The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-12-09
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Meath her lashes SO brown.
would We like me to drive, Misther Ted7"
FARMER NEWTON'S THANKSGIVING.
mo Thanksgiving keeping this year,
abastyays not a bit of it in my. family"
aid Farmer Newton, as, with frown
lon his usually good-humored face, he
8aspped bis whip ruthlessly among the
Ase ssters and. tall grasses that, spite
9B#irst frosts of autumn, still fingered
abf the roadside. 1t was a Sabbath, early
aiAgyember. :. The minister had read
5Ae Thanksgiving Proclamation at both
morning and afternoon Service
] Quite unnecessary to repeat it; once
vas enough for a year like this,',' the
Ihrmer muttered. "Who is to observe
athe day, would like to know-none of
my folks, for certain" ~ f,.e L.
Not keep Thanksgiving day?''
/ Xehoruss OF, youthfuf voices echoed
THE words in shrill accents that broke
zdiscorlant natures sweet Sunday quiet,
and woke up into sudden trills of song
the few birds that had not flown south
ward, away from New England's bleak
winds. '''3''F'. '''''7+ i''54 ~ .'saASls's
No. Farmer Newton repeated, and
then, with a darker frown and harder
note in his voice. he added, 81 would
like to know what we have got to give
thanks sfeg?a ands the farnser, won't to
sbe so circumspect on the Sabbath day,
laughed loudly, a laugh empty of the
musc ofia glad heart. for'it was bitter
and derisiye and ended in murmured
words that. only his wife, who sat beside
] him, heafdsg i 'sS% sFSfxfEsfsts&'S
She made no reply, unless there was
IN answer hidden in the gentle touch of
4 her hand on his knee-a caressing sooth-
ing little touch, that only woman who
loved could have given; and somehow,
enderness so wins tenderness. Farmer
Newton straightway stretched out his
7eFn hand and laid it on his wife's and
then' with a quick glance exchanged
oelYee1 themz-a glance of sympathy
non she wife, Of love from the husband,
AIRS Newton turned to reassure the
children in the back seat, saying,
Wait, little ones, till the day comes
and then perhaps father will find, after
aL,9Eessaq keep a Thanksgiving, even
though The times are So shard,," and
gnMthing like a sigh crept rinto Mrs.
Newtons voice as she added, "Wait.',,
,ssMatl 1twas such . common word.
with her, IF you only watt" she was
wont to say; ''things are often not half ]
70 Dad as they look in anticipation.
Nalt and often you will find cloudy
a9rnlng 9rnI ends in a sunshiny noon"
True enough, :" The farmer had often
lepned. to her and only few hours
aler 'heF met her gentle remonstrance
% wait and perhaps things would
O5gnetens with the same. words, but he
Saed, 81 wish you would tell me how,
hoityts 'actaf3- s1tt33la1E5 .e5HSI.S
iney were sitting together in the
tneeriul sitting room that opened off
.sm the great kitchen. The children
h haa gone to bed. The "chores" had
oeen done for the night. The shining
faas IN the cool dairy were full to the
WIN S Rath snowy milk on which the
''eam was already beginning to rise.
Az An ar Of comfort and plenty lowered
aver Si. everything, and seemed to contra
u;S' u;, The farmers words. The wood
Ple stretched Straight and high down
y the stone. wall eastward of the
lsuse' Ivy The great barn to. its highest
sas,s as was full of the sweet and new
a ao'n hay of the summer harvest. In
~s cellar. barrel after barrel stood
sas, ssaea with rosy-cheeked apples, rusty
uns.d rsuss ana winter pippins, huge piles of |
sssaa'~'psfmpkins, sa out in the fields, lay
l. sue moonlight, shining like golden
psi fnll-grained ears of corn we're
ping through the chinks and crew
OF the corn-crib. What. could
smaa sner Newton mean by calling the
saass ass :. hard" by saying, when all
bs 'nleasc n g prosperous, that there would
Gs' !. ~. thanksgiving keeping for him or |
bo..SsR SPY year2 In. the quaint side
,osA roa'u mat stood in the corner of the |
Io.. n mere was q drawer where was
aAae book that held the answer,
linz nlach, u. Worn book, that contained |
farr.I %'er line of figures-a book he re-
and e9 e9 70 as ne said, !. Twill look it over
tbo.sma aJa up the figures once again, Molly, |
M .gI 1 am sure as sure can be there is |
vb;eL ;Ls.axSe; an sure Isay, that. the line.
trnn' x.a seils how much | arr to receive
j IN y 'ne summer crops falls far short
sn 'a'erast due to Squire Forbes.y
Sen. Spo not look at it tonight" Mrs.
e,"a sa'oh pleaded; 3. do not let Mondays
drsr @ .si creep into Sundays peace, An
~s%.sisWoL bHs Ig51nli54a W
la.ay. Molly" the farmer replied,
sg at the little woman tenderiy,
nna, s care s has been in my heart all day;
lsasass lsasw y could not put it away when
'sSaed SATURDAYS work" /