Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1870-12-03
THE THANKSGIVING FAIRY.
BIZ JULIA A. EASTMAN,
A STORY FOR CHILDREN.

III JULIA n. EASIhANs
Itwas frosty November night and big full
moon. Fairy Fit came sliding down a slant
moonbeam, after her fashion, lighting on a
rose-bush, while Fret packed her ugly phiz up
from the shadow OF q dark old bridge. Perhaps
some OF the children will remember to have met
same as ever. Fit Is white fairy and Fret is
black fairy. The first is pleasant, and the
last Is as cross as two sticks. Fit still likes
bright, sunny, CHEEKY places, and Fret still
skulks in dark, damp, miserable holes Fit
always sees the new moon over her right
shoulder while Fret, just as persistently, bliAks
Pearls, diamonds, and ermine,r chirped the
blithe little Fit, tripping up and down, and
dancing q minuet OF her own, on her dainty lit
tie feet, upon the points of the picket fence.
" Ermine, diamonds, and pearls!' she piped
again, in that CHEEKY voice of hers, which was
Ike the solo of a kstydid at her first concert.
"Stuff, nonsense, and fol de-rol!" created a
voice from under the dark shadow Of the bridge,
which might or might not be the accents of a
bull-frog, exasperated by the loss OF his supper.
Fit recognized the voice, however, and she
danced along to the end of the picket fence and
cried out:
Dear me, Cousin Fret, how glad am to see
yOui Pray how are YOU this fine night?"
None the better for seeing you missey; and
its not ine night, in the least, "cordng TO nv
style o. thinking. But you always were such
goose: Here ! am we'll nigh frozen to death,
down here in this miserable hole,''
"Why, my dear cousin, you can't think how
sorry | am" cried the sweet, sympathizing
feet damp in among those wet stones, in Minnie
brook DO, dear, let me give you nv hand, and
help you up here where am, in this bright,
MOOnshine warm, indeed But you always
we're such fool, Flit!"
dear, yes, suppose so, - laughed Fit, "but
well have such fine chat, and you shall tell
me all about my dear friend Mrs Speckle Trout,
and her dashing son, Captain Spot. Come, take
Let me alone, can't yOu?r cried Fret, with
voice more like an exaSperated bull-frog than
ever Your dear friend, Mistress Speckle
Trout and her dashing son, Captain Spot.
Let me alone, can't you?" cried Fret, with
voice more like an exasperated bull-frog than
ever. Your dear friend, Mistress Speckle
Irout was a sad gad-about, and I'm happy to
tell you she's as dead as q nit, and as for her
skinny OF son, 1 know nothing about the
ypoungI fellow. Ion always were asking about all
" Bless my soul, !" whispered Fit to herself. in
SOFT little burr which sounded more like the
whiz OF humming-bird than anything else in
LIE, bless my soul, il Fret isn't crosser and
crustier than ever. Well, well. Poor Fret. /
suppose She was made 50, and she has the worst
OF II, asSuredly." Then aloud to her cOmpau-
Ion, who had contrived to drag herself clumsily
up to the top Of an old post aud crouched With
he , elbow on her knees, and her fists pumped
1--WE old rat seated upon his launches, and she
never stirred or glanced up, as Fit spoke to her
-, We'll, how are you, cousinP And how are
m not Jour cousin, and I have no friends.
anu the meanest weather that ever was got
oP; hope you're answered"
And as for your pearls, diamonds and en-
NINE, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me
where you mad EN-"
- Nothing on earth would make me happier.
Isn't my old rose bower festooned with pc arls,
and isn't the wiselia hung with diamonds? And
a. Ior ermine, why, the very brook is bordered
with ~ and crystal spangles too. Then came
up with the frost king an hour ago, and he was
seated on a white throne; with a dl almond
scepteL and crown, and o, no end Of glittering
gems about him And he cried out, - Heigho
fary Fit BE on the watch, for all my frost
ssys are coming out tonight, Prinxie. with her
or sns Gs0S and
Fit, be sure you come and see. There's no
.ellng how hne we're going to be, and all be-
ing day! The grand holiday, to be sure,"
80 Fht earoled out her merry words half a
song ana malt speech, then, from her perch
she gave little hop and lighted on a swaying
INlg OF mountain ash. and all the red berries
danced 10 the tune OF her dancing feet and
shone about her head like rubies, and close by
osroerry bush flung down q coral cluster or
Two, ana little brown and white bird, poised
on one leg, opened q sleepy eve and peeped a
good-natured ''chick -dee!' W hich being in
terpreted was. - Good night, Fairy Fhtl Pleas
ant dreams to Won too, and a merry ThanLsoS-
ing2"
Thanksgiving. bahs- came like a erovI
Tom the erouching form on the black post
III.
an old soul after my own heart she is, She
SAYS she'd never have Thanksgiving AT ali IN
ne wsS me governor She's got nothing to be
:. Poor creature, poor creature, r,in.st 20
and see her" ~
~ :, Better keep away GOOdy Sykes Doesn't
Never mind, If she doesn't She won't hurt
me, and II she does, can fy away"
On, %. groaned FIet, cit is this rheumatism
tnats Killing me entirely. Do you ever have
Bless you, no! Perhaps you wouldn't if
you'd take more exercise"
Don't see what you ind to do 20 much
racing up and down, and all along shore from
Dan 70 Beer-Sheba. Now I sit still from morn
ing I'LL night, and lie still from night till morn
don't seem to get very good care taken OF me,
young and SMART" ~ ~ Aeep ."
out would have made the blood dow faster in
the veins Of Meshusaleh.
Yes, you! Can't you hear?" spoke Fret,
surlIly enough, for a hearty laugh seemed to
jar upon her nerves As nothing else did. " You
were born the very day that was but any one
Sould take oath, this minute, that was your
Hs; Ia; o, well, I believe Its laughing
shsts done 4, partly: but more its being about
never could bear children
yes, know. It's only silly little folks ike
me who enjoy living with them all the while.
As for myself couldn't possibly live If / didn't
ny round among the little ones OF course they
cont see me, but then, they're happier for nv
being about. To-day. for Instance, I've been
eosn TO Farmer Blythes helping them get
ready for Tkanksgtg1Ag, and there are Harvey
and Hopy: Ha, Jolly time as We had
and Fiji laughl he whole valley rung
asan With hek hing voice, and children,
ss'sep IN Cot - and trundle-beds, stirred
III soen @e mamma, from the great
De-, ssla- y singing In the night
Decen row viii be Thanksgivipg
- AZ ~ 1ks!e voice, and Hope drop
Fret erxwied sH3l into the black darkness,
the reeds, and sfoes, and toads; and she fen
asleep and TO dreening Of old Goody Sykes,
and what not, that vas disa0eeable: vbils Flif
hoped on TO . sheltered evig near the chicka-
ceeis nest, and she also fell TO dreaming. half
awake, and half asleep, and her dream 1eerIv
enough, was OF Goody Sykes too. What il VI
i will not tell you nov, but what came Of Il In
sure you'll like 70 know, you dear little Blue
eyes and Brown-eyes, and Bisck-eyes bie1pI
than On.
from the kitchen windows Of Farmer BDno
Then there came . marrow STRIP Of g0sds sv