The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-12-18

highly as she had done, because he
really looked pleased that her papa was
dead.
81 should be delighted to go home
with you, said he. I'm stranger in
the village, and hotel Thanksgiving
| dinner isn't likely to make one feel very
| thankful"
tfI I'm afraid you won't like our din
ner it's pretty bad, but then, we can
have cocoa-nut cakes for dessert you
bought SO many"
But before they reached home, hel
fears on that score had entirely vanished,
and she was sure that Mr.. Marsh-he
had told her what his name was-was
the very incest gentleman she ever saw,
as we'll as the handsomest. She chatted
with him necessarily until she reached
the door of their house. She confded
to him all her little trials, all her little
joys, and all mammals grief and trouble,
4 and he listened to her with such an in.
terested, sympathetic face!
tsWon't mamma be s'prised ?" she
said, leading the way into the poor little
kitchen, that served them as dining
room, and sitting-room also. And mann
ma was SO ''s'prised " when she saw the
| tall stranger enter in such an unceremo-
NOUS way.
Sc invited some one to dinner u ex.
planned Say, triumphantly.
'tYou surely haven't forgotten me
entirely. Sarah ?'' said the stranger, ap-
preaching her, and holding out his
| hand.
t' Frank - she exclaimed, and grew
SO white that Say feared she was i'll.
Then, to the little girls utter amaze
ment, what did Mr.. Marsh do, but put
his arm around her and kiss her Says
sense of propriety was dreadfully shock
ed, and she looked on with severity.
But things grew worse and worse.
Mamma put her hand on his shoulder,
and cried, and he comforted her with
all sorts of endearing words and tender
assurances. And they talked about
things that she did not understand at
all-something about mistake and los
ing letter; and all the while they
seemed to forget that there was any one
else but themselves in the world. Will,
taking advantage of their absorbed
state, had eaten all the cocoa-nut cakes.
Mydear little Say" said Mr.. Marsh,
at last, after they had said everything
they had to say, ten times over, accord
ing to Says idea, and the forgotten
dinner had grown quite cold on the ta-
BILE, ''you didn't know how dear a friend
your mamma was to me. Do you know
she promised to marry me long before
she ever saw your papa? ? Then some
thing happened-a mistake was made,
and we were separated. She thought
that 1 had ceased to care for her, and
thought she had ceased to care for me
and we never found out the truth of the
matter until it was too late. And now,
after / have missed her all these long
years, she has promised again to be my
wife and if have my way, we are to
be married this very day. What do
you say, Say-will you be satisfied to
have me for papa? +? Are you glad You
invited me to come and dine with you?'
Then Say repented of her severity, and
accepted him as her papa very gra-
ciously.
Mamma" she whispered, full of de-
light to see her SO happy, "I think this
is the thankfullest Thanksgiving we
ever had, after all p And Will, with
his mouth full of the remnants of the
candy feast, agreed with her fully.
It was thankful Thanksgiving, tru-
ly; and after that there was very diff
ferent life for Say, and her mother, and
| Will. Mr.. Marsh was q rich man, and
he took them away from the miserable
little place where they lived, to his own
| beautiful home in town, the very next
day. He and Mrs. Harris were married
in the morning, and Say stood up by
her mothers side during the ceremony,
the most 2ignifed little bridesmaid in
the world. And though she has never
since been obliged to eat cold dinner
in smoky little kitchen on Thanks
giving day, she always looks back to it
as the most delightful Thanksgiving
day of her life And so indeed do Mr..
and Mrs. Frank Marsh, for its thankful
ness has reached through all their other
Thanksgiving gdays.-Bolloas's Monthly.