The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-12-02
MISCELLANY.

Thine, stranger IL LIES last and heaviest loss'
MISCELLANY.
OUR THANKS0IVIN0.
By SCOTT CAMPBELL.
] do not think We were regarding on,
blessings or feelings very grateful tha1
morning. remember grandma looked
up from her knitting and said, "To.mor
row will be Thanksgiving" and sighed
and looked sad. / suppose she wal
thinking Of those other festal days Of long
ago, and of tho loved and lost.
Then mamma said, Eyes Thanks
giving;" and she sighed and did not lool
in the least thankfu full; and was bad that
day, and remarked, II would like It
know what have to be thankful for =
which was very wicked indeed, as
found out before long. Bridget, thu
cook, was vexed on account Of extrs
work, and evidently thought she hal
nothing to be thank full for. And nurs.
complained because she could not visi,
her cousin the morrow, but must stop in
all along Of that fuss about Thanksgiv'
ing.
SWELL" said, ''this is an uncommonly
grateful household; perhaps tomorrow
had better be set apart to fasting and
lamentation."
Just then ''Buster" came stamping in
our dear, noisy sturdy boy, whose
other name is Ncddy-looking so rosy
and jolly, his cheeks red as apples, his
great black eyes full Of mirth and fun.
''Well, young gentleman" l asked, shave
you anything to be thankful for p He
studied little, then said, ''Why, yes,
my red.top boots and my tandy cigar
and-and = my new trumpet" ''All
good things" / said; "behold, one mem.
Der of this interesting family-lcast, il
lot ast-who counts his blessings and is
grateful therefor. Anything more,
dear T.
He ran to his mamma, and looking
sweetly into her face, said-"And you
mamma dear, and you, dranma."
Grandma looked over her spectacles
with loving tears in her eyes, and stroked
his curly head. I caught him up and
smuggled him, and said: "Our greatest
blessing is this precious nuisancc-the
one thing every soul in this house is most
thankful for is this little scrap Of boy!'
1t is true we thought every day of our
lives that he would make lunatics Of US
with his mischief and racket; But We
knew very we'll there was not in the
county such another well.grown, active,
handsome boy Of four years old. From
morning until night it was = constant
question, "What is Buster doing now, -
or, "What soiH Buster do next?" There
was no feeling Of safety or peace in the
house until it was said, Buster is
asleep" Full Of life and beauty from
the top Of his sunny head to the tips Of
those red.toppcd boots-how dear he was
in spite of eli the care he gave u.s.! But,
Notwithstanding his beautiful thankful.
ness, he was just dreadful that day be.
fore Thanksgiving. His pranks were
endless. Banished from the sitting.
room for his noise, he took refuge lathe
kitchen, and soon cook came in perfectly
exasperated, bringing the young man.
He had followed her into the slore.room
and the first she knew he was prancine
up and down the garden path playing
horse, dragging At his heels huge tur'
kcy-his lines tied to its legs. thought
the cook never would get over it. She
forbid him che kitchen for the day, and
she called him 4 ''Spalpeen.' Well
You would say that was enough for one
day. but the worst is to come.
In the afternoon Mrs. Lofty and he,
daughter from the city called upor
mamma. As she was going down tn,
stairs she noticed on every step streal
or splotch of -four; she did not stop t
inquire how it came there, and what VA.
her amazement upon going into the par
Tors to find, up and down, criss.cross anC
zigzag, all over the handsome carpets tn,
same. Back parlor, front parlor, halls
porches, steps, oil covered. How MANN,
felt. There sat the strange ladies, thei1
beautiful dresses tucked up to keep them
out Of it. What could it mean? sue
gested Buster. He came in smiling anC
cheerful, in the very best Of spirits, hi!
little seaside bucket on his arm nearly
empty, while he looked like . small mil
Ter, completely covered with -four. H,
did look so comical and so sweet and in
nocent that before . word was said ever,
one began shouting with laughter, Mrs
Lofty IS much - any one. he had crep
down to the kitchen and filled his buckle
from one Of cooks pans when she VA,
not looking. He WAS only playing tn
poor little girl who was carried off by
cruel giant, and who dropped ashes al
tho way. SO her friends followed IN,
found her.
After that he was in great disgrace
and we consulted, asking what should v
do with such = child Mamma though
he mast be- punished. Grandma shool
her head and was ''afraid he would com
to some bad end. Oh, dear! -
1t was getting near five o'clock, IN
papa would soon b. homo. Mamm
called nurse. to bring Buster. ''Indeet
mum, he's not with me. thought h
was here.'' = If If .
HE is probably with cook !. 30 fin
him; but Bridget had not seen hin
"lle has gone to the stable with James,
said hut nurse came back, and he ha
not been there. 1t then occurred t
every body that he had not been heard Q
seen for an hour Or more, : long time 70
him TO. be quiet. OF course he Va
'.around somewhere and W oil beRa
looking and calling for him. Some we,
sesrching for him II the grounds som
were calling, .'Neddy, Neddy!' NJ
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