The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-11-30
TITLES THANKSGIVING.


TITLES THANKSGIVING.
am sure Titles spirit must have
slid down to earth on sunbeam, it is
such a shining bit of spirit, always turn
ing its face toward the cheerful side of
events, as suntiower turns its disk to the
light
Most children, you know, are wise in
some one talent or trait, some one good or
bad quality that grows faster than the
rest of them, and Tillie, who is very child
like in most respects, and even behind
others of her age in her studies, is very
old in h"pe. Her sister Mary, though two
Years her senior, has not half Titles
courage, and is very much inclined to
croak, and if you could spend week at
their house, think you would laugh at
the funny likeness they bear to their
parents.
Mr.. Treadway looks out of the window,
and if there is a cloud anywhere visible,
he is sure it is going to rain; but little
Mrs. Treadway on the rainest day in the
Year is always seeing a Thin place some
where in the clouds, and is sure the storm
won't last much longer. If it still goes
on, she always says "how much this will
help the crops,' or the cisterns were
almost dry or something else that re-
minds you of refreshing drops from the
full reservoir of her grateful heart.
Mary studies well and is neat and order
~ and worries too much, and Tillie learns
from everything that flies and walks, and
is not as careful as she ought to be about
getting those dreadful three -cornered tears
in her gowns and pinafores, but she has
lovely trust in everybody's good inten-
tions, and she promises, with tears in her
eyes and no knowledge of grammar in her
small head that she won't never do it
agaln-never"
The two sisters sat in the nursery one
pleasant November day, dressing their
dolls.
"Oh! say, Mary" said Title, sudden
ly, lets have Thanksgiving dinner.
Why, we dl,oays have one, OF course.
Don't you remember last year it was at
Aunt Mary's, and the year before at
grandmotller's, ana this year it's going
to be-
ooh, dear" interrupted Tillic, edo
YOU s'posc mean our rcg'lar grown up
dinner. Course not. | mean one all to
ourscives.'
What for:' asked practical Mary
don't see any use in it "
Why, Mary Treadway, | should think
you'd be ashamed of Yourself, exclaimed
Tillie, pursuing up her small mouth in
great Indignation. Diun't you hear the
minister when he read that scrap of paper,
the procolntton, you know; didn't he say
had ought to keep Thanksgiving"
Poor Title. her eagerness destroyed
all traces of the educated society she was
in the habit of meeting. 81 don't keep
Thanksgiving much sittin' right against
the leg of a table and waiting for every
body to get helped, when am just as
hungry as bear. 1t just makes me feel
cross"
Mary could hardly help laughing at the
scowl that tried to keep tight hold of her
merry sisters forehead.
We've got such lot of things to be
thankful for ynn soo,n continued Tll1le.
II don't know whether we have or not,"
put in Mary. "You know papa's clerk
ran away last week with $780,
"Pshaw!' interrupted Tillie, "that
isn't much. Papa's got a new overcoat,
you know; and we've got our blue sacques
and white satin bonnets. l guess that's
more good than that old $500 IS bad"
Mary thought of that blue plush sacque
neatly folded in her drawer, and of the
cunning bonnet deity balanced on the
standard in her band-bo and was silent.
They just suited her, and were dear unto
her feminine soul.
Then said Tillie, lowering her tone
and growing confidential. "There's
mother, you know, I'm awfully thank
full she has wavy brown hair and real
teeth. What if she was like Mrs. Thorn
ton, with shipping bead-catchers all
round her forehead and make-believe
teeth! guess you wouldn't feel very
thankful then, Mary Treadway. Besides
that, Toms home''
"Oh don't speak of that, Tillie,' said
Mary, quickly, the tears springing to her
eyes, 6 You know he had to come home,
because he was so bad at school, and
mothers nearly broken hearted about
him. 1 heard father talking with him
yesterday in the library trying to get him
to write letter Of apology to the teach
ers. and he wouldn't. Pm afraid, Tillie,
Toms going to grow up wicked man
and be a-be-a-thorn in our flesh" said
Mary, with great seriousness, but some
thing OF triumph in the fine way she man
aged to round the sentence.
Tillie was stunned by this speech OF
Mary's. Tom was her pet and admira-
ton, and all the Thanksgiving spirit few
away from uer Qe8rC 1Or lew DrleI Sec
onds; but then she thought of the dear
fellow, and her usual cheerfulness re-
turned.
.'Well, Mary, don't you see we're
thankful we've got him anyway, even it
he is little speck naughty. He'll get
over it, maybe" Tor as Tillie said,
"nebbe,') land oh! I'm awful glad we've
got him-'cause he's the darllngest broth,
er ever was. Well both ask God to make
him mind papa-then he can't help doing
it, you see. Our dollies must come to
dinner, Of course, and they'll be thankful,
cause we're their mothers, and we're
pretty kind ones, ten times kinder'n Bell
Smith is to her dollies, and they ought to
be happy, for they might have been dar-.
key dolls just as well as lovely white ones.
Betty'll give us some bread and chicken
and pickles and cheese, and we'll have
my dishes.''
Well" said Mary; who was usually
dragged along by thewake Of Titles en-
thusiasm, and whose thoughts were still
busy with the disgraceful conduct of that
bad brother Tom. ~ S'&
It Was only two days before, Thanksgiv-s
ing. Tillie was as blithe as bird, fitting
here and there, and chirping over her
enormous preparations. Charlotte Ame-
liza had to be dressed in pink silk with a
white muslin over-dress, and all the white
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