The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1905-12-23

you love me, you will give them to
me-"
But 1t was sweet to hear him plead,
and the little maiden was DESTROYS of
~prolonging the pleasure.
IF ever | love you again, / will give
them to YOU" was all she would say.
Just then a neighbours boy had hurried
up GREATNESS with Importance.
John, John. Your mother has sent
for you to go home right away. She's
got a telegram from your grandfather.
He's dead"
1t was the last time she had ever
seen John Warren. Within an hour
he was speeding on the train to the
home that death had entered so sud-
denly. Then there had been sickness
and unexpected removal in her own
family. If John had written to her,
she had neve- received the letter. Her
own childish, miSdirected epistle to
him had come back to her months aft
erward from the dead letter Office.
John had passed completely out of her
life. But put away among her most
precious treasures were the little red
mlttens waiting to be given to him.
What had an old maid to do with
such mementoes? How Juanita would
laugh if she knew her foolishness.
She would get out the mittens this
very Christmas and send them to her
brother Bob's boy-Bob's boy who was
always losing mittens.
1t was a hard day. Juanita's heed
less words seemed to tinge everything
with bitterness. They sounded in her
imagination again as she sat wrapping
up the Christmas presents. A foolish
mist was in her eyes as she did the
stubby mittens up into a neat parcel.
wrapped them in white tissue paper
and tied them with red ribbon. Just
then she was called away. The pres
ents lay out on her table as carefully |
arranged as the specimens In a scien-
tific cabinet, hers on one side and
~Juanita's on the other. So tley would |
have remained had careless little |
Susette kept out of the room. But |
Susette wanted baby ribbon for her
own small concerns. and nobody but
Aunt -Annabel kept it on hand. In
helping herself to it, she knocked two
small packages frou. the table. They
were both about the same size. soft
and tied up with red ribbon. and the
envelopes 10 hold each had laid. al
ready directed, beside. Susette, hastily
picking then UP and trying to put
them back, exchanged the packages.
The study red mittens in their dainty
wrappings laid beside the envelope ad-
dressed MIR. Walter Taylor" to whom
Juanita had meant to send an en-
broidered handkerchief.
"Who is Mr.. Walter Taylor?" Aunt
Annahel had asked. and Juanita had
lightly:
"Oh, he's Jacks uncle" Jack was
the boy who carried the skates for
herr Hes a lonely old gentleman and
I thought it would please him to have
me send him something. He's a wild
over, and he has lots of money and
Jack is his only nephew" And world
little Juanita smiled meaning
at the unworldly little aunt who
would never, at her age or at any age.
have thought OF future prospects in
his way.
And So, by Susette's mistake. Mr..
Walter Taylor received the stubby red
instead of the handkerchief
hat was designed for him. It was a
onely man who opened the little red
'ibboned package, though no one but
/ girl like Juanita would have thought
# calling him an old gentleman.
When he u%nwrapped the package and .
cad the card that said in the small u
old-fashioned Gladys hand".
With a great deal of love for Christ Q
mas from Annabel Wilder" his face 5
uddenly changed into the face of a 9
oy. He whistled. Then he laughed.
hen he scrutinized the postmark,
matched his hat and was off like q =
hot to find a directory. But Miss An :
abePs name was not in the directory. !,
S she lived With her sister and sisters =
usband. 1t was Christmas evening
efore he traced her.
1t had been a lonely day for Anna,
ell. Juanita's words had taken all the e
out of 1t. Sister Agnes and i,
Charles and their childrenJ I,
ere as kind as could be. but they be-
,nged SO thoroughly to each other v
nd we1o sc absorbed In each other
lat she could not help a very sore n
Gft-out feeling. She vent to her room Il