Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-24
Il WISH I'D REMAINED AT HOME
ArHANKsG1y1HG STORY

Thanksgiving" said Mrs. Nett;ngley.
"Not if know it,
Mrs. Nettingley was close-fsted and
calculating matron, who lived in house
in stylish neighborhood in New York,
and was one of those who, of her maid of
all-work expressed it, would skin flee
to save the hide and tallow." Mrs. Net
tugly liked to make show, but she had
a deep-rooted aversion to spending
money. Aud entertaining company on
Thanksgiving day was one of the things
that could not De accomplished without
the latter cOncOmltant.
Mr.. Nettingley, little, weak-minded
man, who viewed his big wife with re-
.pectful admiration, looked obviously at
her. But. my dear said he, chow are
you going to help it? They've sent word
they are coming
I'll go to your sister Belinda's, up in
saugatuck county,"
Er. Ncttingley felt Of his chin.
'.They haven't invited u.s. said he
athat is not especially"
''Oh, fiddlestickH sand Mrs Netting
ley. ''Belinda's always glad to see me
and the children. And as for staying at
home to gorge Mrs. Badgerley ana her
SIX children, and Mr.'Badgerley's two SIS
ters, won't do it! Why, such turkey
as they would expect would cost So. at
the very least. Get me timetable,
Eettineley. SEND word to Mrs. Badger
ley thar I've gone away to spend Thanks
giving;
Mr. Nettingley, who never dreamed of
opposing his Wifas will in this or any
other matter, wrote the letter accordingly,
and putt in bis co4t-tail pocket, where
it remained. For he forgot all about it.
Mrs. Nett'ngley packed up her own
things and the things OF the four little
Nettingleys, ard took the afternoon train
to Scrag Hollow. in Saueatuck county.
"Mamma," said Theodore Ncstingley
the juvenile scions of the house of
Nettiugley all had Understanding appel
lations-'it looks all shut up and lonely.
I don't believe any one is at home"
ePsbaw!" said Mrs. NettiDgley, spec
pie il the country always live in the
back of the house."
And carrying heavy carpetbag in her
hand she trudged around to the rear door.
followed by Theodore, Lavinia, Eyange-
line and Gervase, each Juggling along a
smaller bag.
Nobody responded to her repeated vol
ley of knocks, but presently a little old
woman, who had come from neighbor-
ing cottage to the well for water, was
made to understand what was wanted.
Mrs. Peckfeld?'' said the little old
wonlan, in a high-pitched, shrill voice {,
which so often panies deafness
You's her cousin from the city, come
spend Thanksgiving? Well, if that ain
too bad Mrs. Peckield started thi
very afternoon for Ladd's depot; got som
relations as lives there"
THAT'S very strange" said Mrs. Net
tineEey. 81 telegraphed to her that was
coming.
"Cou, dn't a got the telegraph, guess, ;"
said the little old woman.
Bot Mrs. Nettingley knew better than
that, for under the corner of the piazza
there lay q torn envelope Of the Western
Union Telegraph! and she knew that
Mrs. Peckfe.d had fled from her, just as
she, Mrs. Nettingley, had fled before the
Badgerley family.
'But I'll be even with her, said Mrs.
Hettingley, grinding her false teeth, en-
go TO Ladd's depot. What are the names
OF her relations there?"
The little old woman, after some med
itation, said that it was Jones. At least
she thought it was Jones. She wasn't
quite certain. 1t might be Smith. Or j,
might be Thompson. But she 5ez5eued it
WAS Jones. And she believed they lived
On Thorn street.
It was long walk back to the railroad
depot, and the four little Nettingleys
were tired and cross, but they fortunately
succeeded in reaching it before the last
northward train started. But it was an
express, and didn't stop at small places
like Ladd's depot, as Mrs. Nettingley
found to her cost when she paid IS for
hack 70 take her back to Ladd's depot.
On inquiry it was found that there
were about half dozen families Of the
name of Jones at Ladd's depot. The first
place to which they drove, on Thorn
street, was tenement house, where they
all had the scarlet fever.
@ot, my!"said Mrs. Nettingley. "Drive
on. 14lck. This isn't the place!''
The next was clergyman's house
where full-aedged prsyer-meeting was
going briskly on
This isn't the place, ether" said poor
Mrs Nettingley, waxing more and more
in despair.
And the third was vinegar-faced old
maid, who lived with her married sister,
and never had heard the name of Peck
field in her life.
what shall I doa" said Mrs. Netting
ley.
Better go to a hotel, ma'arn," said The
hickman, who himself was beginning to
get out Of patience
'But it costs so much" said Mrs. Net
tiagley. "And tomorrow is Thanksgiving
day. Is there train goes back to-night?n
sTo-night?'' said the hackman. s'Why
its past II already And my horses has
got the epizootic, and couldn't keep 'em
out no longer, not for nobody. But !.
s'spose could take you to the 10 80 night
express, for little extra!''
And this moderate specimen of the
tribe Of hackmen consented to be satis-
fed with So.
"Maw whispered Geryase, s'1 nere are
we golng2"
Home" said Mrs, Nettingley, pro-
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