Daily Republican., 1882-06-22
GIVING THANKS.
The last week in October ,

AS a general thing, nature is n,
bounGiful with her smiles these shor
dreary days, when the world stand
shuddering on the threshold of winte
But this particular Monday was full ,
balm and sunshine; the air sweet wit
the indesl RI ibable perfume of the color
ed leaves which were drifting up alon
the roadside, and collected In rustlin
layers under the stone foundations {
Exmouth Jail.
Overhead the sky was blue as saI
phire, and here and there along thi
wood. path a stray flower lifted It's pur
pie eye, the last linserin & relic OF tn
golden Septem Der glow.
Doctor Fitch rode along the lionel.
bride, path, the sound of his horse
hoofs on me dead leaves remindin
him vaguely of the days, long, lon
ago, wien he was a boy and secured
these very woods in search of nuts, an,
hunted squirrels and chipmunks, will
delight which moose and red dee
could not give him now.
"If one could only be hoy forever,
said Royal Fitch.
"Hallo who's that?" as his hors,
SHE'D slightly at sight OF a slen de-
figure, sitting on q fallen log, few fee
back Of the road.
ooh, it's you, Mary Trefoil !"
"You got your discharge this morn
ing"
Mary Trefoil looked up dars
eyed, pallid faced woman, oftwo OF
three and twenty. Doctor Fitch know
her very we'll. She had beeu in Ex
mouth prison three months for theft
and during two of these three months
she had lain nearly at the point Of
death, in the hospital ward, with low
lingering fever. Doctor Fitch was
rather proud Of the skill which rescued
her from the jaws OF death. He stop
ped his horse and looked ut her.
eyer, SIR" said Mary Trefoil, spirit
lessly, I've got my discharge"
"And where are you going now?"
"I don't know, sir"
"Where are your friends % he asked,
not unkindly.
~ have none. SIR"
"But this won. do" said Doc tor
Fitch, noting the troubled light in the
girls eye, the deadly whiteness of he r
brow and cheeks.
"Look here; you must 60 somewhere,
you know. You can't sit here--Can' t
YOU think of any place where they
would give you food and shelter for a
few days, until you get strong?"
Mary Trefoil shook her head. She
did not seem to be at all interested in
the question. Doctor Fitch's horse
reac I'd up his head and browsed on
the green leaves of wild grapevine,
which the boughs of cedar had
sheltered from the earl 2 frost.
Doctor Fitch himself sat like
statue, and looked at Mary Treotil.
"A social problem, he said inwardly.
"And she must be solved, can you
walk q mile?"
~ suppose so, SIR"
"rhen walk Dy my horses side. l
know good OLD lady who wants a
,irl-Perhaps you may suit her. She
iced not know who you are, or whence
'ou came"
II didn't put myself in Exmouth
[ail," " suddenly retorted.
"And have told one story from the !
had nothing to do
With the silver. Ididn't know it was
here, until the officers dragged it out
'efore my eyes"
"The law thought differently" said
Doctor Fitch, who, as prison physician
lad heard these protestations OF limo.
ence from scores Of lips before.
However, that Is not the question
re are discussing just at present. Will
ou try TO deserve my recommendation
l give you one"
"Heaven helping me, sir, l will! |"
aid Mary Tfefoil, evidently affected
y his kindness.
She walked beside the horse for some
tile dista zee, until, down a side road,
'hich seemed to plunge directly into
he woods, they came to an old gray
one house, all mantled in scarlet
'eepers, With background of gnarled /
pple-trees, and the whir CT a grist-
ill sounning somewhere in the back I
round like the ceaseless hum of some {
gantic insect.
GOOD afternoon, Mrs. Glover - said t
octor Fitch. I
Have you suited yourself yet with t
girl?" c
"No, nor ain't like to-" said She i
"Betsey Keene. she's 90 ne into the i
illiner's trade, and Lncy Hovey, '
le-" r
"Well, l We brought you ene," said I
octor Royal Fitch.
Como here, Mary This 's Mary l
efoil," with aquick glance at the d
ent girl. c
II know who she is, AMI l can r
swer that she will do her best to t
ease you and make herself useful"
''Indeed l will, ma'am," said Mary, y
a low voice. 8
'Folks live about here ?" said Mrs.
over. \
I have no relati ces," said Mary. c
II come from the northern part of
8 country" a
'All the better" said the old lady g.
iskly. c'
'You won't have no followers. Well a
sry, l won't deny that I'm awful
I'd to sec you, for I'm pretty nigh Of
,kered out with doing all the chores
7self Tc-be-sure, my son Daniel Q
Ips me mornings and evenings, be M
. he goes to teach district school b1
he's a scholar, my son 10 with con n,
GUS PRIDE pt
And father, he does what he can; al
t a man can't do much besides tend W
grist mill in a place like this. Yon "a
ok little white and peaked, but"
'Oh, she'll bs all right in this pure be
, with plenty of your new milk and
ne made bread !" said Dr. Fitch ut
,erily. or
And with a whispered word or two
to Mary Trefoil, he
% away. ch
IN Thanksgiving day, nearly a 30
nth later, he came back. m
Halo - said Doctor Fitch.
Why Mary, you look like a differ. 81
creature " M
frs. Glover had gone to church,
h her son Danisl aud Father" oil an
lismayed by the occasional fakes of va
" which were beginning to futter
he air, aud the no Wing of the wind he
vn the glen.
rarv Trafnil waa trimming aronnd the be