The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-10

| Marie drowned, pouting her lips. II don't know why I should be made sac 1 rifce of Couldn't Estelle practice her I music at Aunt Lou's? There's an old pi- ano there.'
 "Yes, a piano that came out of the l ark laughed Bert. ''I hit one of the keys once and the squeak the thing made was funny enough, can tell you" "I'll go," said Estele, In calm voice.
 'So, sister, you needn't make a fuss about it. I can spare one week out of the year to poor old Aunt Lou, As for my music, mamma, can very well make up In that after 1 return from aunt s.
 Well, Estelle, you have my sympathy said Bert, filling his mouth with piece of waffle dripping with syrup.
 ''I don't need sympathy declared Es- telle. "I don't think Aunt Lou so trying. She has some queer, oldfashioned ways, but l think them very superior to some of the more up-to-date ways-take some of yours, for instance brother"
 "Whew-w-wl" whistled Bert What a sarcastic lady my elder sister is becon- ing"
 MT. Daniels tapped the table with his finger and gave one look to Bert, caus- Ing that young man to finish his break fast In silence.
 That day Estelle wrote to her aged sreataunt that she would be happy to come and remain with her the week dur ing the hplsekeeper's absence. The following Monday morning found Estelle aboard the suburban train en route to Aunt Louis country home, about 10 niles from the city. She found the aged woman very iow-spirited, indeed, and it took several hours reading and bright chatter to bring the smiles to her wrin kied lace In the afternoon Estelle took her for ride along the country roads and stopped every little while to gather wild flowers When they arrived home they carried great armloads of fragrant blossoms. with which Estelle began to decorate the rooms. As she watched the process Aunt Lou's face lighted up and she began assisting, winding wreath for the sttinsru0m window. rrh re minds mp of the old days she said, her eyes lighting with memories of the long ago, when l WAS young like you. dear child. We used to give parties and deco rate the rooms with wild flowers for the occasions. last as we are doing now Oh, that was long. long ago
 Yes, Auntie. dear said Estele, ar ranging | vase of daisies for the supper table. ",ind It must be delightful to re- c:dl so many years of pleasure. Why, it's delightful to grow old if for nothing else than to fll one's n.nd with sweet retollections I'd love to near you tell of your girlhood days auntie.'
 '.Ah. dear child, I had never thought of 1t in that lfas' before. Really. 1 have Il mind store.i with very sweet memo ries: hut Eve been In the habit of thlnk- ing of tho wrong sde of it during all these years. never thought to enjoy my recollections: only grieved to thlnk was growing; old, and that the pleas ures of lii. lay in the past
 No not in the past. Auatie, dear,' pre- tested Estclc. ''.iust thInk of all that you have seen and enjoyed; of The good you have done for those now passed be- yond; of the good you can still do for the living Who are less fortunate than yourself Why, Auntie, you're rich in happy opportunities. You are not old except n experience. ABd that makes you worth while you see. Now, I live only in the future. for my present con sists in preparation for that time. You have the glorious past. the splendid and ripe present and the promise of richer future, for you are able to plan 1t to your own liking.'
 You are d little philosopher, my child," said Aunt Lou, enthusiastically, putting down the blossoms to embrace