The Red Cloud chief., 1881-01-20
A THANKSGIVING STORY.

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THANKSGIVING STORY.
No ONE should be mean enough to
ask if this is a true story. All stories
are true stories, and it isn't likely that
any one would lie about what happened
on such a good day as Thanksgiving.
TO BEGIN WITH,
The widow Du Shay lived in a little cot
tage on the ground now occupied by the
House of Correction. The facts in this
story occurred many years ago, but they
were sailed down at the time and are
now taken from the barrel In splendid
condition.
Thanksgiving day had arrived. The
Governor of Michigan had issued a
proclamation as long a a hOe-handle.
the turkey-gobblers had been gobbled
from market and grocery, and every.
body was ready for a short sermon and
a long dinner. That's how things were,
and a war map would not give the read
er any clearer idea of the situation.
RETROSPECTIVE.
The widow sat down I'm her rocking chair.
And she drew up nearer the stove:
""' .wbcw" WIZ ~" WI" u" avn"
And IN. saL.s wr a., drovo
ne 'nanniui-ior "h"' mnSea MRS. Du
And 'dwa,,dn' n. a,enr ~ hasare The Now
Year,
L was begging from door to door"
She wiped a tear from her sparkling nose
And she thought of Du Shay i'm his grave
at 500 ~ VIZ"
finder the To.m-cr.e, wayo
NOTICE TO THE AUDIENCE.
The public Will please keep their seats,
as the performance is moi yet hall
through.
i've worked like a slave" the widow went
1--WE ,o,,ed both early and late.
I've lessened my food that i might get wood,
ana my conduct has ever been straight.
NJ husband is dead-my children are rome
NY house needs many repairs:
Some white man or mig has stolen my pig,
And my head IL is getting gray hairs.
SAME ONE.
Every adult person has read of the
poor widow who was compelledtO make
shirts for six cents a piece and furnish
the buttons and thread. This is the one
"Tvc nothing TO eat but cold pancakes.
nnd a SIP Oh .hree-sniiing ,et w,.r
crept
Under the door for to see.
~rve nothing 70 wear but an old black dress.
My bonnet is seven years old:
And to add to my woes, my pest pair OF
For a shilling couldn't be sold.
ssUhaptc,;;,cf uha Han q ,ntb,nn IN ma
wish was under tho vrornd--
wish ! was dcad ami his snr,nwful head
fEkfECTLf
You would have wished the same had
,-ou b,op i'm tho widow @ nl.ca Thanks.
GIVING is n bio tbino with fowl. and
oysters, and cranberry-sauce to back 1t;
but when you come down to three old
chairs and two old pancakes, it anoth-
er matter.
And the widow she wept and rocked away,
And me wind continued TO blow;
AZ the tonch "f the fiakeS of snuws
A CHANGE.
Human nature Is hckle. III 1t wasn't
there would he no Observation-Disclosures
80 ~ - r. -, ~, SLs.
finally concluded that cold pancake was
haitian than po,h;nr o,d that hor ola
~
mouse was superior 10 a coal shed Tor
comfort. She decided TO observe the
uay as wen as possible. she was warm
ing her feet in the oven preparatOry to
Starti,.r for oburob rha che fou
o.'i'hS i"i n"ien "neh ohe iehi
She feIl os,oen and she s,rned and sno-od
But never a pain did she feel.
AS fhR room grew nalm and tnG oven uOf
And almost blistered her heel.
AH Wb sne ulah ar bsRa p oil , une PETER ~ rn lland'
She heaved not a sigh tor coffee and pie,
And tanneis to keep cut the cold.
IL REASON WHY
sho uIuh I was vi acOoun. VI inc sur
rOuHdlngS. Its no trick at all for a
itoh "iuow " uteanh Vi heaven III
Angels anu scconu nuSoanu INT weeks
of bliss. but n Door lone widow with her
fa,t i'm tba ovap ia . difaront Stor,
However,
The widow Din Shay she opened her eves
On sights She Gould hardly helieyec
There WAS wood at the doorNsome ten cords
Az sha nouId ,,;,o ,,.,,,v orooro
f"'' p"""s pei0'f'c
A b,rra, Of n,rk-a whole ohos, Otto.
In The shed with n barreI of tiour.
Anu . pohne' was 'here' Win d dress Oh mo
Selected from some fairy bower.
shawl. stockings and 4 e,Ser dry goods GODS
In fact, such a STORE as she ne'er saw before
since 'ne aay sne moved out Oh the woods.
OF COURSE,
Her amazement was intense, and it was
half an hour before she could fully real
ize that Providence had thus rewarded
her for her resolution to keep Thanks
giving day, and be thankful for what
she had. Just as she had finished in
A gallant knock was knocked on the door.
In wakes a gent, as slick as a cent,