The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-11-26

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the former q patient, faithful woman
the later 9 sweet modest girl, but the
idol Of his heart, was gone, and he seemed
to have little to llvelfor now. .tear ssla
aa."1 do not care to get rich" he said to
himself again and again, "now tina the
Is gone. Business may take care of it.
self. N0misfortune that can befsll me will
effect me now. ga 91izab 'E1so38 la
But Bolter was mistaken. There came
sudden rcverses. AT first he almost smil.
ed anthem, but. then came Others, and he
grew anxious. 4a'f $685. E@ 5a'a s55
Finally, affairs became desperate, and
ne thoroughly roused himself. But il
was idle. His goods were sc. zed and
sold; his very home was levied upon and
soon passed from his possession. He
gathered the little remnants Of property
that he had saved, and moved his 1am1ly
into modest quarters. Soon he was
forced to leave these for humber rooms,
and necessity at last drove him to the
fifth floor Of = tenement house, and start
go him out on the streets in search of
work for bread enough to save himself
and family from starvation. t ..5 ~. 35 r..
oh, how he looked back then, to the
bright days when he had abundance, q
cheerful home, q happy family; and how
he wondered that he could have repined
at such a lot. -a''' ID" s5,.
So the days went by, and another
Thanksgiving day came around. Sitting
by the dying embers in his bleak quar-
tiers, looking upon the pinched faces and
shiyering forms of his wife and daughter
seeing no hope for the morrow, the
strong man broke down completely, and
threw himself on his coarse bed in utter
despair. ss.s * III. z.... ee
Lying there, convulsed with the great
sobs which shook his frame. he heard
footsteps on tho stairs, and then there
came knock at the door. ri.
His wife opened it, and there stood
who but old Peter, with a basket of veg
etables on his arm, and IN his hand =
brace Of very fat fowls. ... . "a.
Peter took off his hat in the old fash
ion, and stammeringly said: ut hahn.
turkey, 'zackly, you see, missus; but it's
q pigeon or two for Thanksgiving"
Almost his very words of a year before.
and Bolter hushed his breathing as he
listened.
''You see," continued Peter, II got q
little work to do this week, and bein' az
tomorrow was Thanksgiving, thought
/ bring EN- round."s 0#~ ",r> -
"Bless his noble SOUL" thought Bolter.
"Could ] speak to the boss minutcs'
said Peter, glanclng toward the bed.
"Hes asleep, poor man." returned
Mrs. Bolter. ..'....'>. s.,. ..,-........ -: d:
swell, then, ycu can tell him when
he wakes up seid Peter, "that there's q
good place open for him now in Carson's
warerooms, and they told me might call
round and say he could begin right
away" Ho4s &sna a5t lar.~ ~a50
Ms. Bolter caught Peters hands in
hers, Florence began to cry, and Bolte,
lay perfectly still for moment, almost
afraid to breathe, but thinking that to.
morrow would be, after all, the happiest
Thanksgiving be had ever known. Then
he sat up on the bed, and with tears
streaming down his face, he held out his
hands to Peter, and said, God bless you,
my faithful friend. God bless you9" "a
And Peter grasped the preferred hand,
but IN q moment more began shaking
him most vigorously, and crying out
excuse up, sir; rouge up! What can be
the matter with your" s.+ e. .. '.'"4 80.
Then his wife and, Florence came and
there was more shaking, and at last Mr.
Better stood up and gazed in stupefed
way, around, not at dying embers, not at
Peters pigeons, bnt at three astonished,
though laughing faces, and at the we'll
furnished Office Of his own store. 3s7-
"Why will you never wake up!" 50,
Mrs. Better. :Here Peter has been trv-
ing for five minutes to rouse you, and the
dinner will be cold We came after YOU,
fearing you would be late, and Paul is
waiting in the carriage for us.'
"Paul T. exclaimed Mr.. Bolter. "Paul n
Yes, Paul; but we should never have
found you if old Peter hadn't been going
past with his pigeons and let US in
Comel'' 10 - .,saH. r.o ..-s !
And was this ,ndeA al a dreams Was
Paul spared to him as we'll as his home
and his business9 ,@&~ a4i > |a5@o9 20
Mr.. Bolter sat down in his chair once
more, and buried his face In bis hands
II thank God" said he, '.that all these
blessings, SO undeselved and hitherto
unrecognized, have been spared to me-
This shall be day Of Thanksgiving IN
deed. for me-" 49, ~. p
He turned, as he was passing meekly
out at the door, to Peter, who was fol-
lowing. and placing = bank-note in his
hand, said: s,gv s.fj b, ssegorq s,..a q
''Peter, there is time yet fora turkey:
if you can't cook it to-day, have it to.
morrow. / have changed NY mind, and
we will not open any earlier than usual,
Besides you can have! "a double holiday il
you wish. We have much to be thank.
full tor" And then he got in beside
Paul and they drove away. =aasaS s
= This is not q true story, but it ought
to be, it might be, it may be; yet to some
who read it, it will not be ,amiss to repeat
the prayer of Boiler, and say. I
"Thank God that al these blessings
so undcserved and hitherto unreccgnlzed,
have been spared to me. -.5,.
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