
hruri beforr-work scnrcc nnd growing
ssznfcer. hardly enough TO live on. and. to
crown all. the urgent necessity for saving.
for boarding every possible penny
But why,''
"Eor my funeral. my dear. " she anid
I've kcIt myself M s-ecsatlc NIL thcss
ycara, MD II the Parish WINS to touch me
should turn In my cofiin-l know !
should"
..Dcnr Miss Pcckitt. . said. "you know
we'd never Irt the parish
1T would Ike just the same she said.
though know you moan 10 kindly. and
thank you the saire Now. you II excuse
me getting en- with what bits Of sewing
have
And the necdle beean to Cash in md
ocs ttrough the white stuff
aNha. is itr'' usked Idly
ats for my burying." sho eaid II
know I'm not ioug for this world. for last
night .sc NY Willies ghost as plain as
plain walking In the churchyar ard. looking
much the 81 ne. only older. ns was to be
expected. and know thnts sign =
.Your needle crooked" l suid. fight
inx with q choking feeling In my throat
: Let me thrrad you another
-I,car mis-" size said. this is the only
needle I've got Its not 80 very crooked.
and . fcnny's penry. ard nsrGles In
penny packets isn't what they us.d to be
No. and won't let you b,iy me even nee
dis, n iss lt't the principle think Of.
won't 10 behcldcn
You've got tho old pincushion there
saiIl..' l sid There must bo lots of
res1iix. In that Lrt mo empty ont the
sawuuss and sse III put Is ali issck vcry
cnrei ully .
think Miss Pcckitt's will must have
been weakened by ny fasting and trou.
bie. Ter khe iet MO rip up orc side OF thnt
sacred cur hion and pncr out the bran into
that little h!ack ten tray with the gold
border forrd In that bran 67 good nee
dies, to say os hing Of broken ones Then
I began TO put the bran hacL, and AZ l
pushed IL In 70 nnke it hard and tight
felt hollow In the brick There was
sonnet hing in It. pulled 1t out
oh, Miss Peekiti.' ! cried. look
what have found In your pincu. hton,"
A little canvas iaR. and In It TEN SOW
crcigns and two bank notes. and little
lcttlr ~
NY DEAa RlEsson-This ,s 40 Of roy money
60 ron will have something u ! em not
lucky with t.se rest Sou will End this when
you sip OF til. cover, II all Hues well rs
please God II vii, II Will ray for The things
for oy-r home Your true friend and sf.ee,ion
ate lower. WILLIAM BIALE-
Shc showed me tho letter nftcrwnrd
Now shs only ki-sed it ard put IL In her
bosom-quite siinsIy. undoirg two but
tons ior tlie purpose and said softly:
Pay for things Tor the Lousef It will
pay for my funeral. =
Miss Pecktts was on r,y mind hnd
seen that the money ard tho words fropi
the dend had brought her more pain than
joy, and after dinner that evening ! slip
ped on dark cloak and rnn down the
quiet street TO the little whi'c kouse /
opened the door -Jfiiy and r-ercd in
1herc was y Ere in The CRATE. and before
h In the armchair with the patchwork
cushion sas = middle aged man Miss
Peckias - on his knee, and her arm vi a.
around Ais neck In her che, Ks was the
fresh eosor" had never scen there, and
In her eyes the light of youth and hope
She sprspg up at the click Of the hitch
Its my Willie. kbe cried He's como
back oh, miss. denr. to think of is-hc
was coming home To me with his fortune
made, and thss ship WAS wrecked. and him
and the oshers has bs$n living like koiin
son Crusne. and only fetched away BY q
ship shs ueher day And is wax him i sse
last night. nos his ghoet He Was iSnking
for IL . among tie graves. htcsuss. hec-. .uld
not bear TO con to the little houss and
flnd r,,e dend and buried