Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1875-07-24

what l mean, girls, heart.storn,s
you know how they fade before the
"Sun OF righteousness"
Father came up as l stood there
and said he,
"Be ready in time for meeting,
Polly"
eyes, sir" said I, "If mother can
spare me-" for thought Of the
ducks and turkeys to roast, the pies
and puddings We had prepared the
day before.
"Spare you, of course can" said
mother, "do you think would have
you stay away from meeting on
rhanksgivingda Go get ready"
Aud l went, with a smiling face,
and a right good will, though there
my heart. l could MT help think.
ing of the storm, and wondering
whether the ship had come in. I
wore my new pelisse, it had bcen
made in Boston, and very fine, I
thought it.
sat in the choir those days, and
looking down, just as the parson
gave out the first hymn, what
should see, but Martha Jane Pril.
die, with pelisse on finer than
mine ever pretended to be, and,
alongside of her, the very sailor
lad l had been dreaming about;
that sight made the Thanksgiving
slip, somehow, right out of my heart.
But was kind of proud girl al.
ways, so sang the louder, and 1
never waited minute after meet.
ing was over to speak to any one,
but | just called Sister Prudenco's
boys. "Come along" Father and
me were to take this children home
with us.
"Well,' said mother, when I went
into the kitchen, "lid the parson
give you a fine Thanksgiving dis
did you see at meet
ingi Has Seth Jones got home
yetr
"Dear me, how should I Iknow,"I I
replied, and straight up to my room
I went, to take off the pelisse, it
looked SO plain then, so unlike it
did in the morning. By-and-by,
came dinner, and l laughed with
the rest, made merry speeches too;
after dinner, we played with the
children hide.and.go.seek, run
round the chimney, and blindman's.
Duff, till it began to grow dark.
OTIS going to be stormy night
again." said Brother Sias coming
n, tive must hurry home." So ST.
ar's family were packed off, the boys
pockets loaded with apples, nuts
md popped corn, then Prudence
md her children went.
The home seemed still enough af.
jer they had all gone.
"We will have prayers now" said
atAsr; we only sung the Doxology
before the others left, because the
storm was coming up so quick.
l found the place in the Bible for
ather Just as 1 always did, l can
zee it all now an plain as picture.
de was q remarkable looking man,
ny father; his hair was as white as
he driven snow. Mother sat by
lis side that night, holding Mary's
)aby, little Sam standing by her.
Nary and James were opposite with
he other children, and Aunt Char.
ty, she stood behind fathers chair,
he always did stand up at prayer
ime, "because," she said, ''it didn't
eem respectful to sit down" as for
ne, I just crept behind the open
Ioor, which led into the keeping.
Dom, an cried all the time father
Yas reading; cried, when he pray.
d a THANKSGIVING prayer too; at:
Or that, we covered up the embers
f the fire, put out the lights and
aid good night. But 1 could MT
leep, my heart seemed, somehow,
ind of smothering me, so ! lit my
sndle again, wrapt myself up in a
hawl, aud sat down to read awhile.
Aunt Charity had way of opor;
lg the Bible and resting her thumb
q verse, and finding special CON.
,rt from the words. It was Gus.
I'm of her grandfather's; he used
, call it "Thumbing it," she said,
, l thought would try the same
,ing-and, what do you think,
iris! the words my finger rested
q we're, "Be content with such
,ings as ye have" I could MT
Ike them as anything but reproof,
n how discontented had been all
nat Thanksgiving day, just be.
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