Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-11-28
VOL. Sc. NO. 50.
TERRY'S THANKSGIVING
DAYS.

saw it covered with pare white
mantle Every sharp corner was
rounded and every dark and insight
ly object heaped with the feathery
fakes that fell thickly during the
night. The smoke curled up from q
thousand chimneys was tinted with
rose and purple py the bright sun
beams, and altogether the picture
was beautiful one to look upon, if
one might see il through plate-glass
windows and from beside a bright
fire. But in the street it was bitter
Iy Geld.
Little Terry sat up aud rubbed his
eyes. He had been sleeping End
whore thinksyon /? InSab cid wagon
filed with straw, which had been
pushed under shed, and the straw
had been his only covering that
stormy night. But Terry bad slept
10 many worse place and would
have been only 100 thankful to be as
luxuriously accommodated every
night. The clear tones of bell ring
ing through the frosty air. aroused
him, and he sat up; Il en- nestled
back into his bed of straw for few
minutes to think And when Terry
did think ha thought of a pleasant
home, which bai been his four years
ago-pleasant if it was only in one
poorly furnished room, for in that
room Terry and his mother had liv-
ed, and Terry had known love and
happiness until b was six years old.
Then his mother died, and the little
boy was left alone. A sad story but
one all too common among the little
news-boys of any OF our great cities.
IT'S Thanksgiving day, said Terry
to himself, Il saw it in the paper
yesterday Mother toll me about il
once, and ,7e had chick :or dinner
| don't remember VIVA, rs about, bat
it's good time, and IT, something
about God. I'm glad | know about
God Some o. the Other fellows don't
that's canse they never had no mo.h
or like me TO tell EN-. Thanksgiving
yes | remem Der little Of 1T now. Ii
was a day to thank God in, mother
said, an we went to church. l DONE
mean to sell papers to day I've got
fifty cents, that | earned yestei day.
I'll have somethin' good, an thank
God, too Guess I'll go to church il
| don't look too bad And Terry
sprang from his nest, aud shook him.
self out.
Pretty ragged be soliloquized
but may be can get in behind some
body where they wont see me- and
he rubbed his benumb bed fingers, and
made bis way out to the street. As
be approached the great church on
the corner, man came from the
Easement floor, and hurried in the
opposite direction swinging his arms
to keep himself warm.
'He forgot to lock the door, said
Terry to himself.
Il know him He's the sexton. He
let me go in and get warm the other
day, and | guess he would again. Sc
Terry opened the door and went in
1t was q little dark room, but the big
furnace was throwing out greal
heat and Terry rubbed his hands il
delight. After he was we'll warmed
he looked around him. A door was
10 the corner. Terry opened it. A
dark flight of stairs appeared, and
boy-like, he proceeded to explore
He climbed TO the top, opened the
door, and TO his amusement, founc
himself in the body of the church
The morning sun streamed brigh
through the stained glass windows
and the organist was playing softly
practicing for the morning service
The stiffness and the summer warmth
of the great place emboldened Terry
and he stole along over the soft car
pet, up the broad middle aisle, seat
ing himself finally,in one of the Grim
son, velvet cushioned pews. Terr,
| had special liking for that church
for he thought be could remembe
| coming here with his mother. O
this however, be was not quite sure
Soon the soft music and the war;
air made him drowsy, and the blac
curly head dropped lower and lowe
until it rested upon the cushions an
Terry listened dFeamily to the musi
which still throbbed in low wave
through tho church until be fe
asleep. The sun rose higher an
higher, ana bells chimed, the organ
| ist played louder and louder, bu
Terry did not hear. People bega
to enter the church, but still he sleT
on. The music swelled forth glor
| ously, and then ceased, as the minis
ter entered the pulpit. Still the pc
where Terry lay was unoccnpie,
save by the slumbering child. Th
vast congregation bowed IN pr ye
ADD the lady in the next pew sa'
Terry lying on the cushions. Mr.
GRAY was fashionable lady, an
was greatly shocked by the Sigh
but she had on her new bonnet an
consideration for her plumes woEl
not allow her to faint. So she onl
sank gracefully back in her seat, an
took out her vinalgrette ofcut gla'
and gold. Then it was that q ia
graceful lady, followed by tiny Ii
tie girl wrapped in snowy furs, wall
ed slowly up the long aisle, ADD Ell
tered the pew where Terry lay, t
started up in fright, just as the co
gregation rose, and the choir and Q
. gan burst into a grand Thanksgi
+ ing anthem. Mrs. Evans, and litl
Lille were of course not little su
prised to find their pew occupie
But Mrs. Evans, though o fashion
!. BILE lady, had heart and moreove
;. carried her wits with her wherev
: she went. 30 she quietly enter
5 her pew, unaware of Mrs. Grays cr
. cising eyes, and instead OF creating
scene by ordering poor little Ter
away, she gently whispered to hl
to sit down again.
:, He sank overwhelmed With co
+ fusion upon the cushioned footsso
: al the feet of the little maiden in b
little wraps. But as neither the
Q dy nor tho little girl seemed to bs
IS the least discomposed by his pre-