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Taking It For Granted.

TAKING IT FOR GRANTED .

13 V FEANCES LEE . With marks of a rough , stormy life all over him , a man of about fifty years , gray and sunburnt , sat in my office . I found him there Avhen I Avont in one morning not

long ago . "Here is somebod y Avaiting for you , Ehvoll , " said Mr . BigeloAV . I looked around , and the man rose and held out his hand . "Averill—my name is Averill" said he

, , looking sharply at me out of a pair of shrewd gray eyes . " I am an old friend of your mother ; but I have not met her for a matter of five-and-tAvent y years . So I thought I'd call and ask after her and her family . "

" I am glad to see you , " said I . " Are you a relative of my mother i " "No , " replied Mr . Averill . "We Avere of the same name , but not connectedunless it may be very distantly . I used to knoAV her and her folks , though , as Avell as I did my OAVII sisters , and better , too . Let ' s see—Avhere is your Aunt Augusta now V

"She is living with her children in Portland , " said I . " Pretty Avell , is she , do you knoAv i " asked Mr . Averill . " Very Avell Avhen Ave heard last . Aunt Augusta has good children and a pleasant

home , and seoinw quite happy . " " Um-m-m-m ! That is nice , " said Mr . Averill , fumbling at a rough nugget of gold that hung as a charm from his Avatch-cbain . I hadn't much to do that day , so I talked off and on Avith my visitor till it

Avas time to go home , and then took him along Avith me . I left him in the sittingroom and Avent to find mother . She Avas mixing biscuits for supper , looking through her glasses , and singing a snatch of some old , half-forgof ' en love-ditty of her youth .

"Mother ? " said I , breaking hi upon her song . " Come in the other room . An old friend of yours Avants to see you . " Mother looked up over her glasses . "An old friend ? Tisn ' t any of the Maine folks , is it ? " she asked . Because , if it Avas so much as a dog that had . trotted across a corner of the State of

Maine , on his four legs , mother Avoidd have run , Avith her arms out and a smile of Avelcome , Ayithout stopping to even Avash the dough off her hands . As it Avas , Avith only an indefinite thought of seeing " an old friend , " she Avent , Avith a dust of flour on

her nose , and Avithout her company cap . As soon as she had stopped inside the sitting-room door , she stood and looked at her guest , and he stood and looked at her . " It is Sam , as true as you are born !" she saidat last .

, Then they both laughed , and then they both Aviped their eyes , though they didn't seem like that sort of people , especially Mr . Averill .

I never kneAV my mother to forget her housekeeping before , but this time she let the biscuit burn till they were as black as my shoe ; and Avhen she mixed some more she put in sugar instead of salt , and left out the saleratus altogether . But her cheeks greAv pink , and her cap strings flew , and she nor her guest seemed to knoAV the difference .

" Oh , honey ! " cried my mother , hopping up from the tea-table as soon as she AA'as seated . " You haven't lost your SAveet tooth , have you , Sam ?" "HOAV you do remember ? " returned Sam , admiringly . " I should think I ought to , " returned

my mother , with a girlish laugh . " The Avay you used to pick the walnuts to carry to the cross roads store and trade for molasses and make candy of ! Speaking of the cross-roads store , I Avonder if yon knoAV our old storekeeper ' s daughter , she that Avas Sarah Curly , has lost her husband r

" No , has she ? Strange I never heard of it , " replied Mr . Averill , appearing as astonished as though he had been hearing from his old neighbours every Aveek . " Yes , " said my mother . " She married one of old Si Seaver ' s boys , the oldest one ,

Jonathan , and he died sudden , —all at once ; Avell it must be something like half-a-dozen years ago , —and left his Avife and so many children—five children or else six , I don ' t know Avhich . " "You don't say ! " ejaculated Mr .

Averill , passing his honey plate for the third time . No , evidently he had not lost his SAveet tooth . After supper , mother Avashcd up the dishes and talked , and Mr . Averill smoked

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Untitled Article 1
Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 2
ANCIENT MASONIC LODGES, NO. IV. Article 3
THE OLD MASONIC POEM. Article 9
THE NEW MORALITY. Article 10
MONSIEUR LE BARON. Article 11
THE MAIDEN'S LAST FAREWELL. Article 14
CRICKETALIA. Article 15
THE CHEQUERED FLOOR-CLOTH. Article 16
Untitled Article 17
LIGHT FOR THE BLIND. Article 17
Untitled Ad 18
THE NIGHTINGALE. Article 21
TAKING IT FOR GRANTED. Article 22
DISPERSION OF LANGUAGE. Article 27
MOTHER KEMP ON READING MASONS. Article 28
AN ELEPHANT HUNT IN SIAM. Article 30
BETTER THINGS. Article 31
RIP VAN WINKLE LODGE, No. 1001. Article 31
THE SILVER LINING. Article 33
BRO. EMRA HOLMES ON CHARLES DICKENS. Article 34
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Taking It For Granted.

TAKING IT FOR GRANTED .

13 V FEANCES LEE . With marks of a rough , stormy life all over him , a man of about fifty years , gray and sunburnt , sat in my office . I found him there Avhen I Avont in one morning not

long ago . "Here is somebod y Avaiting for you , Ehvoll , " said Mr . BigeloAV . I looked around , and the man rose and held out his hand . "Averill—my name is Averill" said he

, , looking sharply at me out of a pair of shrewd gray eyes . " I am an old friend of your mother ; but I have not met her for a matter of five-and-tAvent y years . So I thought I'd call and ask after her and her family . "

" I am glad to see you , " said I . " Are you a relative of my mother i " "No , " replied Mr . Averill . "We Avere of the same name , but not connectedunless it may be very distantly . I used to knoAV her and her folks , though , as Avell as I did my OAVII sisters , and better , too . Let ' s see—Avhere is your Aunt Augusta now V

"She is living with her children in Portland , " said I . " Pretty Avell , is she , do you knoAv i " asked Mr . Averill . " Very Avell Avhen Ave heard last . Aunt Augusta has good children and a pleasant

home , and seoinw quite happy . " " Um-m-m-m ! That is nice , " said Mr . Averill , fumbling at a rough nugget of gold that hung as a charm from his Avatch-cbain . I hadn't much to do that day , so I talked off and on Avith my visitor till it

Avas time to go home , and then took him along Avith me . I left him in the sittingroom and Avent to find mother . She Avas mixing biscuits for supper , looking through her glasses , and singing a snatch of some old , half-forgof ' en love-ditty of her youth .

"Mother ? " said I , breaking hi upon her song . " Come in the other room . An old friend of yours Avants to see you . " Mother looked up over her glasses . "An old friend ? Tisn ' t any of the Maine folks , is it ? " she asked . Because , if it Avas so much as a dog that had . trotted across a corner of the State of

Maine , on his four legs , mother Avoidd have run , Avith her arms out and a smile of Avelcome , Ayithout stopping to even Avash the dough off her hands . As it Avas , Avith only an indefinite thought of seeing " an old friend , " she Avent , Avith a dust of flour on

her nose , and Avithout her company cap . As soon as she had stopped inside the sitting-room door , she stood and looked at her guest , and he stood and looked at her . " It is Sam , as true as you are born !" she saidat last .

, Then they both laughed , and then they both Aviped their eyes , though they didn't seem like that sort of people , especially Mr . Averill .

I never kneAV my mother to forget her housekeeping before , but this time she let the biscuit burn till they were as black as my shoe ; and Avhen she mixed some more she put in sugar instead of salt , and left out the saleratus altogether . But her cheeks greAv pink , and her cap strings flew , and she nor her guest seemed to knoAV the difference .

" Oh , honey ! " cried my mother , hopping up from the tea-table as soon as she AA'as seated . " You haven't lost your SAveet tooth , have you , Sam ?" "HOAV you do remember ? " returned Sam , admiringly . " I should think I ought to , " returned

my mother , with a girlish laugh . " The Avay you used to pick the walnuts to carry to the cross roads store and trade for molasses and make candy of ! Speaking of the cross-roads store , I Avonder if yon knoAV our old storekeeper ' s daughter , she that Avas Sarah Curly , has lost her husband r

" No , has she ? Strange I never heard of it , " replied Mr . Averill , appearing as astonished as though he had been hearing from his old neighbours every Aveek . " Yes , " said my mother . " She married one of old Si Seaver ' s boys , the oldest one ,

Jonathan , and he died sudden , —all at once ; Avell it must be something like half-a-dozen years ago , —and left his Avife and so many children—five children or else six , I don ' t know Avhich . " "You don't say ! " ejaculated Mr .

Averill , passing his honey plate for the third time . No , evidently he had not lost his SAveet tooth . After supper , mother Avashcd up the dishes and talked , and Mr . Averill smoked

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