Alaska sentinel., 1906-12-27

things to old black auntiel Aunt Lil- lie Is sick, and Uncle Weaver says she Is waiting impatiently for her lunch, and now there Isn't any lunch to send her"
 The boy stood abashed. I'm sorry, mamma. You just said 'auntte.' I guess I was thinking about football the most, did not know you had to send things for Aunt Llllle to eat, and I knew old auntie was poor. But l didn't know how poor till now, man. ma. If you could just have seen her when I got there-and she hadn't had bite to eat all day, and she'd been there sick and cold and alone. and I should think she needed It worse than Aunt Lillie did She said the Lord sent 1t, because she'd been pray ing. I'm glad she got 1t, mamma"
 Mrs. Towne turned to the phone again. There has been a mistake Weaver. I'll send Lilies lunch as soon as possible-am sorry for the de lay" then she hung up the receiver If the Lord has made you His mes senger, I have nothing to say, dear Walt till I fix a tray for Aunt Lille, then I'll go with you to see old auntie It will not do to leave one of Gods children suffering want In the midst of Christian community"
 Rob explained matters when he took Aunt Lilies lunch to her a little la ter. At first they laughed, but as Rob grew more earnest they began to get interested, for auntie was much bet ter.
 At last, after they had heard the young husband with eyes that shone through tears.
 "Old and alone and suffering and poor. Oh, Weaver. and I've had every. thing she lacks In such abundance. didn't know there was anybody like that in this town"
 There. darling, don't you worry" soothed Uncle Weaver.
 Il want to worry. It's time I did when things like this are true Old and poor and alone and hungry. No, Weaver, dear, 1 won't be still. I'm go- ing to see her. Rob, you tell her said so. Run down and ask cook for loaf of bread and take 1t when you go."
 Uncle Weaver followed Rob into the hall "Order some fuel for her as you pass the woodward" he said, holding out crisp green blll "Auntie Lille wants her to have It, and, Rob. I'm so glad she's better. I could buy fuel for all the old women h town with joyful heart"
 Rob forgot all about football that afternoon, for mamma kept him so busy. ITO think this poor, good old soul lived like this so close to my door and I never suspected It"
 It was hard to tell who reaped the most benefit from Rob's mistake Whether It was Rob himself, who learned in way he never forgot the Joy of practical yet loving ministry for one of Chrlst's little ones," or Nam ma Towne, who in return for her prompt and efficient assistance, recelv. ed more help than she rendered, in les- sons of human piety and unquestion- ing faith.
 Or young auntie, who never rested till every chink In the cabin was stopped, the walls plastered and new floor laid, and who, having tasted the sweetness of sharing her abund- ance with those who lacked, was nev- CT again willing to settle back to the old level of selfshness.
 Or old auntle, who in her comfort able bed, her suffering limbs soothed with liniments and bandages, prayed as earnestly for blessing on the friends God had sent her, as she had for the relief of her own sore needs.
 "Mistake-don't ever call 1t that again, Rob-" said Auntle Lille, when the boy next day remembered to offer a tardy apology; and Uncle Weaver, quite relieved and happy again, and rejoicing in anything that gave pleas ure to the young wife, added: Tt was the right thing to do-the only thing In fact, the rightest thing you ever were guilty of, my boy.'-Christian Observer.