The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-11-19


Mixes hopes were suddenly dashed to
the ground. Fanny met him the very
day before Thanksgiving, bending I'M
der a great bundle that he was carrying
for a gentleman.
"Got enough for the chicken?'' she
said, gayly, as she was passing.
Mike suddenly burst into tears.
"Why, what is the matter:?" asked
Fan, greatly aStoniShed.
"Mother slipped yesterday and broke
her arm, and-and-l had to use ali
the ~money-and We Sha'n't have any
Thanksgiving dinner. You know |
don't care he said, wiping away the
tears with the back Of his hand; I" but
I thought they would have such Il good
time" The tears came again, and
Mike hurried on with his heart heavier
than the bundle on his sturdy shoulders.
80 dear, | wish | could help them,"
said Fan, her eyes cast down, and her
thoughts busy. "But | haven't a cent
in the world, nor any thing that will
bring Il cent" Suddenly 4 new
thought crossed her mind. The chick
en-! Her own little chicken, on the
farm, 0 quite big enough to be killed
for Thanksgiving.
What, have her chicken killed? The
thought was dreadful. But there WAS
Mike, and his mother and sister; she
wanted so much to give them Il dinner.
She could have another chicken next
summer, only another would never be
that one, and she shouldn't caFc about
it one bit. Before the child got home
her mind was made up.
"NIother," she said, bursting into
the kitchen where the good Woman was
pairing apples for pies, Il want grand
ma to sell my chicken with the rest"
"Sell your chickcn!n
eyes; and | want father to lend me
rs much money rs it is worth, 50 | can
buy another chicken here; for | can't
wait to have that one SENT
Then Fanny told the whole story, and
when the father came home, he fell in
with the plan gladly.
Mike was the Saddc>t boy in the city,
| am sure, rs he fingered around the
corner groceries, and watched the mag
niticent orders OF fruit, and vegetables,
and poultry, Is they were put up and
carried off to the homes of the fortunate
BUYERS.
cts no use for Il Teller to try" he
said 20 himself; "evcry thing goes
against poor folks. If mother had been
rich she wouldn't have fell downO on that
old slippery pavement. | don't believe
God cares, either; if he had cared, he'd
a-helped me get 4 dinner for 'em III
how, when | tried so hard"
With all these dreary thoughts in his
heart, Mike couldn't bear to 90 home;
so he Staid out till he thought they were
sound asleep in the little room on the
third floor, back. But as he climbed the
stairs, near ten o'clock, he was sur
prised to see u bright light streaming
through the key-hole and the bic cracks
around the door.
"Why, Mike. my boy, what made
o stay out 500" exclaimed his moth
er. "Come here and see what Il man
left at the door, just now. Wen have
Il real Thanksgiving dinner, Tomorrow,
and my arm is ever so much better.
We couldn't bear to 90 to bed till you
got home and saw the good things
The mothers eyes were sparkling
with JOY, and the lame sister looked 50
bright that Mike, in his delight, ran to
her aud kissed her, and told her that
she was a real beauty.
""IIave You any idea who brought
these things, my boy?" asked the
mother, touching the plump chicken
with her left hand.
"Somc idea," said the boy, with his ,
face turned away from them; - think
| can find OUT
Then all three Looked oycr the con-
tents of the Thanksgiving basket to-
@cthcr-thcir hearts glowing with the
thought that in the great, cold, lone
world, somebody remembered
them and cared for them. ,
Good does care said Mike to him ,
self, us he settled himself in his hard ,
bed, land III never say that he don't
but I guess little Fan was his
GRAND girl" he added, laughing softly.
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