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Show AARY GRAHAA -BONNER. COiiGI vlilUH ft Wil uriOM THE OLD ANDIRON For one hundred years the old andiron had never gone out of tha i i - 3r; ijl.s-; "The Man Was Realise it was Very Careful." tlie 0,le ''-v "'I'1''" (iramlma had nl-ways nl-ways sat. And anything near Grandma Grand-ma somehow grew nicer. If you stayed with Grandma any length of time you felt nicer. The flowers that grew under her bedroom i window were always the loveliest tlowers In the garden. The honeysuckle bush, and the roses; that she planted were more fragrant than any others. So it was with the old andiron. The andiron had been there before Grandma. She hail loved It when she was a child. Why she picked out this one particularly she didn't know. Perhaps because it always shone more brightly after a cleaning than the other. It liked to look handsome and dignified digni-fied and beautiful. Then Grandma, as she grew older, had sat on the side of the fire where this andiron was. Often she bad hung her mittens over it to warm before be-fore she went out. For one hundred years the old andiron andi-ron had never left its post. Tor one hundred years It had served the fire faithfully and weil. I'.ut now It had to be mended. It was going to be taken to the blacksmith black-smith shop to have a piece of iron fastened to its one-hundred year-old leg. Grandma told the man to be very careful when he carried it up the street. I "Kenicmbor," she caution -d the : man, "to carry ii with g:eat care, ' for the out:ilc wot hi will seem very Kt r.ll'e to the a: el. ion w hich has spent its whole life by the tire. "It will be a.-toiiMied by the excitement ex-citement of a street. It will be a little nervous. So be very careful." The man was very careful. The andir-'a went into the shop, carried I by :le man. The blacksmith shop and the lire looked natural, iu a way. to the andiron, and It was a relief after the, excitement of 'he street. After the andiron was mended It was brought back again. lis partner listened to the account of the street and of the shop. "You've had adventures," said It partner, as 'lie tire crackled. "You will have to tell me all about It at night when all Is quiet and when we're here by o.irr-.elves." And the old andiron promised that It would. Ah. yes. once more It was hue In Its place. Once more It was at home. "I'm happy to he home again." the andiron said that night after everyone every-one had gone to bnl ami ashes had been put over the fire so that no sparks would fly out. "Yes. I'm happy to be at home again. I'm not one for the outside vv orbl. "It was rohl going u p t h e IU reel, very, vei cold. I like the vv ii rm t It of my own fire. "I'm a homebody. home-body. I love my own MreMile Just as some people do. "The outside world may be very line. b u t give me I'lV ovv ;l hearth, w iib v on. dear panne', and l-'or one hundred hun-dred years it had been, together with its partner andiron, serving the fireplace and remaining stout and strong and beautiful. For the andirons andi-rons were both beautiful. This special one. somehow, some-how, had always been considered more beautiful. I'crhitps It was the lamily ami "I'm H.ippy to B the lire." Home." "I'm I hank fnl." said the andiron's partner, 'that you feel like this about jour own home lire" "There Is nothing like It," said the one hundred year old andiron, ami its bias's- face glowed in the il.v lug embers em-bers of I be lire. |