The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-11-13

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| Fred and Jack Howard sat by the
window watching the snow as it fell fast
to the ground. Little Jack, in his kilt
skirts and long curls, mad great re-
spect and admiration for his brother,
Fred, who wore jackets and trousers,
and had just arrived at the dignity of
boots, though mamma had said he could
! not wear them "till snow came" That
was the reason they watched the storm
so eagerly, talking busily meanwhile.
Erred, when is Thanksgiving" asked
Jack, trying to make a picture on the
window with his finger, forgetting mann
mas reproof the day before.
Next Thursday" promptly replied
Fred, who was almost always ready to
answer Jacks questions, which, to tell
the truth, were very numerous; in fact,
papa called him 'dear little interroga-
ton point" but Fred loved him, and,
besides, liked to be appealed to, as if
wiser than Jack. ~
Glow many days till then?" contin-
ued Jack, putting some frightful horns
on the animal which had been begun
for cat.
"Six," patiently answered Fred, TAX
ing out his knife to sharpen his slate
pencil. :.
Il say, Fred" persevered Jack, tell
me what Thanksgiving's for, any way"
"Why, Jack, it's to go to church and
have good dinner" said Fred, who
had broken the nice point to his pencil
and was scowling little.
"And to go to grandpa's, if he only
hadn't died" added Jack, turning away
from his cart studies" to watch Fred.
DO they keep Thanksgiving in heaven,
Fred?"
Eyes, Jacky, think they do, of
course; but we go to church Sundays,
and we have tip-top dinners most every
day, if nothing happens, and we used
to go to grandpa's in summer time, too,
so don't just know what Thanksgiving
is for" he concluded, reluctantly.
I'm pretty sure about the eating
part said Jack, triumphantly, for
Budgets making mince meat to-day, and
[ had TASTE" laughing to think of the
size of the "taste;" but that can't be
all it's for. Just see, Fred, how it
snows!" and away went both boys for
coats, caps and mittens, as well as boots,
for the ground was now as white as
Bridget's frosted cake. The busy little
fellows had not heard their mother
come into the room, in time to hear the
last of their conversation. she was
pretty mamma, " the prettiest lady in
town." both boys stoutly maintained; a
loving mamma, too, anxious that her
sons should grow into good, noble men.
"They don't understand what Thanks
giving is for!" she said to herself, in
surprise, as she drew her rocker nearer
the bright, open fire. "They must find
out, and how?'
THANKSGIVING morning dawned bright
and cold; not snow enough for sleigh
ing, but enough to deck the fences and
trees in beautiful new winter dress,
and make home seem dearer than ever.
The Howard family gathered happily
around the breakfast table, tempting
with chicken, rolls, coffee and dough-
nuts and attractive with some of NAM
mas flowers at each plate.
$50 glad I don't have to 90 down
town to-day, little woman" said papa,
and mamma smiled back her pleasure,
when Fred said eagerly:
Mamma, who is the company we're
going to have to-day? When will you
tell us?"
They will be here when we come
from church; wait patiently till then,
dear" mamma answered, and sprung to
catch Jacks goblet of milk, which he
had upset while CALAMITY insisting on
giving her the rolls. After breakfast
the boys passed the time in playing
with the baby, till they all went to
church together. Fred gave Jack a
reminding punch when the minister
read: In everything give thanks"
and whispered, -" now I guess We'll find
OUT" but, though he listened we'll for a
time, he got no clear idea, wondering
what harvests," yellow fever" acct
dents and reforms" had to do with
" Thanksgiving" Jack occupied hum
self with counting the buttons on Char
ley SCOTS coat, and whispered to Fred {:
What comes next to 1872" wher MAN.
mas hand on his reminded him that in
church all the talking was done by one
person; and after long time, itseemed
to Jack, church was over, and they were
on their way home. Papa and mamma
walked in front, and talked about the
sermon and the singing. Fred and
Jack, behind them, wondered who the
company" was, waiting for them now
at home.
1t can't be Aunt Helen and the
girls, for they've got the humps, and
can't go out doors. Glad we haven't
got 'em, Fred" said Jack, skipping
along backward to admire Fred's new
overcoat, with so many pockets
Nor Uncle John, for he's gone to
see that pretty lady who was here last
spring." said Fred. Wonder what
he's gone tc see her for; wasn't she
lovely, thought" and here Fred forgot
his dignity, in good-natured chase
after a dog, in which Jack joined.
AS they went up the walk to their