The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1900-07-07

With warm hand clasp he parted
from her to join the phantoms in her
memory of folks that had been kind
to her, God bless EN-" and then the
train went rumbling on.
But many of the passengers had lis
tened to her story and were interested,
and they came to sit with her.
One pale little lad in the seat in front
turned round to look at her now and
then, and to answer her smile. He was
going to the new country for health
and wealth, poor lad, only to find Ter
nal rest in the sunny land; but his last
days were frightened by the reward for
his thoughtful kindness. He took out
his poor purse-there was little money
in it, but the consciousness of good
deed was worth something. Il maynt
have chance to do many more
thought the lad, buttoning his worn
overcoat.
He slipped out without a word at the
next. station and sent telegram to
Omaha. ITO Benjamin Smith: Your
Aunt, Sarah Smith, is on the w. & w.
train, going to you"
1t was only a straw, but a kindly
wind might blow it to the right one
after all.
When he was sitting there after his
message had gone on its way, she
leaned over and handed him pepper
mint drop from package in he1
pocket
You don't look strong, dearie," she
said. "Hain't We no folks with YEP
None on earth"
Were both lone uns," she smiled
IAN how sad it be there amt no one to
fuss over We! But be keerful of the
drafts, an keep flannel on your chest. .
You are very kind TO take an inter
est in me, but I'm afraid it is too late
Another night of weary slumber IN
the cramped seats and then they
reached the outskirts of the city, and
soon the train ran shrieking into the
labyrinth Of its destination.
The train halted; the door of the cal
slammed suddenly and big bearded
man, with eager blue eyes came down
the aisle. looking sharply from right tc
left. He had come down on the express
to meet this train. His glance fell or
the tiny black-robed figure.
why, Aunt Sarah he cried, with q
break in his voice, and she put out hel
trembling hands and fell into the big
arms, tears streaming down the wrin-
killed. face.
Il knowed God would send me to you
Ben she said, brokenly, and no one
smiled when the big man sat down be-
side her and with gentle hand wiped
her tears away.
why, I've sent Thomas SIS a month
for five years for YOU" he said, angrily
when she told him why she ran away
land he said you could not write, fol
you had a stroke and was helpless, and
I've written to you often and sent you
money It's hard for a man TO cal
his own brother villain"
I'VE won't, Ben" she said, gently
but just .forgit, an 1 won't be a bur-
den to you, for 1 can work yit, an fuI
years to come
Work, indeed! Don't I owe you
everything?" he cried. And my wife
has longed for you to come. There are
so few dear old aunts in this country
they are priced, 1 tell you" Then he
found out who sent the telegram, and
paid the lad, who blushed and STAN
mered like a girl and did not want to
take it.
II suppose you want job?" said the
big man. We'll, I can give you one
I'm in the produce business. Give you
something light. Lots of your sort
poor lad, out here. All the reference
want is that little kindness of yours to
Aunt Sarah
Here is the depot, Aunt Sarah, and
you won't see the bars and Injins' you
were talking about, but the prettiest
little city you ever set your eyes on"
He picked up the shabby old bag, not
bit ashamed of it, though it looked as
if Noah might have carried it to the
ark. They said goodbye, and the last
seen of her was her happy face beam
ing from a carriage window, as she
rolled away to what all knew would be
a pleasant home for her waning years