The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1908-08-21

Will CUuWSDS III q Tar corner OF the
attic-this queenly woman in her
shimmering gowns? Why, little
pink-sprigged calico frock, one of the
first short clothes of babyhood, was
in the brass-nailed trunk near the
cradle. Could she ever have worn
that? Odd how ones mind hanks
back SO far. It just happened they
had not found time to come back be-
fore-Abram knew why-of course
he knew, though they had ever avoid
ed that subject. Each had dwelt upon
1t silently, but each had understood.
And that other one, whose fame was
worldwide as settlement worker:
her keen eyes had bewildered the
small person she called mother--and
old folks grow queer with years,
though she remembered well two
little lads in brown jeans going down
the sunny road to the schoolhouse in
the valley, remembered so we'll that
those handsome men under the apple
tree seemed really strange and one
OF them was quite gray about the
temples. He had wandered in every
country on the globe, and it had
taken years; but his writings were
wonderful, so she was told. The
other-Wall street knew him we'll.
Forgotten? Oh, no. there was a
room upstairs filled with remem-
brances sent to the old folks by these
busy workings.
MY! my!s she said, letting the
fringe of the Counterpart slip through
her fingers, I'VE did try that marble
figure, Clytie by name-if / rightly
remember--that came all the way
from Italy, in every room in the
house, but Abram allowed nothing
fitted to it,
Some one walked across the floor
in the room overhead. shes tall"
fretted the little mother, and used
to grand, high rooms. l hope she
doesn't forget how the ceilings slope
-Abram liked the paper on the girls
room always said the roses climb
ing round was SO cheerful. Well, he
understands, l guess. ("
Martha Gray unfolded primly-
creased handkerchief and flecked a
bit of down from pillow. "Abram
mebbe thought l never knowed, but
did-we was both just pretending;
we both knowed He told it when
he was fighty-just his rambling and
the clock a-ticking and me a-list'n-
ing-I can hear him yet. oh, if
they'd just come home-just come
observation-disclosures
With the coming of darkness, a
chill crept into the old farmhouse;
the watchers" we're glad of blaze
upon the hearth and talked quietly
beside the fire, speaking often of the
man who had been neighbor for over
seventy years.
"Odd, amt it now, how relatives
get home for funerals?"
Nigh onto ten years since the last
one was here, but then they lived
quite piece off"
Ever notice how Abram always
set to one end of the church pew and
Marthy to the other, just as if a row
of little heads was .between?"
The clock was telling its longest
story when Martha Gray tiptoed soft
" across the entry and into the fore
room, shading a candle with her
hand. She walked to the corner
where her husband lay in his wedding
suit-that suit so carefully kept
through all the years from moth and
dust. An aloofness, the majesty Of
a great calm, had settled upon his
one-time genial countenance.
"Abram!" she whispered, II guess
you'll understand, now that your face
is Shining above the stars far from
the shadow of the world The chill
dren are all at home-I don't seem
to know them so very well-but
they're here, Abrafn, all at home. The
children-have- -come-home."
From The Delineator.