The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1880-12-04
JAMES WARNINGS LESSON.

"DEAR me, 80 tO-mOrrow's q holiday!
What senseless things holidays are, for
people like myself! Not q relation left
NOT friend VINO cares for mel"
"Who's fault is it?" asked con-
science. But James Waring had so
long silenced conscience that its voice
was hardly audible, and he pitied him.
self, a. was his wont.
" wish there was something l could
DDS there no business that can be
transacted on Thanksgiving Day? Let
ne see," and he opened his letter case
IN search of something to help him.
.Ah; here's the very thing! Thornton
writes me that he's not received any
,sut from his cottage for the last SIX
months, and suspects his agent Is not
decided enough with the tenants. That's
n! III 90 there tomorrow, and II the
rat isn't paid by the first-out they
sha|l 10. Well, I'm glad there's some
thing 70 do hate hOlldays!"
IKE camel coal fire burned brightly,
and the elderly man sitting in front Of
III cheerful blaze gave himself up to
DRAINS, as was his nightly custom. But
= his Thanksgiving Eve his visions
Ipek strange forms. Instead OF living
ever the last historical scenes OF which
h had been reading, or laying fresf
plans for greater business ventures, hi
mind wandered back into his own past
He saw a little boy eagerly pleading fol
The entire charge Of the poultry-yard
sure that he "cOuld make money by 1t. '
A year had passed, and the boy, but ten
years old, was proudly showing his &C
count TO his father and mother; there
was clear profit Of nearly twenty-five
dollars.
The father had praised and encour
aged the boy, but bis mother said ittl'
and looked anxious. Years went by
and the boy Is at last sent to take posi-
ton in the city. He does not 60 penni
les, for he has earned and saved till hi
bank book is an important part OF hi
outfit.
"Oh, my son, what part have yO'
given to GOd?' asks the mother, an
Ne boy, who cares little for God, bu
would iain please his mother, makes
great effort, and for her sake parts wit
some Of his dearly loved savings.
"Spend this for your poor, mother,
~ bis parting words.
"Oh, James, II you would but hav
yeus poor! You are going to . cit
Whsre there il much want-real dest
4 teion-learn the delight Of giving"
For years those words, the very 10
~ bic mother ever spoke 10 him, ha
oeea forgotten buried deep and covere
ever BY money calculations and busine
plans; aud now hs was vexed 1t D
en- memories.
Il "Poor mother! II she could ha'
lvsd till I really could afford TO give.
veuA have been different; but just
was getting comfortably on-iu
vhsn I had at last made up my mind
tahs . good holiday heard Of b
esaah. Il Il any wonder hate no
1s7:. IN soso bed, and forget tho
~ - Uu1o0."
DIT one does not always hnd torg'
Nh lasss In sleep. James Wazing We
IN stzsst toStrest, looking for tho q
/. ~ where hs Wa 70 collect the rel
"a ASssnsd 10 him that again and ~
- Mw the place, and each time . voit
Ia aneoly familiar N IL tones, Won
-, ID not let him find n yet; OBJ
- ~ poor he might have helped,
- y throws away this chance" .
~ u would suddenly hnd himself
q 80 a ~ iew homes Of he poor Il
= - dsalinN With.
IL irsl NJ bio WasherWomAnS. S
~ always seemed . very respectful
e!tly person to him, and certainly
- paM Asr regularly, though hs =
1soll 70 make an arranGement By
-, instead d paying BY the pie
1ceAsr can't you rest t0-mosTt
s & hep one holiday" asked . b
svloeatly Tie Widows son.
:" AA, yes, mother," pleaded The
- Tie other side Of her mothers II
eaole, "do rsst Tomorrow. Lei
- real Thanksgiving Day-chu
l''ss' se''' and d'''''-'' W ''''
As 0 children, don't ok me-! n
y eoal in the box, aad Mary be-
- .lor winter; and you, John, y
- . ovsrcoas, and there's tho =