Norwich bulletin., 1911-11-28

morning." said Aunt Jane. She was Edith's Aunt Jane and had come all she said, to visit this orphan niece who lived with her Grandmother Jones, who really needed her most and had the best right to her, in an old and dingy farm house way out in the beautiful, deep green country, where the trees, vines and shrubs. all beau tiful in themselves. only they needed care. crowded so closely to the small. murky window panes that the sun with all his prying ways had hard work to peep in, or to find out what might be going on.
 This was one reason for the kitchen being such a dark, gloomy room, and another cause of gloom for Edith was Grandpa Jones armchair, standing in one corner and above it, hanging from pegs in the wall, the clothing he used to wear before he died one day and went away to heaven, as we have no manner of doubt
 When Edith did not obey with alac rity, Grandma Jones would roll her eyes up toward those garments, Upon which the little girls pinched face would turn shade paier and she would make all the haste possible.
 Aunt Jane at first did not know what to make of these strange actions, but one day she happened to hear Grandma Jones say:
 If you don't step just as spry as you possibly can the sleeve of that
 
 neck cane and with it will take down that bell crowned hat and place it up on your head, and you will turn into little dried up old man and be obliged to hobble. hobble, hobble, all the days of your life"
 By this you will see that Grandma Jones was not a. sweet pleasant, kind old lady like your grandma and mine, but had lived by herself so long be- fore Edith came to her that she had grown fretfuI and complaining and had forgotten that if we do not make the most of our lives and enjoy them as they come along, one day at a time, we shall never enjoy them at all, and it can hardly be wondered st that poor, sad, forlorn little Ediths face was seldom frightened by smile
 Aunt Jane, being one of those bless ed people who always find the bright side to everything, Said now:
 Everything out of doors shines in the glorious sunshine this morning. and that saueeps nanging behind the steve is trying it's best out of pure some of the sunshine inside the house"
 why is it thankful?" asked Edith. catching at the whimsical idea So quickly that Aunt Jane went on:
 Because it is clean, and fresh and shining, and sees before itself a life of usefulness
 q hate that saucepan" snapped Grandma Jones. Edith broke my good, old, black, iron spider trying to pop corn in it one day, and I bought this long handled nuisance of a tin peddleT- Every time l touch it it rings as loud as 8 meetinf house bell, and I'm afraid the neighbors will hear it and mistrust I am going to fry pork"
 How strange" said Aunt Jane. 'T took a fancy to that saucepan the first thing; 1t shone out a welcome to me the first night I came. It shines and it rings I can fancy 1t to be sauce pan with a mission, and that it was expecting 70 accomplish great good when it left the shop and started out into the world, hanging by its long handle to the side of the tin peddler's s red cart. I can't help thinking how many goodies Edith and I shall cook in it for Thanksgiving.
 Edith's eyes began to grow bright with expectancy. although Grandma Jones interrupted:
 We never make Thanksgiving now adays. Whats the use? We hain't nothin' to be thankful for
 At that Aunt Jane only glanced snil ingly at the little girl, who kept on washing dishes. handling them very carefully, so as not to make a. noise that would drown a word that fell from the dainty little lady's rosy lips; so, happily, nonc of Grandma Jones' handsome old china got cracked that morning.
 ''The shining, cheerful saucepan rode on and on," continued Aunt Jane, and was admired at every place the good natured tin peddler stopped, until one day in a pretty neigllDorhood away out among the farms 1t was bought by an elderly lady" Even Grandma Jones looked interested. wondering if she was being referred to as a lady. An elderly lady repeated Aunt lane, who had not been very well and had lived alone until she was almost dis couraged, and had let the vines run over her windows until her nice kitch- en was almost as dark as a cellar. The moment she hung that saucepan upon 9 nail it shone so brightly that it brought promise of good cheer in to every nook and corner Of the room Presently 8 dish fell upon it from a shelf, but instead of complaining it rang out such a cheerful tune that the old fire tongs in the corner began to wonder if there was any way possible for them to shine like gold again, as they once had done, and the old dusty armchair seemed fairly to laugh at the beaming appearance of the visitor.
 An old coat and hat hanging upon the wall over the chair were so sur prised at the cheerfulness and glow in the room that they fell to the floor and gathered themselves into a bundle, rolled outside the gate, where a poor, old beggar man found them, and put ting them on, went his way laughing for thankfulness.
 The crook-necIed staff that had hung beside the old dusty garments for years, slipped out and begged across the field to cottage where liv- ed a woman suffering with rheumatz ism, who welcomed and adopted it with delight.
 The old. tall clock in the corner, in accord with the ha rfnony, ticket twice as loud as usual. and instead of say ing tick-tack. tiek-taek, as it ha.i been doing for many wears, it sang over and over .'Cheerfulress with cleanliness with thankfulness is great gain"
 Noon that the brown wing sticking behind the clock, that had once be- longed to q big cock turkey that, long ago, had been proud to figure as a Thankssiving roast, duttered it's feathers. saving:
 Several times in my long life have been used to dust the big BibIe, and am confident there is no such passage as that in the good book