The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-01-03

clothes, and q Stll1 smaller cnllu SlC'
ting, with tear-glazed cheeks, beside
the almost extinguished fire. The
room felt alarmingly chill, and when
Jenny spoke there was no reply, and
the figure on the bed looked so white
and motionless that her heart gave
loud thump of fear.
Hastily mending the. fire, she ran
up stairs, filed a saucepan with hot
/ water from her own kettle, and hurry.
ing back, began to bathe the head Of
the sick woman. To her great relief
Mrs. Denis presently opened her eyes,
and feebly muttered, "Oh, that feels
good.''
eI'm glad it does. Here, I'll dip
the cloth in the hot water again for
you"
"Is it you, Miss Forde? It's nigh
ty kind you are" =
"Oh, it's nothing" in business-like
way. "Don't talk. Keep quite still,
and your head IL be better soon.'
'It begins to be better already"
| whispered Mrs. Denis, after a few min
| utes' stiffness. "My headaches always
| 90 off quick at the end. But you are
| standing all this while. Nanny, bring
a chair, Nanny"
"It don't hurt me bit to stand" :"
declared Jenny. "Pm used to it.
Sometimes, when I'm cutting out work,
I keep on my feet for half day at a
time, and never mind it."
"Ah, it must be good to have plenty
of work" sighed Mrs. Denis. Give
seen the people going up stairs with
their bundles, and I'd have envied
| you, perhaps, only it was something to
/ be glad for that there was some one
had all she could do, even if I hadn't"
The patient sweetness of this speech
touched Jenny. She could not speak
quite steadily as she asked, !" Have
you no work at ALP" =
sNext to none. did a petticoat
for Mrs. Mallory-that's in the base
ment, you know-and 1 tried some Of
those slop overalls from Riggs. But
it's hard man he is, and only four
teen cents pair; and what's that for
days work? I'd take any thing,
though, almost, that [ could get, for |
want it sore for the children's sake"
"Now you must not talk--you real
ly mustn't" said Jenny, alarmed at
the flush which had risen in the pale
cheeks. "Do try and 60 to sleep. I'll
look to the children's supper. Don't
worry yourself about anything, and
tomorrow, when you're better, we'll
talk about work, and see what can be
done" ,,..
Ali her warm little heart was alive
now.
"What selfish thing amp she
meditated, when, after making the
children comfortable for the night, she
went back to her own fire and work.
"I almost refused that poor baby the
coal. Jenny Forde, I'm afraid you're
no better than Pharisee. You've
got into a habit of passing by on the
other side-looking out for number
one, and letting other people take care
of themselves. You may call it mind
ing your own business as loud as you
like; say you're pig" And her
philanthropy broadening under this
self-rebuke, a bright thought just then
came to her.
"Why mott" she said. "Mrs. Mere
dith's turkey is big enough, I'm sure.
It's a burning shame that I should
have so much, and they nothing. I'll
ask 'em all up to dinner, and give
them one nice Thanksgiving, as sure
as my name is Jenny Forde."
1t was like a fairy dream~te tne
lne.:o1h children iiiwf wfien next day Jenny
came down stairs with her invitation.
And what dinner it turned out to be !!
What traditionally delicious turkey! !!
what lovely cranberry! what a pie!
All! no one can thoroughly enjoy such
a meal, save those to whom dinners do
not come every day. 1t is impossible.
During the long evening Jenny
learned the history of her new friends.
1t was the common story Of widow
hood and poverty, with one brighter
features sailor brother, who had
been $50 kind"
"Poer Jim! if I only could know
where he is to-day!" sighed Mrs. Den
| is. "It's fifteen months since he sailed,
and never word all that time, Miss
Forde. He left all his back wages for
us-the blessed boy that he is. It's
his hearts blood he'd give me and the
children if he could. And it's well
off we'd be at this moment if it wasn't
for that sorrow Of a savings-bank,
which went and broke with all in it.
He doesn't suspect the straits we're in,
and it's am glad, for he'd fret sorely,
Jim would. His ship is a China ira
der, Miss Forde. Second mate be
sailed this time, and he's half prom
ised the first mates place if he goes
again. His employers think the world
of him. And why not? for there's no
one like JIM"
"How good turkey is!' said Nanny,
who was drying the time-honored wish
bone before the fire. "It's quite done,
Miss Forde, I think. May l wish it
now ?" !,
eyes. Take hold of one end, and
I'll take the other. Now re must each
wish. I wish your Uncle Jim would
come home quick, and safe and sound"
"Why, that's my wish too" scream,
ed little Nanny, as the bone cracked
and few asunder.
But neither wish was granted. Week
followed week, month succeeded month,
| b,,t M TTno1o Tim apneQrpd neither