Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1881-11-24


'cept my thanks If didn't.
"Your mother is right. DEAR" said
Aunt Milly. filling Tommy's pockets
and hands with cakes.
I'm glad I've 'fessed. Now you'll
love me same's ever; won't your
IL certainly will, dear"
Uncle Nathan had entered so quietly
that he had not interrupted the little
scene. and he had heard enough to con-
clude that Aunt Milly's turkey had GER
tainly made one little heart lighter.
That his own heart was touched we can
only hope and believe.
Laws bless u.s. said Aunt Cisely
Daggett. There never was such .
day in Hartwell rs that first Thanksgiv-
ing Day that Luther Wheaton preached.
There'd been just as fine days. just as
good roads. and Luther preached here
three months; but laws bless us, the
meetin' house was jest runnin' over
with hearers. Ishall never forget when
the new minister got up. The pulpit
sained like gold, m he shined more n
the pulpit. Miss Skies said il was my
notion; but tell you it warn't. 1t did
shine. m when he read the Harvest
Hymn it jest seemed like command
from Heaven; m his prayer was more
yet. There wasn't hardly dry eve in
the house; n when he begun the SER
mon l know the Lord was right there.
I know it. 1t warn't the words that
Leighton say hundreds OF times tina,
God ID never accepts divided heart.
For il We love not the brother We
have seen. how can ye love Me whom
he have not seen? And il there is
hatred in the heart Of one of my hear
ers. whose fault is it? Can you make
yourself blameless? Could YOU say, I
have kept all the commandments, Are
you all thankful, all praisin' God? Is
there nothin' between you and the
Throne of Mercy? Think. think if
there isn't sOmethin' you're harborin'
that amt Christlike. 1repeat. Think.
reflect, repent. act Laws bless US, it
seemed as if could jest see the arrows
Of conviction Jest flynn right into the
heart of every hearer in that meetin'-
house, when he shouted them last
words. n the first thing realized was
that Reuel Washburn n Nathan Love-
Joy were shakin' hands right there. Old
Deacon Whitney called right out:
Brother Wheaton. let us pray. Let
IS all give thanksr For bali an hour
tOn't believe any body ever heard such
,rayin'. The choir sung. and every
body that could sing for cryin' did. L
bought BloOma Washburn and Millv
-ovejOy never d stop. Laws bless u.s.
believe. il old vashfi Hovey d been
live, should jest gone n asked her
'ardon the third time for making faces
i her when was five years Old. be-
ause she said was as homely as
But, laws bless us! il was
lily like; but 1 went TO the poor old
romans grave and said over N over
hat l hope she harbored no i'll will
gainst me. There was such clearin'
p OF troubles that felt like clearin'
p sOmethin', too. and that was nj,
Ould think of jest then. No. I'll never
De another such day in Hartwell."
Il say, as Aunt Cisely Dagget said,
oming out OF church." said Obed, look
az out OF the window, "there never
1as such day in Hartwell rs this for
here comes Reuel Washburn and his
life home with father and mother"
You're jokingr' said Nancy, run
ing to the window. ''Well. 1 never,
THAT can mother be crying for now?"
Late Thanksgiving evening Obed and
ancy were sitting BY the kitchen-fire,
ancy with her hands folded. looking
cry thoughtful, Obed holding book:
ut, il stealthy glances are reliable. be
As trying to read Nancy's thoughts.
ut. failing. he leaned forward and
Iked:
do you regret"
No; l am satisfied" replied Nancy,
aching out her hand.
"Can l call this mine the next