The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1880-11-26

long table With = great turkey for the
cenierpicoc. and ihe house rang With
gas voices and laughter HmonE wh'rh
Harrys Was the narrrirst ~ ALL ONLY
last Year Jane Ms rs ia her. but lpDkiny
ir0sn her window ac-nss the hill~ she
cnn see The White stones cleaning in the
little burning ground where the
aniainn lravr~ are driilin< pvrr JAMS
grave. and Harry Il !. 'hrre 1ear-
since she his Arard uf him- threr years
thar she has been secretly prAging tsrsi
that H.. her taby. her darling ha- folnl
the same quies rest and nDW Eixaherh
IN " Wisconsin, and james AMI Luther in
IoNA are ur-ing her - Axave raAe old
farm and cyElr 10 them NJ. >le ran
nj live slsne. but they H. rot knDw
whas rhev AK Leave the Oil h1I~e-
the home 70 which Ss.r came = : hFile-
the rooms where she sang luitahr- 10
her babe and folded the hands ~ her
dcads And % absorbed in memory A.
she draws ont the lirrle rosind table and
spreads il for the solitary meal Il i
not stranre that she dos NJ. he1r = step
coming through the dy lear-> IA the
lane. = siepthaf pzu<es by the Little brook
and again n the bar5erry bush that
hesitafes n the gale and. c0ming softly
up the IA walk Ills the lsfcn slowly
and gently The wi1Ow hears that
Some neighbor Is coming in She will
put on another plate But il i no
neighbor's face thai g-rets hers n she
looks up The plase land il i one Of
her best China too falls 10 the floor
in fragments and she walks orer them
all unconscious. and the chicken in the
ven gives many : warning spurrer. be-
fore she is aware Of ANYTHING - the
JOY that this. her son thai wss dead j.
alive again Was lost and i found
There might have been gayer. merrisr
Thanksgiving dinners eaten thar day.
but hardly one Of more heartfelt hap
pine~s than that in the wide. lOw-ceile0
kitchen with the November afternoon
sun shining through tie tiny-paned
windows shaded BY the scarlet fierked
bitter-sweef vine; where blue jars and
. late robin or TWO chartered and
tluitered over their Thanksgiving True
there Is Z stain of shame ~ IN hOnored-
~unta-ni>hei ane and the shxsl0w II =
disgrace that time nor Frnitenee can
never wholly wipe aw2y- bit there i
the humility that springs il tn StiEI
valley Of humiliation. the strength that
Is born of trial: and the conienr@xlness
Of = heart that has founl irs rest
That was four Years AGO This sum
mer the Hon Mr. HAriev IN = trip
among the Massachusetts, hills Fas~l
through the gate rolling IN Il clumsy.
wooden wheels. up the gSassr- shady
lane. past the gnzr.ed old ortAarl AMI
thread II . brook past the -arlen with
its spreading barberry- is spscery
smell Of aromatic herbs. is bees hum
min- under the plum trees W the Al
row stone walk under In tall walnut
trees q the kitchen door. AMI the joy-
Gus greeting "a the sun-br0wned Young
farmer. whose smiling face still sh0ws
lines of rain and conflict seldom seen
in enc 80 Young. There l. greeting
no less hearty. If SILVER. from the
blnshing Young wife and the very
Young gentleman IL VERY long dresses.
who i introduced IS Julius Harley
Brainard. But best Of 81 is the wel-
come Of the whire-faced- white-hafred
woman in her arm chair by the bi-rer-
sweet shaded window with her great
Bible open on the stand beside her
Yes she szi0- in her street. weak
voice. Il am glad TO see Won before l
20. ani thai viii not be long. but / have
nothing more to ask have lived 10
see my son restored 70 me shall end
nv life in the old home among the old
friends The good Lord has granted
me every wish. and since that four
years ago AL my days have been
Thanksgiving dsy<--C1pslaad Hr-