The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1899-11-22
Love at Sixty.

Jane Anderson nas long By her IRE
that night; her face was glowing res
iiy as the light played over II. noN
turning It sad and raie ~ the shad-
ow.
"Auntis.~ young voice called to
her from up the stairway.
Aye. iaNSis Gao AT tao bed ar
dinna min mr. I'm contemplate So
"Auutisg.
"Weri"
Are you thinking of--ismieT"
There VAS youthful teasing
laugh behind the question. But thv
Old fare In the glow % the hreiEht
grew suddenly wlE,fai
4 wasnA. arc answered. but add
81 IN a whisper. hut moo ! Mil
Hoots. lassie. Eae sas bed"
The Old clock licked on the shelf
IL had mum bsred the days q, james
youth and love IL had noted her
hair as :, had changed from gold "a
silver n has KEEP, account % her
tears Not that there were many
af them. for Hhe was a hiittc body.
not much given 70 vain regrets. itut
sometimes. when the snug risce war
shining with her hoasrwtscly skill
the knitting done ana the hairns IN
her charge asleep. she took w.
mans comfort and nurssd % hef
heart her cid grief lest q should
grow cold anf BE- forgotten He
niece's question sad reminded her
u the LAYER % her yaath. and she
would net have besn a true woman
u she had not grown swsetly sorrow
fui over him.
An. jamie lad. jamie NcDouEail. -
she sighed Twas a crusi hand that
PARTED Us lang syns. ken where
re last met"
"whiri" whlEzed the old clock
Then one. two. three"
Mercy. a me cried the old lady
jumping NJ. Ten o'clock. an me
Ike a night col wha'd ken I wai
be sac derslpassd' kittis' kl,tie. DOT
Nj ye. MOOT
The Trea, gray cat rose from the
rug. and as little Mics Jane opened
the door Il walked out majastically
Miss Anderson bottled the door ard
went over to wind the clock.
y. ken wha' I've been coontem.
platln' aud friend" she said An
ye ken me hrithsr. joint weel I've
made COP me mind tao Fae L Ameri-
"a an max him a verslt. an we're
tn first I've tert aboot a."
Jane Anderson's plan to go to Am.
erica was not a sudden enc. ThinEs
are not done BY Impulse In a we'll
regulated Scotch household Year In
"A
wlth her but troop Of little or
phau children In her care could not
be eft Now they were grown. a
Draw lads and Iassies And she felt
that she could 30. John awaited her
whh an caEernsss that made his
wrlnklsd checks glow rosiiy through
bis Eiivtred beard.
she was bonnie lass" he said
over and over again. falling back In
to lis old speech. - bonnie lass
was little Jennie"
she must be an old woman now "
said his American wife. dlapasslon-
ately. ana then added Thirty years
changes bonnie to bony with most
folks. but however. she looks. shell
he right welcome here"
Nee Jennie Anderson had not been
month in New York when one day
a. she trudged. quite alone. In Cen
trai Park. she noticed an old gentle
man on one Of the benches peeplng
at her quite boldly over the top OF his
newspaper.
4 beg your pardon, ma'am." he
said. barring his gray head and
speaking hesltatlnEly. But yc
wouldn't be knowing Edinboro. now.
would ye7"
The little old lady looked up and
then glanced to her prlm black shoe
tips. smiling.
/ Indeed an would be KNOWN
/ Edlnbnro." she said. AN might be
KNOWN jamie MseDouEail. too. hap
pen ! should see HIM"
! The old man held the little mitten-
cd fingers in his own.
Did ye ken twas me lass2' he
asked. did yc ken this aud mon
was yer ain lhddie7"
"Jcanle." he said. without prcam
Bile or delay. Margaret MucDouEall
Ia in her grave. There nae ane noe
tao COON between us" Then the
years that had some way slipped be
tween them and their youth faded
away and they walked out Of the
green. arched pathway side by side
You we're right. John. Jane IL
bonnie" said Johns wife that night
lAs pink and pretty rs n girl for all
her 60 years. And Jeanne was hear
ing the same thing from other Hips
the while as they bridged the dreary
way acYoHs those ~ years
I'VE were aye a bonnie thing. las.
Sic But yer face viii shine best In
tn firelight o. mons hame."