The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1921-06-03
AUNT WIN



To take YOU up; dishes not washed
nothing done. But come aloug And
the frail little lady suited the action
10 her words and lifted the sturdy
maltese into her lap.
81 am just rs blue as milestone.
Tom" she said and | Ought not 20
be, for that was a. good Serlnan a
l ever heard preached Just boiled
down common sense. and there ought
not TO be any dregS left TO worry my
soul. You can't say anything. can you.
Tom. but you're purring like music
box"
A sudden knock sounded at the
door. was followed by girls voice.
ITS only Molly. Aunt Win" Then
when the frail little lady drew the
bolt. the young voice exclaimed:
why, 1 never knew you to bolt the
door at this time of day. Are you
sick?"
Molly rushed across the threshold.
gave Aunt Win a hearty hug. then
looking at the table in the living room.
with its barely touched food. said
You must be sick for you have not
eaten a mite for dinner"
''Sit down, child" Aunt Win an
swered quietly, II was just talking
with Tom and wondering what the
matter was with me-"
THAT was a tip-top sermon. wasn't
it. Aunt Win? 1t just made me sit up
and take notice, but you didn't need 10
take it TO heart" Molly said, patting
her listeners cheek.
Dear child, that's just IT. or
course" Aunt Win explained. when 1t
comes To making loaf Of cake or
knitting, to help my church l do my
mite, but" pause emphasized by
the solemn ticking of the tall clock.
and then, but, Molly, when it's a case
Of dollars and cents | haven't any 10
give and yet I love my church and
what ii stands for as dearly aS any
one in this place Why shouldn't |?
1t has helped me when everything was
swept from me. and isn't that u test?
l have found my faith fit to live by
and expect 10 die by ii when my call
comes"
perhaps this dreary dark day has
upset YOU" suggested the girl "but
you aren't ever blue Let's pile on the
wood. Oh. these beauty andironS, You
polished them yesterday. | know"
sudden CLEAN fitted across the
shining tops and seemed to bring an
Illuminating thought to Aunt Wini
fred. She chOked back a sigh and half
sob. then sank into the nearest chair
while Molly put on fresh logs. In
trembling voice the little lady said:
"These are very precious andirons.
they are more than 100 years old and
were given. To NY greatgrandmother
in payment for teaching Maria Hus-
sey's children M Cent school.
"Cent school?" repeated Molly in
surprise What on earth was a Cent
school?"
THAT was long before your genera
ton, dear when little children were
taught the three Rs by dear old ladies
and carried their cents in corners of
their handkerchiefs to pay. | set my
eyes by these andirons." She muir
INJURED as if alone in the room, "Can |
do 1t? Can l make up my mind to do
lit?
Molly glanced up suddenly at Aunt
Winifred. Was she just right in her
mind? she wondered.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not out of my
head, child, but these andirons have
preached me a sermon. too. Do you
know Mrs. James has been wild to
buy them, and row I've made up my
mind I'll sell them for S15-wOuld you,
say?"
"Fifteen?-nOthing of the kind.
Why" exclaimed Molly, you're not a
bit of trader. They are worth $50.
But, oh. dear. how can you part with
them? What will you do without
them? How Keep warm?"
"Have a fire in the air-tight and
forget them. Fifty, do you say? Then,"
Aunt Win added breathlessly, I'll give
$50 TO my church and $50 10 the Red
Cross in memory of our Will, dear,
dear boy"
Then fell the first tears as Aunt
Wins thoughts sped across the seas
to lonely grave in the Argonne.
81 just hate, dear Aunt Win. TO have
you give them up" murmured Molly
once more.
"Sh-not word! I'll just go to
work and rid up these dishes"
"Yes," interrupted Molly. land il
you really mean ii I'll have John take
them over TO Mrs. James this after
noon or tomorrow"
mo. no. the quicker the better,"
Aunt Winifred hustled around so brisk
ly that Molly felt the spirit of the
hour and said:
I'll slip away now, before John goes
for the afternoon"
She appreciated the situation, and
by 4 o'clock the andirOns of blessed
memories no longer shone on the
hearth, but in Aunt Wins hand at the
close of the day Law check for $50,
and wiping away the unbidden tears
she murmured:
More precious than my andirOns Is
my Faith. and all that 1T has meant