The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1857-06-04
"Why, Aunt Mary! How can YOU =,

How can 1! say it-provoEes me to see You
work anu slave as you do, and then pinch yourself
down to the smallest possible amount that you can do
with, to help Wilton. The men DONE know anything
about n woman 5 needs, or her self-denials, either
Il believe that is true, Aunt Mary; and I felt rs
if | were wrong in listening TO YOU, sweet wife, but
you always
"Now, Wilton-Aunt Mary, | forbid You uttering
one remonstrance, for in this thing l shall do as l
please. l shall not use that fifty dollars
"YOu'd better take the whole, Wilton" mutterei
Aunt Mary. 'sTen chances to one she doesn't give
half of that ten away. 1t would be just like her"
"She may do what she pleases. l am not afraid
to trust her. said the husband.
"In all probability | shall spend q part of 1t IN the
pleasure Of giving; l call that one Of my needs. L
have read somewhere, Wilton, that giving does not
impoverish:' and yet again, that there is that
scattereth, and yet increaseth.' Wilton, [ have
sometimes felt that we were too little in the habit OF
considering those poorer than ourselves. l fear we
have withheld more than was meet oftentimes.
and that it has tended TO poverty"
so, nonsense" muttered Aunt Mary, finglnG
herself out of the room.
say she will 90 straight and hunt out something of
her cast-off clothing to help me carry out my plans.
She has a kind heart, after all, when she finds her
fretting does no good"
But, Mary
Just then q knock was heard, and Mr.. Washburn
went out. Mrs. W. dropped her work, and laid her
head on the table with an anxious heart, which she
had not shown her husband. She was, in reality.
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for she felt that neither of them could work to any
purpose while the disheartening incubus lay upon
them.
'Mother,' said little Sarah Weaver, "dO you sup
pose everybody is really thankful when Thanksgiving
Day comes, whether they have everything they want
or not 20
"Ah, my darling you are thinking of your poor,
little, worn shoes, and your worn shawl We must
not forget that we have very much to thank our
Heavenly Father for, if our wants are not all supplied.
Providence is very, very good to US aud L hope We
shall be very far from unthankful to-day. II you
will bring some more chips, [ will make breakfast
ready soon, and we shall have some time to read be-
fore we go to church. I have got n pie and q piece
Of cheese for our dinner, so we will not mind If we do
have to eat potatoes Thanksgiving morning. Run
along, and I will call Nellie up.'
go, mother, how cold my fingers are. | wish L
could have some mittens this winter. | know | can't.
be sure, and it's no NATTER she added, rs she saw
q grieved look on her mothers face. "Do not mind.
mamma she said, 81 was only thinking how the
rest of the girls are all having their new winter things
ready for Thanksgiving. | can put my hands under
my shawl, so. Hark| heard n knock"
The door opened, and a boy entered, bringing a
basket, which he deposited on the floor, and then
going out, returned with a box, which was likewise
left en- the floor, without a word Of comment, Sarah
darted forward, and read upon a card nailed on the
cover of the basket.-'' For Sarah WedUer, from
her Sc~hOoImntes md their motherS-hopiRg she 1olH
haze q happy THdnkSgiring.'' The basket was first
uncovered, displaying three tempting looking pies.
These were soon transferred to the table; and next
were pulled out q paper of ralsins, a paper OF tgs' u
little box of nuts, o pound of coffee, and two papers
of sugar. Then "A brace of chickens, a large piece OF
squash, and a two pound lump of butter. BY this
time Nellie's bright face had made its appearance.
Her eyes opened wide as Sarah sprang towards ner,
exclaiming. go, Nellie do you know how to be
thankful? Now we can have a pie for breakfast, and
as nice a pudding for dinner as mamma can make,
and that is very nice indeed. And see, here ut this
corner is a nice loaf of cake. o, mamma! it is as
good IS wedding cake, | dare say, for 1t looks like 1t.
Mrs. Weaver's heart was full, but she rejoiced
more for the gladness thus brought to the hearts OF
her Young children, than because of n good dinner
in prospect, or of wants supplied. The basket rItied
of its contents, Sarah,s nervous hand feel upon the
box, but her mother had to open it, and Nellie utter
ed Il cry of delight as she dragged from the top Two
pretty blue hoods, on which q card lay, marked IN
large letters Sarah and Nellie, acith lore OF
Mary and Isabel ,fntbony.'' Next, Mrs. w. drew
out n pair of nice warm shoes, marked " Charles
Crispin." 90, that is Hannah Crispin's father
said Sarah. 'I sit near her, and she knew my shoes
were full of holes, for | saw her look mt them the other
day, and then look at me, and | wondered why, and
| could not help crying a little. Now, Nellie. you
can have mine, which are too small for me, you know.
What is that pretty plaid:" A dress but little worn,
which Nellie declared was just what she wanted.
The next pull brought one larger, and OF different
plaid, marked &C Sarah, from her deGr friend, Jane
BuT6Gn6," and some pieces of the same rolled out
from it. Next came a bundle of calico, marked
" Nellie, from LOdie .N6lSOn,'' and another piece
marked " Sarah, from .Northn,' then n pair Of
SOCKS, winch Nellie forthwith apprOpr1ated; and then
a nice flannel cloak, with no name, but which Sarah
knew must be from Mary Burbank. Then two pairs
of nicely knit mittenS-then some skeins of yarn and
then came a big package g For Mrs. WenUer, Uith
kind lore of Mary Warner.' ENROLLED, it proved
to be q pattern Of nice cashmere plaid. "That is
Jenny Washburn's queer Aunt Mary said Sarah.
6 Who would have thought such a thing from her ~
Underneath the dress was q few yards of flannel, and
a two dollar note fastened on it: at the bottom was
folded a nice, warm, woollen shawl, marked Mrs.
Nearer, Icitb kind regards Of Mrs. Humphreys,'
and a little basket filled with sugar-plums From
Lettie Humphreys emptied the box. When Sarah
took out the last things, she looked up to see hel
mother crying. She was crying, too, the next
moment, in her arms, and Nellie kneeIing by her
how wicked [ am 4 little while ago | felt as if
many things that we could not get-and now it seems
as if never can be thankful enough. can't tell it
[ have to crV it"
"Come Clare, Jenney, Aunt Mary-where are
you all? Here is mother, and here is Bessie-and
here is Glare. Come Do not make the TURKEY
wait ="
"They are coming, papa. They just ran over tc
Mrs. Weaver's to carry a few slices of roast, and some
of mamma's nice jelly. Here is Jenny, and 1 car
hear Aunt Mary"
eyes, here she comes grumbling,' said Mr.. W
"What is it now, sister? Anybody stepped on you,
or bitten you, or anything?"
"Why, Jenny was in such q fever that I had tc
run, almost, to keep pace with her-that was all, "
said Aunt Mary, biting her lips to keep down the
smile that wanted to come. Aunt Mary was decid-