The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-06-03

I said, smiling down upon her. "You
must be Sarah. You used to work at
Grandfather Nelson's when 1 was a
small boy, and took care of me during
my visits"
Zach, see: he knows mel" the woman
exclaimed, turning toward her husband.
HE would not forget Sarah! So, So.
After so long a dime. Ach. my! And
now you are a man, and hat growed so
big!"
1 really should have explained before
that my name is Nelson Conway. Ihad
been rather a small. puny child, and nv
gradfather called me Little Mel.
Soon Jake went about his business
harvesting the oats. Sarah and 1 sat
all that afternoon under the cool shade.
talking about old times.
My parents had been dead many
years, and it was something new in my
experience to be petted. deferred to
and made much of. Sarah took up the
acquaintance just where it had been
broken off IS years ago, and seemed inn
bued with an augmented alteration for
me.
in the world whom 1 could depend on.
and, in the natural desire for sympathy
and consolation, recounted to her all
my troubles, including the circum-
stances connected with the bank rob-
berry and the suspicion under which
had groaned in spirit for year now.
"It seems as though I were fated to
carry that load to the grave" re-
marked, despondingly.
Zach, no, indeed you Won't. Don'd
you feel pad aloud it, Mel. You see it
come right. Let dem come to me-"
Sarah continued, waxing indignant,
'let dem come to me. I dell dem if
grandson of Abram Nelson is thief.
And dey find out some day"
Her assurances comforted and en-
couraged me very much. For l knew
my life had been honorable and square.
at least in all business relations, and
her absolute trust in me, after all the
cruel insinuations and the cold looks
Of suspicion, was balm to my wounded
spirit.
There was another, the brightest fair
est and best of women, who also felt
had done so; one whose affection
had gained. But had not heard from
her since Immediately after the rob
berry, and whether her trust and love
still remained mistaken / could not
say had NO reason to doubt her; but
them time works wonderful changes
in a woman's opinions, often.
After supper Jake drove me over to
Nelsouville- Sarah accompanied us, of
course. She would have been intensely
pleased to have me stay at her own
house, but I was longing for the rest
and peace which the old homestead
seemed to promise, and SO could not
be persuaded to change my plans.
At the corner of two roads, near the
house, dwelt an old widow, who had
taken care of my place.
The large farm had been rented out
in parcels to neighboring farmers, but
the house had remained vacant ever
since my grandfather's death.
We stopped at the widows home for
the key, and the old lady came along
with us.
Soon I stood upon the porch and
gazed around upon the scenes which
had stamped themselves SO strongly
upon my boyhood's mind that even now,
after all these years, they seemed won
derfully familiar. I missed the white
headed old gentleman, whose figure had
been the most beautiful of all to my
boyish mind. With a sigh turned to
the door, placed the key in the lock
turned the bolt, and entered, followed
reverentfally by Sarah and her husband,
and Mrs SNYDER. the old widow.