The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-04-16
sammy CrabaDple,s ThanksgiYing.

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CTabapple's boy had read that touch
mg thanksgiving story about the chap
"uo ran away from home when lad
ato Went to sea, and wasn't heard of for
TS1rs and years; and how on every
1ranksg1vlng Day his fond mother set q
p1fGe 1or the wanderer, and kept seat
III nm at the table, and how the gray
In4red sire, when he asked blessing,
Rrtyed for his wayward son = prayed
Ihit ne might return in safety to the
pafernal roof. And then one Thanks
g!png Day, when they had about given
nun u up Tor dead, although the plate and
lhd vacant chair told the story of q
mother1s undying hope, just as the fam
ny pad sat down to the Thanksgiving
dlnaer, there came rap at the door.
:, Spme In !" cried the sire, and in bounced
the lost boy In sailor jacket and tar
parlln hat, just home from long whal-
ingvoyage. Such rejoicing as there was
IN mat housei How his father shook
hlm by both hands, how his mother wept
over hlm and embraced him and how
/ ali h1s brothers, and sisters, and aunts,
| and cousins hung around his neck and
| tugged at his sailor jacket! It was worth
bravlng the dangers of the seas to meet
with such a welcome on his return. He
sat at the feast in the chair that moth
er's deathless love, and hope, and recol-
lection had always placed for him, and
never was there a happier Thanksgiving
since that cherished anniversary was in
vented.
Crabapple's boy wept over that story
every time he read it,and he got to won
derlng whether such fuss would be
made over him should he run away from
home and then turn up again some
Thanksgiving Day. He thought about
it so much that he finally determined to
test the business, anyhow. lie would
see how the folks would ACT wnen he
played the prodigals return So about
a week before Thanksgiving he ran away
from home. He didn't go to sea, because
the sea was too far off, and he couldn't
make much of voyage IN week, any
how. He got a job in a lanyard grinding
bark, which answered all the purpose, for
he could imagine his tbark was on the
sea as he rode the old horse around the
circle. He called the mill the world. and
imagined himself sailing around the
world every revolution.
When the week was up he started for
home. He fancied himself SO muh
tanned by the occupation he had fol- !
lowed that his parents would hardly !
know him. He imagined he had picked |
up good many hidc-ears, anyhow
With n beating heart he approached !
the parental mansion. He looked in at I
the window and saw the folks just sitting !
down to the Thanksgiving supper. A |
chill of disappointment crept over him |
as he saw there was no vacant chair, and !
there wasn't an idle plate anywhere on |
the table. He listened at the door as the /
blessing was asked, but although several i
prophets were honored with hattering t
notice his name wasn't mentioned. This /
was little hard ON the boy that had run
away from home and was liable to turn |
up on that or any succeeding Thanks
giving Day. Recollections of him didn't |
seem to cluster around that hearthstone /
to any great extent. Repressing a chill /
ing foreboding that arose in his breast, /
he flung open the door, rushed into their
midst and exclaimed, &c Father mother I
its II Sammy Crabapple home I
again home i-homei' and threw him
self on his fathers breast, sobbing con- \
What did that father do1 Did he hug
hina and slobber tears over him, and call /
him his long lost bo-bo-hoyg" Not I
much he didn't. He took him by the t
collar, led him INTO the woodAhed and |
worked over him more than an hour
with barrel staye, his brothers and sis /
ters dancing around on the back st0op !
III an ecstasy of joy, while his mother t
screamed That's right, Ambrus give !
it to him! Learn hiHa Setter'n to run /
away from home agin - Then he was /
sent to bed without any ThankAsSiFiHg |
supper at all s4sa threatened vita belseg t
deprived OF both Christmas and New /
Years isaaati Saturday NfYyItk !