The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1871-12-07

when DR.. Sparkle came in after dinner h
found her asleep in her chair, a most un
usual thing for her. She woke, however
as he stood looking at her with his hand
some kind eyes, and seemed scarce to recol
lect herself or her surroundings for mo
men3.
Aren't you well, Mrs. Lockwood?
asked he. Just then Ruth stepped in, and
laid her hand on his arm. Sister Lock
wood smiled.
why, yes, guess I be; I've been
asleep, ha'n't L? The snow and the fire
kinder drowsed me, l do believe
Don't you want cup of tea, aunty?
NO, Ruthy, dear; it's bettern tea to
see you looking SO bright. Tomorrow is
Thanksgiving amt it p
Yes said the doctor, keen smile
lighting all his grave, dark face, as he drew
Ruth little closer. Specially Thanks
giving Day for me-
You'll be real good to her, doctor, won /
ye?'
'I'll try
Folks has deal to be thankful for in
this world, and hraalfnl dAoI go.
its COMO and gone. Ie know what the
hymn says
We'll praise Him for mercies past,
And thank Him for all that's to come :
Il declere fort, I've forgot the rest ont;
twas something about getting safe home
A loud call from the kitchen for Ruth
put an end to this brief talk, and the doc
tor went up stairs to see sick child; first
advising Sister Lockwood not to try and
rise for her breakfast in the morning, as
she was weak, and the day would be both
busy and exciting.
So Thanksgiving Day came, splendid
with the chill splendor of snow and sun.
A keen wind had packed every frozen flake
into It's place, and merry bells flashed by
III gay defiance on every shape Of sleigh or
sled. Ruth looked into Mrs Lockwood's S
room, but she was fast asleep; so she car
ricd back her cup Of tea and set it BY the
fire.
Scarce was breakfast over when a sleigh
full of furs, with pair of dancing horses,
stopped at the door, anl a tall, bearded
man asked for Mrs. Salisbury.
You amt Joe p was her brief and in
crcdulous welcome.
i guess SO ! For an instant nature or
memory prevailed, and Granny Salisbury
bestowed on her prodigal son hug that
would have done credit to a bear. Then
she recalled herself.
"Wcll, yr've got here in'lly, have ye !?
reckoned ye was dead quite while ago.
But | amt, and I've got pretty con-
siderable heap o dollars; so | thought IL
look ye up, md fix We off comfortable
mother
HIM! you've done lot o. thinking
bout me, guess. He'd time enough any
how-twenty odd year -
'Well, well, mother let by-gonea be by
cones. Come along now
\ Not till L We been and reused up Mis-
Lockwood. | must tell her. Say, is Eli
dead ??
Not he Hes considerable verse, got
his leg broke nd cut off beside, 'nd's living
long O some Digger Indians soakin' all
lay nj ramblin' all night
Why, how you talk Wonder if she Il
be givin' thanks over that
Jake shook his head as Granny Sails
bury hobbled off up stairs, helped by Ruth
Bad time bad time! !! muttered he
Specs we'll git de real old debble now, ei
he granny's goin' to leab u.s.
\ sharp cry from Ruth above stairs
startled all the hearers. DR.. Sparks, who
had just come in, sped up to her. She
stood on one side of Sister Lockwood S bed
and Granny Salisbury at its foot; on the
scarce indented pillow lay face Tranquil
and sweet as that of some sleeping child
Even the last enemy had been appeased by
such exquisite patience, and come as the
! Angel of Consolation. Sister Lockwood
had fallen on Sleep
One long look Granny Salisbury gave tC
the restful face of her old neighbor, an(
! turned away without a word. In mo
ment more the clang of sleigh bells passing
| from the door told of her first departure
John Sparkle drew the sheet tenderly owe
the sweet old face that lay pillowed like !
! baby's on one hand under the cheek
90 joint said Ruth, clinging to hin
and sobbing bitterly.
why didn't we tell her before, w
We're going to have her come and live witt
US always, and not wait until to-day
Darling she has gone to better hom
than ours could be-to all she loved anC
lost. Don't cry, my Ruthyl remembe
what she said yesterday. Don't You thin
she is keeping the best of all Thanksgiving
Days?'
Venerable Irish American.
Died, Sept. l6, 1871, at Sandy Hook