The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-11-28
TITLES THANKSGIVING.
pY PAIGE DWIGHT .

lam snra Titles spirit must have slid
down to earth on a sunbeam, it is sach a
shining bit of spirit, always turning It's face
toward tie cheerful side OF events, as sun
flower turns its disk to the light.
Most children, you know, are wise in some
one aIent or trait, some one good or bad
quality that grows faster than the rest OF
them, and Title. who Is very child-like in
most respects, aud even behind others of her
age in her studies. Is cry old in hope. Her
sister Mary though TWO years her senior,
has not half Tihe's courage, and is very
much inclined to croak, and If you could
pend week at their house, I think you
won laugh at the funny likeness they bear
to their parents.
Mr.. Treadway looks out OF the window,
and if there Is d cloud anywhere visible, he
is sure 1t is goirg to ram; but little Mrs
Tresdway on the rainiest day of the year, is
always seeing thin place somewhere in the
clouds, and is sure the storm won't last
much longer. II it still goes on, she always
says how much his will help the crops"
or 1.-The cisterps were almost dry" or some
thing el,e that rsMinds you of refreshing
drops from the full reservoir of her grateful
heart.
Mary stud ell and is neat and orderly
and worries much, end Title learns from
every thing hat fies aud walks, and is not
A. careful as she ought 10 be about getting
those draadtui three-cornered tears in her
gown, and pinafores, but she has a lovely
trust in everybody's good intentions, and
she promises with tear, in her eyes and no
knowledge of r.mmar in her small head
that she won't never do il again-nt ver."
The two sisters sat IN the nursery one
pleasant November day, dressing their dolls.
"OhI say, Mary" said Title suddenly,
''let's have Thanksgiv ng dinner"
why, we always have one, of course.
Don't you RENE mber last year it was Aunt
Mary's, and the year before at Grandmother's
and this year it's going to be"
"Oh! dear" interrupted Title, do you
s'pose mean our regular grown-up dinner?
Course not. mean one all TO ourselves"
"What fJr?" asked practical Mary. II
don't see any use in it,"
"Why, Mary Treadway, I should think
you'd be ashamed OF yourself" exclaimed
Title, pu- sing up her mall mouth in great
indignation. Didn't you hear the minister
when ne read that scrap of paper, the procG-
1ation, you know; didn'b be say there wasn't
nobody in church but that had ought to
keep Thanksgiving"
Poor Tilliel her eagerness destroyed all
traces of the educated society she was in the
habit of meeting. Il don't keep Thanksgiv-
ing much settin' right against the leg of
table and waiting tor everybody else to get
helped, when 1 am just as hungry as bear.
1t Just makes me feel cross"
Mary could hardly help laughing at the
scowl that tried to keep tight hold of her
merry sisters forehead.
''We've got such lot of things to be
thankful for, you see," continued Title.
II don't know whether we have or not"
put in Mary. You know papa's clerk ran
away last week with FIVE hundred dollars"
''Pshaw = interrupted Title. "that isn't
much. Papas got a new over-coat, you
know, and we've got our blue sacques and
white satin bonuets I guess that's more
good than that old FIVE hundred dollars is
bad"
Mary thoughtof that blue plush sacque
neatly folded in her drawer, and Of the cum
ming bonnet deity balanced on the standard
in her handbook and was silent. They Ist
suited her, and were dear unto her feminine
soul.
''rhen,' said Tillie, lowering her tone and
growing confidential, "There's mother, you
know. I'm awfuly thankful she has wavy
brown hair and real tee h What if she was
like Mrs Thornton, with shipping beau
catcEers all round her forehead and mak-be-
leve teeth! ] guess you wouldn't feel very
thankful then, Mary Treadway. Besides
that, Toms home"
ooh! d on't spe ak OF that, Tillie," sale
Mary quickly, the tears sprnglng TO her eyes
''You know he had to come home, becaus
he was 70 bad al school, and mothers nearl.
broken-hearted about him. / heard fathe
talking with him yesterday in the library
trying TO get him to write letter Of apolt
gy to the teachers, and he wouldn't Pr
AFRAID, Title, Toms going to grow up
wicked man and be Authorization In on
Fl esh," said Mary, with great seriousness
but some, hing of triumph IN the fine way sh
managed to round the sentence.
Title was stunned by this speech Of Mary't
Tom was her pet and admiration, and al
the Thanksgiving spirits few away from he
heart for few brief seconds but then sh
thought OF the dear old fellow an
her usual cheerfulness returned.
well, Mary, don't you see we're thank
full we've got him, anyway even If he is III
tie speck naughty. He'll get over 1t, NAV