Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-11-18
THE NEW MINISTER'S SERMON.

1t was several days before Thanks
giving; but Aunt Milly Lovejoy was as
busy with her work and plans for cele-
brating the day Us if only twenty-four
hours separated her and our New En-
gland anniversary.
-. Have you ever thought, father"
asked Aunt Milly. stopping in her
meat-chopping and resting her hands
on the, side of the tray, "what good
luck we've had raising turkeys since
we concluded togive every odd number
to the destitutep"
swell, no, / can't say as l have"
replied Uncle Nathan, holding his pa
per to one side and looking pleasantly
at Aunt Milly. ave never had very
bad luck, anyway"
"No, l know that. But the foxes
and woodchucks used to trouble us
some. But for five years we've lost
only one; and I've always thought that
Tommy Goblet killed that, for Nancy
says them children are dreadful about
THROWN stones.'n
81 thought may be he did, too; for the
little fellow has been sort of shy of me
ever since the turkey died"
"1t's about time that we were plan
ming how to dispose of 'em. We shall
have eight to give away. Now, that
the RiggGes and Bookers have moved
away. / hardly know how to begin to
distribute them"
The family that moved into the
Booker house have two sick children,
and the father hasn't been in the mill
to work for morn week. May be a
turkey there would be acceptable. And
there is widow with grown-up
daughter and two small boys livin' in
the Riggs house. The daughter works
in the mill and the mother takes in
sewin'. If they were my turkeys
should send one there. Then there is
Sylvia Blackwell and old Peter Knight,
the minister"
"Tm going to send Tommy Goblet
one this year. They amt real needy;
but Mrs. Goblet is hard working
woman, and may be having neighbor
think of her when most everybody else
is happy will make her burdens lighter"
-" Well, yes, it would be right,
think" said Uncle Nathan, kindly.
"All the rest in the neighborhood raise
'em," continued Uncle Nathan, leaning
forward and looking exactly as if he
knew that he had done Aunt Milly a
favor. helping her dispose of her
turkeys.
ssss.Well, Nancy says that Blooma
Washburn didn't raise any this year,
and thought we might send her one,"
said Aunt Milly, looking straight at
Uncle Nathan.
"Blooma Washburn's husband is nv
enemy" replied Uncle Nathan, rather
curtly.
81 don't see. Nathan, as the quarrel
between you and Reuel Washburn need
hinder Blooma and keeping up neigh
borly courtesies." replied Aunt Milly,
the least bit of asperity in her tone.
"Well, mother, it needn't. Every
body in the neighborhood knows that
and that it wouldn't be my doin's, try
good feelin'. But, Mi]ly, it wouldn' t
look just right"
why notP asked Aunt Milly, fold
ing her hands meekly across the tray
and looking at Uncle Nathan.
"Well, it would look as if we wan t
of one heart and one mind, serving the
Lord"
"Christ says Love your enemies, ;
and this is a good way to show our
love-" said Aunt Milly, tenderly.
"Ohl well, shan't try to hinder your
doing as you please. Send Blooma a
turkey, if you want to, of course. You
know like to talk, Milly."
Aunt Milly looked steadily upon the
bed OF glowing Goals, as if studying the
right way.
THAT Christly command, Love
your enemies is for us all; but Saint
Paurs command to wives is for me. We
will act in harmony, Nathan, if we do
think different"
1' "Oh! well, dear, do Just as you
please. and I'll warrant it, II be right, +"
said Uncle Nathan, rising and reaching
for his oyercOat. which meant walk to
the post.office or some neighbours.
'i ''It does seem strange how Nathan
and Reuel do hold out in their differ
ence. And Blooma and | have been
prayin' all these years. Yes, it is five
years next November since they We
spoken to each other or broke bread al
Christs table; and it all grew out of 9
difference OF opinion. An argument
followed, and neither could convince
the other; then anger, hot words, anc
each declared himself independent d
the other. And to think how we useC
TO live. comforted us all through Ezra'l
sickness and death, and come to III
when their Alice almost broke theil
hearts by marrying against their wishes
OH il Is so strange There are seasons
that i know they must hunger for theil
old ways. and if they want too proud
they'd yield. o Father! will it Away
be thusp WIN Thy cause always suffer