The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1872-12-20

OIl Hiic Si'tt. VI llltII Nall WIS dU
that instant measuring Gust, mr,
" Dirty-siX mcil-uuW de back. and dat
is all, " when Mrs. Bent cried. = Bctty'S
sick-hrandy-quick."
Mynhrfr graSrtd Il a bottle, and rushed
up tie hall three stairs at bound.
Betty was doScd with brandy. rubbed,
poulticed and immersed i'll muStard-wa-
ter, While off strobe Myuherr, with IL
very red face, after a doctor. The first
one was out, the second was occupied
with patient
Poor KARL The tears sprang to his
eyes. "Oh! vat if Fetty shall die i'll
dis place full of tOctors." The third
was in, and Karl nearly carried him
through the street and up the stairs.
As they entered the door, somebody said
in happy, hopeful voice: There. she's
better, don't you see! Her lips move
and she knows u.s. Mrs. Bent was
really giving back some of the sweet
hope Betty's mother had bestowed upon
her.
The doctor talked profoundly, but
everybody understood that Betty had
suffered from some kind of a SpaSm,
and was out Of danger.
AS the dear child lay there bundled
and CRYING at once: even Mary Ann
shifting Suspiciously as she gave Betty'S
neck tender little tUck-up. The ladies
sat together all the afternoon, the Jones'
es bringing some hand-work, and Myn-
herr Karl tripped up every half-hour to
see if all was well.
The Misses Jones began thinking the
infdel German might not be so bad af-
/ ter all, as he appeared time after time
with a few flowers and many pleasant
words.
Eliza's missionary spirit began to be
/ fairly aroused in his behalf.
I The last call before tea, he sat down
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-vat you like,
say"
Il know what I'd Ike MORN anything
else
We'll, shpeak out. Ton't pc pashful, ,"
Stroking her brown hair kindly.
"Well, I'd like a Thanksgiving din
ner up here-all together, you know"
said Betty.
"A Thanksgiving timer! Veil, Wy
not? We be tankful, UH of us dat you
get veil. Vat you say, ladieS?'
The ladies were charmed at the idea.
| n family holiday is so tedious to peO-
pie who h0re no family worth speaking
about.
Betty's mother declared that she
meant to have ''reglar Thanksgiving
anyhow > and if the rest was mind to
come. they was sure of a welcome"
1t was wonder that 80 didn't toss
off its roof and shake its young sides
and Caper across the square in pure eX-
hilaratiOn over the cOnvivial prepara-
/ tiOnS that went on under its eyes for
/ fOrty-Odd hours thereafter. You would
never have recognized those buStling,
CHEEKY SpinSterS as the Misses Jones of
/ two days before. Mary Ann was born
housekeeper. and people can he quite an
| gelic in their spheres, you know, who
are much more like pOrcupineS than an
gels out Of them. After the long rOu-
tine of stitching and picked-up dinners,
/ the coming feast was as refreshing to
/ her as the Sea-breeZe to an invalid, NAL
arious patient. Deity she turned out
| the graduated row of cakes, as light as
feather, destined to develop into IL
most imposing pyramidal centre-piece,
and Skillfully she adorned it, welding
mysterious paper horn, out of whose
marvellous insideS came miracles of
sugar-laced ratings and fringes and in
itialS and umicorns and eagles and de-
signs exceeding description.
Mrs. Bent also resolved to exhibit her
culinary abilities, and doomed two
chickens to the disastrous fortunes of
the press. besides connecting an Indian
pudding Of such enormous size, her huS-
band declared there would he panic iD
Indian affairs, to which she replied that
they had gone into big panic already,
a kind of nonsense that was a healthful
sign in the Bent family. Cheerful con-
versation, we have perhaps all observed
like colts and boys and most vigorous
things-is inclined to occasionally frisk
off into foolish antics of speech.
Mynherr had sent up very fat tur-
key, that seemed bursting to moan, as
it lay meekly on its back, ''PompOsity [
was, humility | am-bewarei beware!"
What else he had provided was not ap-
parent until the hour appointed, when
three most elegant bOquetS were brought
up with Karl in a dreSS-coat and white
kids beaming behind them.
Nor was this all, for lastly he bore
his crowning glory to 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 lift