The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-12-02

hitched his horse by the gate, that he
should ever 90 there to see Susan Stan
lev. When he came again, If Susan was
not with him he should ask for Susan
Brown. His heart was full of tender lit
tie memories Of long, sweet walks under
the starlight and kisses at the gate. and
whispers so low that only themselves and
the night winds heard them. Now those
walks and talks were over, and they were
about to set out, hand in hand, upon the
journey of life. "A good wife is the best
thing man can have, except a good
mother" Deacon Brown had said to him
that raorning, and James was just old
fashioned enough to believe him.
There were services at church at ten
o'clock and directly after they were over
James and Susan were to be married.
The old church filled to overfowing on
that clear Thanksgiving morning, and
many thankful hearts were there, for
Of her blessings. and the good people of
baskerville were not of the kind to be
unthankful for Gods favors to them.
Services were over at last and James
and Susan came forward and stood be-
fore the white-hared man Of God. Mis-.
Brown was close by and Deacon Brown
was looking on with fathlrly pride. The
Stanleys were there, too, feeling just as
much pride in blushing, half-frightened
Susan as the Browns did in the youngest
son of their large family. And there, on
that day SO full of happy, thankful mem
cries. the s'twain were made one hesh.'
Mrs. Brown cried and laughed and
wrung Mrs. Stanley's hand, while people
crowded up with congratulations for the
newly married pair.
"The dears!' exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
"How handsome they looked together.
didn't they, Mrs. Stanley!"
"rhe best lookin' couple I've seen in a
ong time, if one on 'em is my own
da ter" answered Mrs. Stanley, with
fond pride in her eyes. Kind motherly
hearts! She had found new son to love
and Mrs. Brown new daughter, and
there was quite room enough for them in
their affections. The handshaking and
we'll wishing were over at last, and Dea-
con Brown bundled Mrs. Brown into the
old red sleigh, with as many more as
could tide, and drove off home, followed
BY the Stanleys, who were to take dinner
with them.
wish could tell you about the din
ner and do it justice, but | quite despair
of doing that. Such crisp-baked, juicy
meated turkeys never graced Thanks
giving table before, feel assured, because
Mrs. Stanley whispered to the delighted
Mrs. Brown that "She never see the
beat. in all her life,' and Mrs. Stanley
had seen great many fine Thanksgiving
dinners and was considered almost as
much Of an authority on the subject as
Mrs. Brown vas, therefore was quite ca.
pable of judging, and her opinion must sc
great deal further than mine. The
yong generations Of Browns and Stan
legs, pecping in at the op-n doors of the
dining room, wondered how long it would
be before they got big enough to sit dowr
with the older people and not be obliged
to swat" On such occasions as this, te
"wait" was to suffer martyrdom. The de
lightful, savory odors Of nicely-brownet
turkeys. the bubble of sparkling cider
and the busy chink Of knife and fork
were simply tantalizing.
Mrs Browns pies and cakes and doagh
nuts and the many other good things hcl
skill had prepared for the occasion, wer,
admired and praised till she was perfect
ly satisfied that her efforts had PROVED
emnently successful, and Thanksgiving
had lost none of its old. time-honoret
character from failure on her part to d,
it justice.
ar God is willing James said, very
reverently, as he and Susan stood togethe
after dinner in the empty sitting-room
I'VE will live to see many Thanksgiving
DAYS as pleasant as this one
II hope So" Susan answered, and ther
he kissed her.
..lf God is willingr You see jaime
had another old-fashioned way clingln;
to MIN. 1t was to not forget that Goo
has something to do with Us. albeit he
lived in modern times when creed ars
theory would almost lead one to believ,
that people could get along without Goo
: we'll enough.
Tomorrow Thanks givin, but some
how | can seem to enter into the speri
of what sach day ought to be-. Mrs
Brown said, as she sat before the fire il
the November Of 1865. much the same a
she had sat there in the November o
four years before. and she wiped hel
glasses, which had grown dim with the
moisture Of tears.
IL know it don seem like ThankSgivin
season." Deacon Brown answered s,diy
''still we ought to be thankful for wha
we have enjoyed
''Oh. dear! oh, dear - cried Mrs
Brown. breaking down completely. an,
folding her arms upon the arm IF tn
rocking, chair she laid her head upon then
, and sobbed. Il can I be thankful whel
| think our boys gone--all the one "
had left to love and care for Us in cur OLE
age. TRY to think Of it, sometimes, bu
!, can't shut my eyes 'thout scein' hin
lyin' in the grass. dead or dyih'. Poo
boy Poor Jamie! know he though
] of you an me, an Susan. and sometime
, wake up in the night, thirkin' how Ills
as not he KEEP calm for us when he died
an we coutdn hear nor answer him, an
the poor boy had 20 die sill alone. so fu
| away from home Oh nv hay IN,