Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1870-12-03

down on the tops OF he eastern hills, and the
streak grew broad and the hills grew blue, and
the stars jus. waited to bid the world good mor-
ming, and retire, and then the sun came up, and
shOne on a great column Of purple smoke from
Farmer Blytass chimney INN And ne glanced into to
light upon the painted floor. and showed such q
CHEEKY sight The door into the pantry stood
open. The children will want to go with me
there-but stOp-some one else wants to 60 with
rs. Hank, then! Do you hear that rush on the
stairs, and such q merry laugh In the hale And
good Mrs Blythe smtles at her husband. and
says, Father do listen to those children"
Then the door is burst open. and little red
bird, in new, scarlet feathers, hops in. This is
Hope, in her new flannel dress. with the white
ruffie At the neck, and the red velvet at the
wrists. And here's q blue jay, likewise in new
feathers, and that is Barney, and his cheeks are
as red as his sisters dress, and her eyes are as
blue as his coat. Il will tell you here, in conf
yesterday, and 1t has-how many pockets do you
thiuk? U you'll never guess. Blue eyes.
grown,eyes Or BIsek :, Hold up your fin
Merry Thanksgiving, papa, mamma grand
mother" cried Harvey.
And now We can ali 60 to the pantry. Fairy
cause. you see, everybody Is so merry. What a
long, high. broad pantry it is. to be sure,
20, my" "eioody! Gooiy!''
IL was Harvey who spoke first, and Hope next
jumping up and down on the toes of her bronze
boots, and clapping her pink, dimpled hands.
D goody! goody. Andt that makes me think
things for her ma, mice
mother something"
Here was the good little fAiry,s influence, you
children, let us loOK here. See these shelves
How solid they must be not to break down un-
Der such . load Of goodies. Brown bread, and
white bread, and rye bread, pies, mince, apple,
squash. custard, pumpkin, peach, cherry. and
lemon. Here are cakes frosted, and cakes not
frosted. jelly cake that makes your mouth water
crnllers, and doughnuts,-a whole half bushel
or them, which the dear old grandmother made
with her own dear, wrinkled, large-veined
beef, pork, and veal, preserves and jellies,Lbut'
dear me, you VIII fancy yourselves hungry IL
60 on any longer. We must stop somewhere.
and and there n h Is no naming everything Beside
which We want to know about. / verify believe
that generous fairy is there, too, for Hope says
.r 10 please let US, mamma! Goody sykes is
:" And I'm afraid she hasn't thing to make
thanksgiving dinner Of, chimes In Harvey.
The mother hesitatesa moment, 60 know"
she answers, "but the trouble is, she is such an
old wretch, too. don't ike to have you 20
near such drunken swearing creature
mamma, but don't you pity her 90? No
body loves her, or goes to see her." says Har-
"Maybe if she had little girl to love. like
you, and home too, she'd be a good woman"
pleads Hope. looking up, and then down, as she
fingers into braid, with her own fat hands.
Just then grandmamma comes up with her
cane, her wrinhled face sh sking and the white
cap border all in . CULVER" Daughter, the
child Is right, she says. "Pve known Sally
Sykes always. and she had home, and a GOOD
one once, and, beside, she buried a dear little
girl, and she's never been the same woman
SINCE"
90, mother, you willp"
" Well see about it after breakfast
" U Harvey. mother says she'll see about it,
and in merry mood all sat down to the table. I
think Fit was there too, while dear old grand
mother gave Hope the wish-bone, and Hope, In
her turn, fed Bruno and the cat, who sat by her
side.
twas an hour later that thin; bent old wo-
man sat smoking over q poor Gre. She grum-
bled to herself, as she crouched low, for there
was more smoke than flame, more flame than
D. IfFsrmer Blythe would only think to send
me cord O. wood. But, doarie me, he won't,
:" Aunty Sykes! Aunty Sykes. Open the door,
pleased"
Lawful heart Sakes alive, Who is 1t?
Well, III gin up now! 1t amt, why. yes, it's
a livin' woman"
"Yes'm, mother sent you little something
for your Thanksgiving dinner" and Hope
they had dragged over in their little wagon.
'' Bless yer blue eyes, dearie. 1t is Thanks
giving, haint ito" And Aunty Sykes opened
VIII 9f en 1p n sns eo,s sosh names
pie, an jell," an wheat bread, an what not
an baccyi Who thought OF that?"
Father said Harvey, che thought you'd
want good smoke after dinner, and Aunty, he
said he was afraid you hadn't much wood to
warm your dinner with, so he sent Sim over
with wheel-bsrrow load, and he wanted me
to say that he d send q cart load next week"
Dear, well. thank him, and you, and all
of ye! b1ieve the Lord ha'nt quite forgot a
wicked old critter. arter all" and Goody Sykes
wiped her eyes with her ragged apron.
o, wasn't 1t good, Harney?" said Hope, as
alo ng beside them.
Yes; and see that chickadee,' said Harney
pointing to beautiful bird upon the road eide
alder. Hope saw the bird, but could not see the
dear little fairy who was lifting along too.
They went home, and what do suppose grand
mother had been doing? She had taken the
chickens wish bone, and put q little red cloak
chicken, and called it John Gilp:n. What
laugh Harvey and Hope had over II.
Well, at dinner came all the uncles and cous-
ms. and there were games In the parior. and no
end Of fun. And . few weeks later . neighbor
said TO Farmer Blythe, Z" De you know, they
quite a different sort Of woman And she says
it's all your little boy and girl, and their kind
ways to her, th at have done it,"
"Pooh! There's no end to the notions OF
these old creatures" said Mr.. Blythe, but, not
withstanding, his voice was husky . little when
heard this. and the one crawled off into the
dark and bit her own fingers for sheer rage,
while the other was last seen gambling and
dancing about, perfectly Wild with Joy over the
success of her plans for Thanksgiving day.
Early Winter Rashieas.
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