Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-07-21

lo much coming and going.
We are now the old folks
Margaret and Nehemiah and
Hope and I. Those others, Win their
rugged strength, thsr simple ways,
their undyips youth. are Of the past
The young folks-they are new kind
Of people. It gives VI comfort to think
they will never have to sing in choirs
or pound the rock" for board money.
But know 1t Is the worse luck for
them. They are hne lot Of young
men and women-comely and we'll
mannered-but they will not be the
pathhnders Of the future. What with
balls and dinners and clubs and thea
tiers they find too great solace In the
rear rank.
Nearly twenty years after that mem
CRADLE Christmas, coming from Buff
falo to New York one summer morn
Ing, my thoughts went astray in the
north country. The familiar faces, the
odd scenes. came trooping by, and that
very day saw the sun set In Hillsbor-
ough as had often those late years.
Mother was living In the old home
alone with daughter Of Grandma Bis
nette. It was her wish to live and die
under that roof. She cooked me me
supper with her own hands and great
anxiety to please me.
Come, WILLIE" said she, as If were
a small boy again. you fiji the wood
box. an I'll git supper ready. Lucindy,
you clear out" she said to the hired
girl good naturedly. "You dunno how
[. cook for him."
filed the wood box and brought a
pail of water and while she was frying
the ham and eggs read to her a part of
q speech l had made in congress. Be
fore thousands ! had never felt more
elation. At last was sure Of winning
her applause. The little bent figure
stood thoughtfully turning the ham
and eggs. She put the spider aside to
stand near me. her hands upon her
hips. There was a mighty pride In her
face when had finished. l rose, and
she went and looked out Of the win
dow.
"Grand!" she murmured. wiping her
eyes with the corner Of her handker-
chief.
"Glad you IKE IT, said, with great
satisfaction.
"oh, the speechp' she answered. her
elbow resting on the window s4ah, her
hand supporting her head. ~ liked Il
very well. hut-but Was thinking Of
the sunset. How beautiful It lsl'.
I was weary after my day At travel
and went early to bed there In my old
room. | left her finishing pair Of
socks she had been knitting for me.
Lying in bed I could hear the creak Of
her chair and the low sung, familiar
words:
ION the other side OF Jordan,
In the sweet fields OF Eden.
Where the tree of life II blooming
There is rest for you
Late at night she came into my room
with q candle. Iheard her come softly
to the bed, where: she stood d moment
leaning over me: Then she drew the
quilt about my shoulder with a gentle
hand.
"Poor little orphanv. said she In q
whisper that trsnblad. She weiss think
Ing Of my childhood, Of her, ewn hap
pier days.
Then she went away, and heard IN
the silence ripple Of asasnrsless wa
tiers.
Next morning took flowers and
strewed them on the graves Of David
and Uncle Eb. There Hope and ! 60
often te silt fer half a summer day
above those nArished forms and think
Of the old time and Of those last words
Of my venerable friend now craven on
his tombstone:
amt afraid.
'Shamed O. nuthin' ever done.
Allwus KEEP my tugs tight
Never swore less twas Necessary,
Never ketched a ash bigger n twas
Err lied n a huss trade Ssss, q 81 +
Pr shed q tearT didn't hev to-
Never cheated anybody but Ebsp
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south, =
Or road err trail;
But amt afraid.
THE END.
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