Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1861-11-28
JAMES HARPER, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.

uttered 4 wouldn't hs' thought it o
you. Becky and then be .reJeated
Iron the presence of the cold woman
of the world. aE'e
/ There was something very much
like a tear in the old countrymsn's eyt
as he went slowly down the street
imeditatiRg on his late reception.
4 Nobody could have made me be.
iIieve it, that Becky Jones could be SC
changed. Guess she's forgotten how
many times her folks borrowed morey
I from my old father. Well. lis kind o
thafd5 for a lonesome old feller that
halnf got chick nor child, to be treated
so by his relations-and On Thanks
giving Day, too. But I'll go and see
Ellen; maybe she'll behave far differ
ent Toward me. Somehow, / can't 90
back to my lon,ly home without one
kindsword.'
The bright, little wood fire was bla-
zing and cracking on the hearth in
Mrs. Arnott's humble dwelling, and
the shining damask table cloth was al
ready placed for the festival dinner. at
an hour when Mrs. Harrington had
just languished through her breakfast.
1t was a sunny little home. with its
bright window glass, and few plants
in the sunshine, and thez canary bird
twiltering among the folds Of the Tur-
key.red- curtains. and Mrs. Arnott in
the rocking chair by the, fire. looked
every inch the lady. even though she
wore shilling delaine Hith collar of
plain unadorned linen. As for Mary.
standing by the window just where the
noon light quivered like golden dia-
dem, around her lovely chestnut.hair-
no words can describe her soft bloom
or ihe dewy lustre Of her blue eyes.
One might almost forgive the mother
for the wish that hultered across her
heart at that instant. that they were
just little richer, so that Mary's beau
ty might sparkle in proper setting.
There was knock at the door, and
Mrs Arnott rose to open it.
J why, cousin ,Jabez. who could have
imagined iL!'e Il !
Come to spend Thanksgiving with
you!' said the old man, giving Mrs.
Arnott's slender palm a huge squeeze
in his brown paw. -
'Andyou're as welcome as flowers in
Msyr cried she aEectionately. Come
in. Cousin Jabez, and let me take your
coat. Now. don't resist; you're going
to stay with us month at least. l
have not seen you for so long. Mary,
my love-. that is your cousin from Yer
mont; YOU have often heard me speak 1
Of his Kindness to me when a child
Mary put her coral lips to kiss Uncle
Jahez, and repeated the mothers cor
dial welcome.
John will be here in few minutes
said Mrs. Arnott, when she had estab |
lished her guest in the rocking-chair
before the CHEEKY blaze: 'be will be so
glad 10 see you. Do sit nearer the fire,
Cousin Jabez; there-that's right
Why it seems like my childhood over
again to see you in our little Thanks
giving circle7 !
You're the same warm hearted gal
as ever, Ellen said the old man, put
ing his hand carelessly on the fair
head, where a few silver hairs were al
ready beginning to gleam among the
brown tresses.
How his heart expanded in the gen.
al influence of that bright little home
happy, in spite Of its too evident pow
srty.. How joyous it seemed beside the
rigid splendors of Mrs. N. Howard
mansion.
And when they all sat in the Grim
'on glow of the red embers, at twilight
over the past and present,
Cousin Jabez unfolded all his kindly.
,lans.
Il am alone in the world he said,
and / want some one TO cheer up the
I'D mans solitary hours. l am rich
md have enough for US ALL Come to
Yarmouth, all Of you. and live with
me-. The country air will strengthen
Tou up, John. Ellen shall see the
place where she was gal, and little
Mary shall be my heir. What dye
'ayP We w 'a5
What did they say? The warm
lush 10 Mr.. Arnott's thin cheek re- p
'ponded instantly, and EllenogratefuIIy
,lasprd the old mans hand. while litlle
Mary whispered under her breath: /
0'The couniry--the country poor papa!
D. Cousin Jabez, We shall be SO hap
~. es
Six months afterwards, red flag
waved over the Harrington mansion.
v. Howard had failed, and with his
wife had retired TO the friendly shades
'fa downtown tenement house; Miss
3eofgy having taken an opportunity
O lelope vith her music.master. 1t
vas dreary sight, that scantily fur
Iishedrapartment, with the meagre fire
n The CRATE and the broad light of day
Iaringfl in ahrough soiled and un-
urtained windows. Mrs. Harrington
at t1by the hearth. in dirty silk wrap-!,
,er. popdering on the ell luck. !" when
he door opened, and in staggered M
Howard, Somewhat the worse for liq-i
lors MRS Harrington had to thank
ler s"aristOcTatic dinner parties" for
his proclivig Of her husband.) sf4s II
aSHere's news" he grumbled. "Old
abe Higgins is dead, and has left
oriy thousand dollars to Jack Arnott's II