The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1920-08-05

planned aud Ms RarFs her Table
mate often reminded her u bow
thankful ihcy al should fee - - ~
eihe place where I'rovldencr bad seen
e. 10 piaee them Mis- naErs srent
many miserable hours 10 being thank
fnliS resigned
when spring came lane spent lons
hours gazing in the direction where
sixteen miles AWAY. she knew her BE-
iove,l home Was n imagination she
saw the buds swelling On ihe maple
shove the roof ssN tie lilac bushes
turn from brown 70 green; saw the
tuflps md dafodlls pushing their TINY
heads aui Of the brown earth hy the
Kitchen door She was fortunate -
have food and clothes. snd roof over
her head hut these things alone never
made home
Then came the event 20 great an
event that # shock the home to ii~
very foundations The great Limousine
rolled maiesscally M the modest
drive and. coming &C. stop before the
front door. disgorged biz man With
flaming red hair showing from heneaih
his glossy silk hat. and with merry .
Irish blue ewes. and under whose tread
the steps fairly tremhled lie asked
in n booming voice for Mrs Jane Jud
son. and Jane. hig eyed ard wonder
ing and little tremhly came.
Don't ven know mefr The big man
boomed. "Timmie nuanne. the little
red headed devil fMrs, Bores, listening
behind the door, rasped) who lived on
the poor farm, and You helped out Or
many scrapel The hoy who never
knew home nor father or mother, only
what YOU gave him. run away and
I've lived In wild times and Wild
places. hut the memory Of Won kent
me clean and decent struck Il rich
In oIl-and come back 20 let YOU
know the black sheen hga grown some
white wool. and | find Won here"
"Tlmmie Dnannc" the old woman
cried. She tottered and he caught her
in his arms. kissing the silvery hair
as he swung her clear from the floor
In his strong arms
'Timmle Duanne himself" he cried
Il came hack week ago. and I've
bought the old place hack and It's
ready and waltln for We. Even the
old eat Is there Nobody could catch
him. He's thin hut alive. Got down
10 his ninth life. ! guess hut Ven feed
him IN There's salmon and cream IN
the lar,ler FOR him. Hurry. get yonr
belongings. Mother lane. and wen 20
homes When I come home for nv
vaeitlon every year. you've got 10
mo IN somewhere. for sure we
belong together"
II was like n dream riding along IN
he swiftly purrlng car with one fra
eile hand held close m The big fist ~
Jimmie Duanne. aud when ~ last the
lld gray house came IN sight II was
through mist Of happy tears that
she saw H. II WAS quite unchanged,
rs she wished II, only fresh and sweet
from recent scrubbing.
Jane sat before the open tlre--for
here was chill Ia the air-in the old
.ockIng chair with liz patchwork cover,
hat She had made herself, and the
.at. thin bur contenied, purred on her T,
an. Jimmie came IN softly and knelt
beside her chair.
"This IS the happlest day Of my
Ifer he said and his big voice was
oft and tender. Mother Jane
cached ont her hand aud let II fall
.ently on his head.
Heaven can hold little better for
ne." she said happily. Then with
obblng little laugh i've heard often
II the fairy eodmoiher, hut. Jimmie
)uanne. you're the first fairy godson
we ever heard Of"