American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1876-12-02


just fdgeted the whole time"
"Then she want thankful, either, -
chimed in Johnny, j. sticking to his
point with . steadiness sometimes lack
ing in orators more fully f1edged.
"Don't forget to stop at the Widow
Bent's, :" said Mrs. Applebee, suddenly,
70 john, Senior, who remarked: "Dear
ME, yes. That chicken-pie! 1 had
quite forgotten the portion under the
seat"
ming to the door.
eel declared II it don't beat all! The
very thngiI hankered -after!" she ex-
claimed in a sunshiny tone. 81 might
have known, for there's the song and it
says:
''It may not be my way,
/. 1t may not be thy way,
But yet in his own way
The Lord will provide.
You don't know, you can't guess" and
q bright tear rolled out of the sunshiny
eyes.
81 supposed you were sick, not see
ing you at church," said Miss Burke,
solemnly.
@"Dear me SUI! no. But I never was
so thankful. I've had letter from
Tom. and he's coming to dinner. Only
think, he hasn't stepped foot in the
house since father died and left me the
old place-John's being feeble,
I suppose. OF course, we wasn't
to blame; but Toms quick and
somehow-an the brother I've got, too.
Why, I can't be thankful enough. 1
did hate to lose my meeting; but, you
see, Tom sent a turkey, and Mis- Carr
brought me some vegetables, and I've
he'd to fly round ev'ry minute. And
then, not knowing what time Tom
might be along, couldn't lock up, of
COURSE
"Tom never goes to church, I be-
lieve," interposed Miss Burke.
''No, Tom doesn't care much for
such things little cloud dropped
over the smiling face; ''but who knows
what the Lord may do. He's been so
good to me. I've been singing hymns
all the morning; and now here's this
pie. You see hadn It skursly any thing
myself. There's been so little vest
making this fall, and l couldn't bear,
you know, to have Tom think"
"We mustn't keep Mrs. Bent away
from her oven. Something may burn"
said Mrs. Applebee, pulling Johnny
into position; which operation Miss
Burke performed for her bonnet, and
then broke out with; 81 suppose she
really feels thankful
"I'n bet you'll" said Johnny, twist
ing around to get another glimpse.
:, Sand her songs of praise were as
much Thanksgiving as those in church
perhaps more," remarked Mrs. APP
plebee. 8s
81 didn't enjoy the singing. It's so
provoking not to have the organ open.
Oh! Mr.. Applebee, will you stop mo-
ment7 There's Molly Candish, and 1
owe her twenty-five cents. shall en-
joy my dinner so much better" And
the bays paved the ground while Miss
Burke fumbled for the, bit of scrip, the
same being in her purse, the purse in
her pocket, and the pocket under Mr..
Applebee. Il
You have long walk to church,"
remarked the latter to Molly, by way
of filing up the pause.
"Usually ride with the SWEETS, don't
you? And they don't observe Thanks
giving, it SEEMS" snapped Miss Burke.
|-"Mis' SWEETS cookin' turkey for
the Brewers. Mis- Brewers most gone
with consumption, an they want 60
in to hev no Thanksgivin' dinner.
Six children, too! Poor little dears!
Mis- SWEET heard of it, an went
right over. It's better'n preachin',
the way she's settin' out that table
Mr.. SWEET hitched mp to go to church,
afore they knew what a-takin' Mis-
Brewer was in to hev Susy come home
that's the Oldest girl. Works over to
Millville, an they thought they couldn't
afford it. But Mr.. SWEET said he'd drive
right over. There'd be empty cheers
soon enough. So, says to Betsy: The
walk won't hurt me, an it seems lee
tie more respectful to the Lord to go up
to his temple when we can. 1 got
wondrous paid this morning. The
hymns seemed uncommon nice, SO kind
of close, too; an somehow it's easier to
be thankful right in the Lords house.
Thankee! now Betsy can hev her
coffee"
"'To do justly and love mercy!'
You and Mrs. SWEET are keeping a real
Thanksgiving, Miss Burke" remarked
Mrs. Applebee, as they drove on.
"Yes-m. TRY to do my duty" re-
joined Miss Burke, complacently.
"And 1 count the Lords ordinances
one. think it's a shame that only forty
people"
7 1.-TWO of them. want thankful, ~
muttered Johnny, who was hungrily
swallowing every word.
Sim afraid there were three, John