The log cabin Democrat., 1922-01-30
AUNTIE'S ROMANCE
By LYNDA w. ROLES.


 to look upon, but containing the glad ness and sorrow, disappointments and surprises which so often make the turning point in the lives of it's many slaves.
 None of the many elements of the seasons is too fearsome to struggle with on our road to the village post office, wherefrom the unrelenting hand of fate, reaches forth and lays it's mark upon all who wait upon it.
 In a small town general store and post office l stood one day watching the strange mixture of human emo tions depicted upon the face of the village people as they gathered to await Fate's shuffling of the cards How quickly can the eagerness bs wiped from a face by that unfeelins, Nothing tonight Mrs S'
 little old woman in rusty black timidly approached the window, her tremulous, Did my letter come to- night Mr MorseT" revealing the anxiety of her mind.
 
 the result of his search through a pile of letters and when at last one was handed to her I experienced a sense of satisfaction in fates kindness to this tiny bit of humanity
 With a smile of gratitude she clasped the precious bit of paper close to her old black shawl and hurried through the door,
 "There, l do declare. Aunt Lizzy has got her letter." exclaimed someone be- hind me, and, turning, I recognized the speaker from whom very easily drew a pathetic little story.
 It seemed that the letter was from "Faithy.' a niece whom the old lady had mothered from babyhood-a trust which had demanded many sacrifices, but in return had brought a great deal of happiness to the lonely old woman. Then, through d strange twist of fate, again maSquerading ill the old canvis mail bag, t'aithy had gone to the far West to meet and marry the man with whom she had become ac- 4udlblch liii iht eAtndlSt Ol II few letters while he was in service in France.
 They had been married now almost year. year full of happiness and complete contentment, but very few luXuries, and oftimes, l gathered, not enough neceSsaries.
 As each letter was received the little old lady would breathe in the atmo- sphere of young love and unshattered ideals, her old cheeks flushing and girls praises of the man who had come to fulfill all the hopes and dreams of her girlhood
 And so the little old lady with the youthful eyes lived her second hand" romance.
 Two weeks later as I was waiting for my train to be bulletined in the ter minal of one of our large Eastern rail roads, 1 felt light touch on my arm. Looking down, l gazed into the uplift- ed face of the youthful old lady of the post office episode
 Will you tell me-" she asked in a confidential tone, if that train goes to Chicagoi"
 That's the train, sure enough" l answered, pointing to the track.
 Il suppose you are on your way to see Faithy?" questioned with a smile, for l know she did not recognize me and had no reason to believe that l knew anything of her affairs. But my little joke was lost. Aunt Lizzy seemed to take il for granted that the reaiza- tion of her dreams should be an estab- lished fact.
 Yes, l am on my way now. She really needs me. It's not just that she wants to take care of me. Up to now she had only her husband to look after. But a baby is a different thing. There's q knack to raising them.'
 Tt will be a lucky baby to have you to care for it." 1 answered, as found her chair in the car she was to ride in. Now l will see you again before the train leaves, but have an errand to do now.'
 Land sakes, you don't dare to go away now, do you, with the train all here? l wouldn't leave this seat for anything she said, with happy laugh.
 With the aid of taxicab l made a dash for the nearest department store and there l turned my case over to a floor walker, telling him l wanted an outfit for a very young man. On be ing questioned more fully l admitted that measurements hadn't been deliv cred yet, but l wanted everything that couldn't be bought in q small west ern town for baby.
 I reached the station with ten min utes to spare, found my little lady anC dropped the package in her lap, whis pering For him."
 About dinner time I decided to strOl back to her car and see what Aunt I ta do nhn