Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1872-12-11
went to The new mission school with

{ nlRnL Betty dWOke IN nigh fever
: The morning found her no better, an
: Mrs Bent sal at her bedside until moo
/, when the child suddenly came out q
! a long sleep with staring eyes and
set face, upon which great drops bega
to gather.
Mrs. Bent knew by instinct tha
Betty's life was precious TO every in
: mate of the house, and she flew like
flash down The stairs, bursting int
! the room where the Misses Jones wer
, TRANQUILITY sewing on two shades G
: brown pOplin.
Quick, quick! Betty is dying :
Brandy-mustard- ?"
On she sped. Mynherr Karl was a
that instant measuring a customer
Dirty-six inch now de back, AM
dat is all" when Mrs. Bent cried
Belts sick-brandy-quick :"
, MynheTr grasped q bottle, and rush
ed up the hall three stairs at bound
Betty was dOsed with brandy
. rubbed, poulticed and immersed il
mustard water, while off strobe Myn
herr, with a very red face, after
doctor. The first one was out, tn
second was occupied with patient.
Poor Karll The tears sprang to hi
eyes, 'Oh vat if Petty shall die il
dis place full of tOctors" The thITC
was in, and Karl nearly carried hin
through the street and up the stairs
AS they entert d the door. somebody
said in a happy, hopeful voice.
There, she's netter, don't you see
Her lips move and she knows us. -
Mrs. Bent was really giving bach
some OF the sweet hope Betty's moth
er had bestowed upon her.
The doc or talked profoundly, but
ever body understood that Betty haC
suffered from some kind of a spasm
ami was out of danger.
A. the dear child lay there bundled
in blankets, nobody could help laugh
ing and crying at once; even Mary
Ann shifting suspiciOusly as she gave
BetIy's neck q tender little tuck up
The ladies sat tOgeth'r all the alter
noon, the JOneses bringing some hand
work, and Mynherr Karl TIPPED VI
every half hour to- see If all was well.
The Misses Jones brgan thinking
the infidel German might not be sU
bad after all, a. he appeared time af
ter time with few flowers and many
pleasant words.
ElIza's missionary spirit began to
| be fairly aroused i'm his behalf.
The last call before tea, he sat dOwI
and chartered with the ladies. At last
he turned tO Betty, and said (;
"NOw, Petty, vat shall We do for
you cause you get petter-yat you
like, say?n
II know what I'D like MORN any.
thing else"
well, spheak out. Ton't pc pash
full" surokIng her brown hair kindly.
"Well, I'd LIKE Thanksgiving
dinner up hrre-all together, you
know =; Betty.
Thanksgiving timer! Well, w
not We be thankful, all Of us, dat
you get veil. Vat you say, ladies ?''
The ladies were charmed at theidea.
A family holiday Is so tedious to peO-
pie who hare no family worth speak
ing about.
Betty's mother declared that she
meant to have regular Thanksglv-
ing any how" and if the rest was y
mind to come, they was sure of b
welcome"
1t was a wonder that 80 didn't toss
OFF IT'S roof and shake it, young sides
and taper across the square in pure
exilaratiOn over the cOnvivial pIepa-
ratIOns that went ON under its eyes iUr
forty odd hours thereafter. You
would never have recognized those
bustling. cheery spinsters as the
Misses Jones of two days before
Mary Ann was a born hOusekeeper,
and people can be quiet angelic in
their spheres, you know, who arr
much more like pOrcupines than al
is out of them. After the long rOu-
line of stitching and picked up din
uers, the coming feast was as refresh
ing TO her as the sea breeze to an iI-
Ia d, malariOus patient. Deity shr
turned out the graduated row of ca kes
rs light as feather. destined to de
YelOpe into a most imposing pyrami-
dial center piece, aud skillfully she
adorned it, welding a mysterious
paper horn, out of whose marvellous
insides came miracles of sugar laced
railings and fringes and initials aId
unicOrns and eagles and designs eX-
ceeding description
Mrs Bent also resolved to exhibit
her Culinary abilities, and doomed two
chickens To the Disastrous fortunes OF
the press, beside conc, cling an Iudian
pudding of such EnOrmOus size, her
husband declared there would bR q
panic in Indian affairs, TO which she
replied that they had gone into big
paIl-ic already, a kind of NONSENSE
that was healIhful sign in the Bent
family. Cheerful conversation, We
have perhaps all observed-like colts
al d boys aud most vigorous things
is inclined to occasIOuly frisk of into
foolish antics of speech.
Mynherr had sent up very fat
turkey, that seemed bursting to moan,
as il lay meekly OIL its back Pom
posity / waS, humility am-beware !
beware ?" What else he had pTONi-
ded was not apparent until the hour
appointed, when three most elegant
bouquets We're brought up, with Karl
in dress coat and white kids beaming
behind them.
Nor was this all, for lastly he bore
his erowning glory in the feast. a
basket of Rhine wine. Miss EliZa
blushed scarlet, Miss Jones looked
severe, and braced herself to speak
her mind.
Poor Karl, in the mean time, was
lifting the bOttle to the table, his face
quite blaze of benignant satisfae-
ton.
Betty. lying upon the sofa, arrayed
in a pretty plaid dress, uncOusciOusly
took care of all the nitrO-glyeerinE of
principle that thu eatened TO blow up
their new social platform.
20 dear Mr.. MOhenl" said she, "I'm
so sorry! but neUer drink wine at
our Thanksgiving dinners"
Not trink vine:" exclaimf the
amazed Karl.
Z" eUer ~ said Betty. "And I'd
gread deal rather not have il, you see,
because / belong to the Temperance
Band, and so does Miss Jones. I'm
awful sorry," added Betty, just ready
to cry at displessing her kind friend
"Vell, mine little Petty, have ii
shust de way you like, and he at once
SET aside his offending donation.
Betty's mother asked Gods blessing,
and thanked Him for inclining their
hearts to each other, and after that
the wit, the wisdom. and vivacity of
3IC flowed out in unstinted measure.
Such very interesting people as they
turned out TO be!
Betty's mother was only washer
woman by reason of weak eyes, her
natural talent lying in the direction
Of fine sewing, paper flowers, etc
The Misses Jones belonged to decayed
gentility, being grand daughters OF
the late Col. Jones, OF louisville. The
Dap.. Lad q ,..oond f.ou-iu In COnurpSs