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them. One big window at the up to wipe them away. I must have further corner was just full of hya- cried out a little then for someone cinths; there were beautiful pic- sprang up and came around the tures on the wall, and a friendly fire bed, and it was Dr. John, and he kept winking and sparkling at me looked so glad; though I don't from the grate. And oh, the bed I think it was very nice in him, when was in; I never saw anything like he saw how I felt. He wiped my it; all soft and billowy white, with tears on his handkerchief, and it a pale blue canopy that I had taken smelled of medicine, and he said, for a bit of blue sky,—and then I so gently: "What makes you cry, began to remember. Little by little dear?” that I cried all the harder the past became clear to me: Mag- and whispered weakly that I gie had sent for her Doctor John wanted Jack—“my Jack.” the night I was ill; Dr. John the He looked thoughtful for a mopoor people's friend who could pray ment, hesitated, then put his big for the dying and comfort those hand over the lower part of his face, who were left to mourn; and this completely covering his horrid was his mother's room.
beard; and who do you think it Jacob Israel; persecution; my two was? Dr. John still, but it was Jack years in his father's store after too; older and more serious looking, Auntie's death had left me home- as though he too had had sorrow less.
and suffering. Caesar, I remembered now, had died five years before and Auntie said I "took on scandalous for a Two wee's later I went on my Christian.”
wedding tour; my travelling dress But if Jack was a delusion along was thin, soft and white, trimmed with Caesar, why, I just wished with dainty lace and tiny ribbon they had left me with Maggie to rosettes; and I travelled in Jack's die. The tears began to steal down arms from the bed to the corner my face, and try as I would, I window where the hyacinths were couldn't get my weak, shaky hand blooming.
Old Familiar Town
By Lillian Hinman SHUEY
How pleasant in the after years
To tread with quiet pace
Of childhood's time and place!
The old trees bending down,
In old familiar town.
For there are trees and views and skies
That somehow seem most kind;
The lonely heart strings bind.
Smile frankly as of yore,
Bids welcome as before.
Around the corner, down the street,
Or on the common's grass
To greet you as they pass;
Real loves or judgment's frown When coming in the passing years
To old familiar town.
The thought that broods, the dread that waits,
We cannot thrust away,
And struggle still to-day.
We still crave fortune's crown
In old familiar town.
The whistles, bells, the jangling sounds
Salute accustomed ears,
Awake sweet, sudden tears.
You pray for fair renown
Of old familiar town.
F the many “institutions” for befitting some great national event, which New England stands and to a report of which the Phila
sponsor, “Old-Home Week" delphia newspapers de oted whole. is one of the most notable. Invented pages, with illustratior s. in its present form by a clever New
New England Hampshire governor only seven or movements that are treated with ineight years ago, it has taken deep difference, not to say levity, by root in at least two of the New Eng- those who live outside of this intelland states, has been adopted in a lectual section ; but Old-Home Week tentative way by the other four, and is so palpably a good thing or the. has been successfully tried in Ohio, face of it that the rest of the counIndiana, Pennsylvania, Nova Scotia, try has been compelled to look upon New Brunswick, Prince Edward it with favor. You never can tell Island and Newfoundland and sev- what is going to be the ultimate eral other Yankee commonwealths fate of a semi-sentimental moveand Canadian provinces.
ment of this kind, but even if OldPerhaps the most remarkable Home Week falls into desuetude by thing about it is that some of these next year, it will have accomplished outside observances of the reunion an amount of good that will make have been among the most elaborate its existence well worth the while. of the lot. A case in point was the The chances are that it will not be Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, Old- spoken of in the past tense next Home Week celebration in 1905, year or the year after, but that the which was carried out on
idea of holding a periodical reunion
of those who are living in New Eng- friends from distant points has been land towns to-day and those who fully shared by those who have been have been away from the old home, entertained. perhaps in the far west or south, or In the March issue of the New a number of years, will remain a England Magazine there permanent feature of our life.
simply-told tale describing the trip Speaking from a very intimate by ox team across the continent to a knowledge of the Old-Home Week new home in the foothills of Colomovement, particularly as applied rado of a family from Massachuto Massachusetts, I can testify that setts, forty years ago. Think what it has done great good in a practical it would mean to the older members as well as a sentimental way to the of that family, if they survived, and
, people of the old Bay State. That even to the younger ones, if they the residents of New Hampshire could come back to their old home have benefited in an even larger de- in the east in a fast-flying train oi gree ought to be evident to all who Pullman cars and find their townskeep track of the tendencies of the men waiting to receive them with times. It is a movenment which has open arms and brass bands, decoragenuine reciprocity for its basis, too, tions, street parades, public meetand the good that has come to the ings and banquets. There would be people of New England in enter- a note of sadness in it all, perhaps, taining their relatives and old-time for the changes in the place would
be marked and the vacant chairs 'chusetts, one of the pioneers in the many; but the joy of friendly re- reunion movement, I met last sumunion would be the dominant key- mer a lady who had not visited her note, after all, and the visitors from old home for forty years, although the far west would go back again living just over the state line in feeling that the old home ties had Vermont; and probably she would never been really sundered.
never have come back had it not It was
a mournful visit for the been for the Old-Home Week inviold man who came back to his na- tation. tive town on Cape Cod during the In a New Hampshire city, three Old-Home Week reunion a couple or four years ago, a family of five of years ago, after an absence in brothers, who by some strange California of fifty years, and found chance had never met together bethat not a single one of his boyhood fore, had a joyful reunion through friends was left there; but even he the agency of Old-Home Week. If got some joy out of his long journey the history of all the individual oband went back feeling the better for servances that have taken place the pilgrimage.
could be written, it would doubtless Nor have these re-visitations been reveal many incidents well nigh as confined entirely to those who have strange. moved away to a distance. In the To a practical people like our pretty town of Lunenburg, Massa- own, however, a movement of any