Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 79, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 April 1910 — Untitled [ARTICLE]

live* with, her grandson, Wilbur; apt I’m swre your Uncle James bad nothing to leave her but that little house and lot. Wilbur earns something, but it can t be tpuch. One reason I’m determined to'go is to see with my own eyes just bbw she’s situated. And, no, I don’t want that wrapper.’ 1 A long-hoped-for railroad had never come to the* village where the aged sister lived; so it.was at the end of a jolting stage ride that Mrs. Shannon “saw with her own eyes.” A neat brick sidewalk, dividing a tiny green lawn, was the first thing she noticed; then a vine-shaded porch, barely large enough to hold two small rockers, and standing there, wtth arms outstretched, a little splrlt-like figure, snow-haired and shining faced. “Oh, my dear, I am so happy!” cried Sister Hannah. “After all these years, you’re in my home!” That was the _. “I’ve a nice little guest room all ready for you,” the happy voice went on, as the sisters, in single file, climbed a narrow, snclosed'ktalrway to a, mite of a room, with low, slanting celling. “Look out of the window, Barbara. Those great locust trees have grown from seed James planted when we first came here. Do you wonder I love this place? I wouldn’t change it for a castle! Wilbur laid that brick sidewalk all alone, and built my little porch, too. He’s the dearest boy! “When you’re ready we’ll go down. Such a pretty dress, Barbara! I’m glad I can see enough to enjoy it. Yes, this left eye has failed me, but the other one is nearly as good as. ever. I shall be so thankful if I can Just keep what eyesight I have as long as I stay.” It was a wonderful visit. At its dose, Mrs. Shannon put both hands on her sister’s shoulders and looked into her eyes. Both knew that it was probably their last good-bye in life?” “You won’t ciy after I’m gone?” The little white-hairett woman smiled like an angel. “Cry!’' she echoed. ‘Tm too happy to think I’ve seen you again.” , A few days later, in her own large bedroom, Mrs. Shannon put on the lace-trimmed wrapper. “I wish I’d tdken this with me,” she said to her daughter. “Your Aunt Hannah would have liked to see It.’' “You really found her much better off than, you ieared, didn’t you, mother?” A curious expression crossed Mrs. Shannon’s face. She was thinking of a little box of a house, bare of all but actual necessities. Then she remembered the shining peace on her sister’s face. “Yes,” she .answered. “Oh, yes—much better off.”—Youth’s Companion.