Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-11-25

doctor is turning the heads of half the
town with his foolish little pills +? | don't
see much to be thankful for
Nellie sat down on the doorstep with
a grieved, solemn look on her face, and
said not word for few moments then
she pulled at little wilted bouquet one
of her scholars had given her, and said
timidly,
.Dont you give folks awful bad med
icine sometimes, doctor? And don't they
grumble, and make faces, and worry
about it %
..Of course I do, child The fools
don't know what's for their good"
'Then we are little bit like bad pa
tients when the Great Physician gives
us bitter draughts; aren' we Dr.. Bone
set %
'Humph that's just one Of your traps
to catch me. 1t takes schoolma am,
don't it?"
"Ah, we'll, DOCTOR" and Nellie came
close to him, ''people don't try little pills
very long; they come back after Boneset.
And politics don't go wrong, they only
seem so and the country has never gone
to destruction yet. And the loved ones
don't lie under the clover. Up there
they are safe in tender arms-out of tur-
moil, and care, and sorrow. o doctor,
isn't it something to be thankful for?
To know that hands are only loosed
little while here that they may clasp you
closer by-and- by?"
The gruff old man said never word,
and Nellie said softly, "Good-b by, you
must come to spend Thursday with US.
Uncle Dan, mothers brother whom you
used to know. is coming and have prom
ised for you
CHAPTER Iii.
A railroad in Berryburn ! Who
would have Thought, after all these quiet
years of going soberly to market in the
morning, and jogging home again at
night, that there should be railroad time
tables in every household, and calls made
at Burroak in an afternoon?
If the track of that wonderful railroad
had been laid down in accordance with
the wishes of the people, it would have
been winding way. Mr. Haydock
wished it close by his barn, so that he
could send bales of pressed hay to mar
ket, while old deacon Giles was in mortal
terror lest his sleek colts should fall vic
tins to the locomotive. DIR. Boneset
grumbled, and took plenty of stock, and
rode often between his points of visiting.
This wonderful railroad had been run
ming about two months; and now, as
Thanksgiving drew near, there were few
households in which pleasant hustle
did not foreshadow the home-comings Of
brothers, and sons, and cousins to the
third degree. 10 come to Berry burn by
rail To whirl by the back of the old
red tavern, and through the Esten or.
chard To cross the ripping waters Of
Berryburn in any way except over log
with a twist in its growth which made
it very uncertain transit at best. TX
see the poor shabby backs of house.
becoming conscious that something wa'
expected of them, as we'll as the fronts
each one endeavoring by paint and trel
lis to look worthy of its new outlook
In the farmyards, the turkeys wondered
with many noisy gobble over the doubl
measure of grain which latterly fell t
their lot, but concluded, like human 10
gicians, that the reason was to be foun,
in their exceeding merit. On the hill
sides thoughtful farmers turned the fair
est pumpkins to the sun, and secures
the henroosts for the biggest and freshes
eggs.
And so the golden days went. one b
one, until the children said to each 9th
er, "To-morrow's Thanksgiving an
then the feathered pharisees of the barn
yard laid stark under white towels, an
the jolly pumpkins had vanished frol
the hillside like fairy gold, like that t
reappear upon the table.
Mrs. Greg's little cottage was polishe
to the last degree. Uncle Dams ROOF
was on the sunny side of the house.
''Poor Uncle Dan, who had had but Ii
tie sunshine in his unsuccessful lif
should have one spot tomorrow, Nelli
| said. And Charlie was coming bac
from the grammar school at Burroal
. (the next statlon,) and there was fun
ny pie for him, with face in cloves an
cinnamon in the middle of it. DIR. Bon
set was at Burroak, and Charley woul
come home in the same train. And A
Y thur was coming, too-at least he sal
: so in his letter. Yes, there was wol
derful letter lying in Nellie's desk, b
g side a faded rosebud, letter in whic
!, he said-well, I'm not going to tell VIII
he said; Nellie knew, and that w
v enough.
1t only remained to gather the spra,
u of evergreen and berries which were
e shine above the mantlepiece and aroul