The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1875-01-12

DOT We amt got nobody to leave it to-
'Gf Amy had lived softly whispered
the wife ss she placed herself on old
Peters knee and buried her face in bi.
shaggy beard.
Bless me you make body cry, wife.
She was n nice putty little thing, jist like
you Was when | went courtin' There,
don't cry It's wicked to wish her back
agin. Tho Lord gives, and l guess be
takes away, too, when he's mind to.
Maybe it's right, but it's downright bard,
80 it Is.
And rough old Peter drew his coat
sleeve across his eyes, and pressed bis
wife close to his bosom.
What the Lord gives US, wc ought to
have. Peter.
Yes till he's ready to take away.
No one but God would have had the
right to have taken her from u.s.
No
Peter, We had another one o retcr
give me back my boy, my William =
Like fash Peter Harwood pushed his
wife from him and shouted.
Never mention ungrateful William
tlsrwood to me ag'in, wife. l can't >tand
it, lie refused to be farmer as if it
gasn't good enough for bin. Have yer
Tbapksgivin' dinner if you like, but don
never say William to me ag'in. I'm
goio' to York City a Saturday, and won t
be homo ill its all over and done with,
But remember William amt ourn no
longer. I'll never forgiv him though he
begs it; he set his will ag'lust mine, and
| can't git over tbat-tbe proud bead.
strong feller.'
He never be forgiven then my dar-
ling my boy my William =
'Papas coming, pspa's coming
And two pair of little feet scampered
from the window to tho door, and two
rosy faces were upturued for the expect.
cd greeting of papa.
William Harwood, for he it was that
lived In the pretty bird cage of house 10
the suburbs Of New York city, entered
his neat, CHEEKY home. aud sitting down a
huge market basket that was always an
object Of great fascination 10 the children,
he kissed tho eldest child, a bright eyed
boy Of some five summers aud lifted
three year old Amy in his arms, pressed
her fondly to bis bosom.
His vile dropped her work at the un.
expected arrival Of her husband, but she
too, was ready for greeting, snd when a
kiss had beer given aud received, she
opened the basket win little cry of
surprise and delight, ezclaiming;
'Ub, Willie What have you been do.
ing7 You arc really becoming extrava.
CANT, This nicely dressed turkey must
ha7o cost dollar Or more. And here
is
Only 'izty cents, little wife inter-
rupted the husband.
"A pair Of ducks, oysters, fruits, cele-
rY-'
There, there Come let Us to work.
Have you forgotten that Tomorrow is
Thanksgiving Day7'
No, Indeed = replied his economical;
little wife, as she followed stalwsrs vii.
liam Horwood into the tidy kitchen. pin.
ning up aer sleeves, e1d tying on long
gingham apron, No, indeed BIT you
cannot well afford such uxuries.
Can not? Well, we'll. we'll live q
little palmer for few weeks to make IN
for this extravaganza, as you term it.
But you know, Jennie, that must always
have 10Y Thanksgiving dinner, They are
not such ones as we used to have at the
farm. | tell you mother was splendid
COCK
Are you not sorry that you lef; your
good comfortable home, William Z
No, indeed. Jennie. Had l remain.
cd in the old place, would never had
you and the little ones. Father wished
me to become farmer, and settle down
into married life with Squire Jenkins
daughter on an adjoining farm. But
had other dreams, other ambitions, and
could not bring myself &, think us he did
No, | an not sorry that pursued my
own course although could wish my
fathers forgivness and good will. 1t
nearly broke my heart to be bapished
with curse from the old home. Poor
mother | can never forget the anguish
Gu her face, Us l bade her farewell, ten
years ago tomorrow. l would like to
sec them all once more, but | will never
60 home unless father invites me and
do not suppose that he will ever relsnt
One ought to forgive all difference on
Thanksgiving Day, William. Supposiug
you write letter home, stating where
you are, and what you are doing. I am
sure there would be no humiliation in
that. And remember. William, that he
is your father
William Harwood's eyes grew moist
and hc replied
i will think over what you have said,
Jennie. But I must hurry back to the
ONCE. Just step in and invite the neigh.
bors to come over tomorrow to help US
eat our dinner. One never loses by kind.
uess.'
And, drawing on his overcoat, William
Harwool kissed his wifo and hastened to
depart But just as ho was on the point
OF opening the door, it was opened from
without by littls Frank, who ushored il a
rough though kindly looking man, bear.
Ing little Amy iu his arms. who was try.
ing to stiae her cry Of pain over a swollen
wrist.
The children had watched the falling
spow fakes from the window, until they
could 10 longer refrain from going out,
when Amy had slipped and fallen. Just
at that moment the hurley stranger was
passing and, hearing the child's cries, had
entered the small yard, and raised the lit
tie creature in bis big, strong arms. be,r-
ing her into the house.
Don't be uneasy, sir, be said, address
ing the anxious father. Don't be un.
easy. The kid has hurt her arm, b'lieye.