Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1865-01-20

black as sut, and all Miss M0rrisons s
mornin-glories is blasted. Thankee, Miss
Martin, my feet is cold /; wun't you take
the rockin'-cheer yourself? Why Ra-
chel, child, what ails you all the neigh
bors arc talkin' bout how you've chang
ed"
Rachel colored,- and turned away.
81 am well cnsugh."
"I tell ye what, Miss Martini began
Mrs. TaJ lor, in mysterious whisper to
the old lady. "you just take double
han'ful O. green willer bark, and bile it
up well-or snakeroot tea amt bad-and
give her pint night and mornin'. It's
the most strengthening thing! But I've
come round to tell you what the Woman's
Committee have decided on"
"Ah, indeed !" said Mrs. Martin in.
quiringly.
1--WE all feel to be dreadful thankful
the harvest's been so good, and,-and
every things fetched up about right"
intoned the widow .and so we thought
it would be kind O. squarrin' up with a
inerciful Providence to send box or two
O. things out to them poor soldiers that's
6ghtin' like all possessed! It's only ac.
cordin' to Scriptur, you know. and it
would be kind O. nice little Thanksgiv-
ing gift, wouldn't it ?"
The widow dropped her eyelids sancti-
moniously, and went on.
"Miss Darby's kindly gin US bushel
o them sweet potaters they raised in the
pas,ur lot. They're little damaged, not
exactly fit for market, but there's no
doubt the soldiers II be glad to get 'em !;
and Miss Pcttibone has promised US lot
o. that are fermented peach sass. and De-
sire Wallis has made up sight O. book
marks, and Widow Smith has cooked a
peck O. dough-uuts, without no sweetin'.
Sugars SO high and taint likely the SOL
diers care for sweet stuff. As for me, |
reely don't like TO tell about my mite
but | hunted up a few O. poor Deacon
Taylor's old trowscrs and coats in the
garret-a little moth eaten and rather
tender, but have no doubt they'll be
welcome. Old Jones has Civ US half a
pound O. tea and pound O. candles, and
Mr.. Merriam contributes set O. law
books, that they tell me is dretful im-
provin' lcadin'. And the Committe cac-
lated you and Rachel would help u.s.
"Of course we will" assented Mrs.
Martin, recoving from the momentary be-
wildermsrt and amusement caused by the
Widow Taylor's valuable list of treasure;
Sand"
"Then l may as well be stirrin',"
calculated the widow jumping up; "for
I've got to see Miss DR.. Dawson and
Squire Ladd yet tonight. Good evenin'
t'yc-ard don't forgit the willer-bark
tea !"
Mrs. Martin and Rachel both burst out
laughing as the door closed.
Poor Mrs. Tay lori" said Mrs. Mar
tin.
"Mamma, how can she ?" demanded
Rachel, Indignantly. "Such box for
the soldiers! Why, it would be only an
asgravation"
"Never mind, Ray, dear" said her
mother soothingly; ''Iil make up lot
of real dough-nuts, and pack them around
the biggest pair Of turkeys father can
find, with box of little pumpkin pies !;
and you shall send barrel Of those
golden pippins from the old tree beyond
the brook-the tree Mark Douglas liked
so we'll. They're in the garret, in that
old green chest and be sure and put in
plenty Of straw to prevent their mellow
ing against each other
Rachel obeyed; and Mrs. Martin new
er had the least idea of the tears she she'd
with her trim little figure half into the
barrel, as she packed the great yellow ap.
Piles among the yelIower straw. 1t the
golden pippins could only have spoken,
what Thanksgiving story they might
have told to the Army Of the Potomac !!
Mr.. Martins broad face beamed with
satisfaction as he harnessed up old Dolly
to carry the box and barrel to Boston.
It's Just like you women folks to
keep thinking Of such things" he declar-
ed. "Now it never wouldn't ha' come
into my great wooden head-and just to
think how much better our Thanksgivin'
dinner'll taste for rememberin' tho poor
fellows that's fghtin' for. US. Gee up
Dolly"
And Mr.. Martin winked his misty eye
and cracked his whip simultaneously.
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