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fIT DOES GROWN PEOPLE A HEAP OF GOOD TO SEE
j THEER FOLKS ONCE IN A WHILE
How Peter Simpson Found This to Be True.
.' "The Simpson reunion is next
"Thursday," said Peter Simpson
to his wife, who had never made
friends among his relatives. "I'd
like to go."
"Maybe it would take your
mind off that horrid money," she
'Tin afraid I shall have to go
, "Surely you can borrow "
i "I can't. Money is scarce.
', "For one day forget your wor
ries," coaxed Alice.
. So on Thursday the little fam
ily of four drew up at Uncle Silas'
"Sary, here's Peter's folks!"
called Uncle Silas patting Peter,
jr., on the back.
"I didn't s'pose you'd come,"
'SaidAunt Sarah shaking Alice's
- "This is our daughter, Eleanor,
Got a wart on her cheek, ain't
She? Her great aunt Mary Ann
had a "
-"That's a spot in her veil."
"Land o' Goshen, so it is ! Come
in and take off your things. I'll
roll up the curtain. The Simson
ses is the greatest hands to
"Oh!" cried Eleanor as she
caught sight of her distorted re
flection in the little mirror.
"Go right into the parlor," said
Aunt Sarah. "There's 'stere-
optic' views in the drawe'r. I'm
going to buy the 'sterccope'
next. Now I must go."
An air castle made of raveled
and twisted rags strung with sil
ver "beads hung from the ceiling.
It boasted two first-prize tickets
from the county fair. .
A girl entered the parlor. "I
am Grace! Grandma said come
show you the, album. That is
Lincoln," she said dutifully.
"Guess who that is?" It was the
picture of a small boy, his thumb
tucked lovingly in his mouth.
"Cousin Peter!" cried" Grace
"My, ain't it hot!" came a
voice. Then came a woman who
wobbled and babbled.
This is Peter's wife, Cousin
Jane," said Grace.
"Well, I've always hoped we'd
see you before we died ! Land o'
Goshen, Gracie, you grow taller
A dear old woman followed.
"Oh, Aunt Cynthy, this is Peter's
"Now wasn't it nice of Peter's
wife to come," said Aunt Cynthia
The cousins gathered rapidly.
They came in vehicles topped and
untopped, spruce and rickety.
"I am Marcie Hunt," exclaim
ed a prim spinster bearing down
upon Alice. "I want to show yon