Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1899-05-27

Cynthy and asking help from her; but,
remembering how many times she had
attempted to make peace with her and
had failCd, she dared not make the at
tempt. And as the days went by her
heart grew heavier, as no relief could
anywhere be found, and nothing re-
manned for them but the poorhouse, at
least while Susy remained sick and
needed her constant attention
1t was just at dusk the evening be-
fore Memorial day when Miss Cynthy
again stepped from her door to lcok at
the garden, which had improved won
derfully under the spell of the soft
spring weather.
She walked down to the gate and
stood there, arms akimbo, looking at
the great masses of purple and white
lilacs that perfumed all the air about
her.
''Them lilaCs hain't got any equal to
the Corners, | know. Seems as if they
bloomed a-purpose for Sans grave. l
wonder if he knows how I've always
carried them ev'ry year since he come
back And something very like tear
glittered in the corner of her eye.
But just here her yerie was inter
rupted by Deacon Peppers CHEEKY voice
calling out How de do, Cynthy
Worshipin them flowers, hey? S'pose
you've hearn the news, Cynthy. beins
You re in the family"
"No; what news?" Cynthy replied.
"Why, Lily and Susy and them two
nj a-npin tho town
farm tomorrow. Hardman has fore
closed on EN- Lizy's dretful cut mp
about it, they say. Coin to the doins
tomorrow, Cynthy? We're agoin to
beat the folks on the ridge all to nothin.
Git up Dobbin!"
And, without waiting for reply from
Cynthy, Deacon Pepper went slowly off
down the road, his old, cracked voice
sounding clearly through the soft sum
mer air in his favorite tune, "Mourn
for the Thou-o on sand Slain
But Cynthy stood where he had left
her, as though rooted to the spot.
Lily going to the poorhousel Sans
Lily! 1t could not be true. And yet
Deacon Pepper had said it was surely
So Il wonder the thought pierced
her like knife-'I wonder if Sam
knows all about it--and mother! What
would they say if they knewT'
In a flash, as it We're, all the obsti-
macy and hard feeling of these past years
We're revealed to her in their true light.
She seemed to herself no longer the in
jured person, but the oppressor of the
widow and the fatherless. AS she stood
there self condemned and bitterly re-
pentant a small voice just at her elbow
said timidly, Miss White.
She turned, and there stood Susy's
little boy, Sam, the living picture of
the Sam she had known and loved. She
gazed upon him for moment, and
then, with a tenderer voice than you
would have believed possible, said kind
ly, Yes, what is it, Sammy?'
''Please, would you mind giving me
just one bunch of those pretty flowers
for grandpa's grave? Grandma S just
gone up to the burying yard, cause
were going away in the morning, and
| heard her crying before she went be-
cause she hadn't any pretty flowers for
grandpa. So, as | 'membered you, |
just slipped off and came down here
and don't you think you could give Inc
one little bunch, just to s'prise her?'
The pleading voice and the straight
forward blue eyes looking into Miss
Cynthy's face stirred tender feelings
within her. She bent and pressed her
thin lips to the lad's forehead as she
answered: "Pick all you can reach,
Sammy. and remember I'm your Aunt
Cynthy now.
The boy laughed with glee as he
pulled off one cluster after another,
while Cynthy broke from the higher
branches with lavish hand. When the
arms of both were laden, Cynthy said,
Come, Sammy" and hand in hand
they went softly through the cleaning
toward the little burying yard on the
hill. where tinge of sunset glory still
fingered.
As they entered the little gate they
saw in the farthest corner figure
kneeling upon grave, whose tiny flag
showed it to be the grave of a soldier.
They walked softly on, and as they
drew nearer Sam sprang forward, ex-
claiming. See, grandma, what Aunt
Cynthy and have brought you!"
The bewildered little woman rose
quickly to her feet, but the next minute
Lily, lilacs and all, were clasped in
Miss Cynthy's strong arms, while
voice, that did not sound like Cynthy's,
said to her soothingly:
There, there, Lizy. don't cry. I've
been wicked and cruel to you, hut I'll
mako il nm tO Won what 7 raD I'll can5
my team after you and Susy and them