The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-11-25
THE THANKSGIVING DINNER.
A Newsboy's Story.

A NeNsboy's Story.
EBEN RExFoaD.
TIN carrier-boy ON the Times, yon know
Ben at the business four years or so.
Good deal q work, an not very big pay,
But g feller's an appetite most ey'rs day;
An he's got to eat, sn also 20 wear
Suthin or others But declare.
Seemed last Thanksgivin we'd starve for good.
An freeze-we hadn't stick o. wood!
Measles, they said had got hold o me.
I'D ben swaller,n' ginger tea
An this thing an that thing five orsix days,
An couldn't sit out to make raise
Mother, she sewed for the shops. an tried
To take keer O. me an herself beside.
But them with her rheumatic what could she do!
Tel We what, pardner, t made me feel blue
Seem her worry an plan an fuss,
To keep US in vittels, an bein' nuss.
When kn9wd she'd orter 1d BE- aetin IN, still
There's TO institution ever see
Quite up to mothers. That's my idee!
..We'il git through it some way" seq mother,
sez she:
The Lord'n Il take keer o. you. Tommy, an me;
I've finished the SEWN, an thatll buy bread ),
For tomorrow an next day. We shan starye,
she said,
begun to git better an soon's I could stir
was bound to go out with the papers hut, sir Is
Or you'll be down ag'in.'' Ten ye what, Bill,
| Comes mighty tough when yer legs seem to be
Bout as stout as . babys legs. hest up, sez
You work all the better when you git to goin';
I cant hev ye sick. for it bothers my sewin':
An know well enough if you don't wait, SEE
she.
THAT fiat on yer back az in you're bound to be.
Jest play yer d visitin' me for spell,
An see ef it don't help my boy to git we'll
Nov, when she say that so cheerful an clipper.
I'd pretend was dry, an make tracks for the
dipper;
ehohin'.
But tell We it cut me, Bill; that amt no jokin.'
The Gay fore Thanksgivin' her rheumatic come
see her a cryin' when peeped through a crack;
There was nothin' to est, sir. / knew she had
! The eyenin' afore that her very last cent.
| Esrnel,y she went out 'thout sayin' word
An as soon rs the stairs creakln' couldn't be
| heard,
pulled on my boots an, Igrabbed my old hat,
An Ill in tremble / lit out o that.
was weak as a baby when got to the street,
But made up my mind to hev suthln' to eat.
hadn't gone more than block an a half,
When my legs kind o crinkled-Gow, Bill, don't
ye laugh!
But / tho I 1 was dyin', an cried like a baby;
Ef YOU d been in my boots you'd did the same,
mebhe.
l xilted right down all Mt once, Just as weak.
hn aa hss hsgGfTf Te ss '
An, Niinks. of the Post, he's another. you knew,
! Got hold. an he CIV me q hist to my rect.
s1ay ynu look like Teller with nothln to eat.
81. lie. stompin' round. maxim everything clat-
To git hisself warm. sez I, That's what's the
n2attcr!"
Wall, Blinks got me home afore mother got
round,
saSc,snsrfrSf RipsS uS how good they u1si
smell!
I ct q square meal an it made me most well.
= Don't go out ag in for a week, Tom. SEE ne.
But didn't take stock III that, cause why, YOU
| When feller's nigh starvin' there's suthin' to
Al lie cant lay round loafin' Jest cause he
| feels blue!
Wher, mother got hack she was pale as q aheet.
| Set Up to the table, hev suthin to eat."
| Seq l. seein how she was hungry an FAINT
An completely discouraged. I'm IN luck, OF
!. Did the Lord bring il, Tommy sez she,
| s.Ihat depends all on the folkses' opinion, you
Seq + mighty cheerful. ''Ef the Lords hair is
You may bet yer last dollar he brought US that
bread! !" .,
Then. mother, sez she, "Ef the sparrow@ can't
'rhoPt ~. his KNOWN it, Tommy he'll care for US
| IF he didn't come here. he sent US this bread.
! An he'll never inrsake us, vel trust hlm, she
i said.
Tint eyenin' we sot in the dark. an, seq l.
| .tEf hadn't been sick wee a had a big pie,
An a turkey tomorrow, with stI1fiin an taters,
An felt Jest as grand Us the big folks with
"I.m thank - seq she. '.for morsai o. bread,
An my hoy to help eat 1t; what CT you was
| dead"
Then. mother, she hugged me up tight to her
An kissed me 50 loyin' got there an cried.
Purity soon on the stairs we heerd great clatter
u wonder sez she. what on a.rth Is the
matter"
"Thay re a comm here, neither" seq "seems
An : putin an blowin', who dye s'poss it can
Then somebody knocked, an she openad the
An !. hull lot o bundles rolled in the floor.
sThanksgivin'." yelled Biinks as he took to
his heels;
| meals"
Mother lit the laat candle, an what do you
think
We found i'll them bundles both vitte!s an
There was bread an pertaters, an sugar an tea
IA the fatte,st old turkey you ever cid sss!
Il made my month water to leot at it ALL
Tile Lord come this way, an he th"usht hs
Seq /. with ch;c!zla, an mother seq she.
= Here's enough for week, only smell o TIM,
| tea.
| Praise the Lord for his goodness.'' seq mother
"a seq she.
tell yen: what, Bill. that old turkey, Wit.
Dida't go very bad, with the teapot q putin
An maxim the *rcorn smell like hull bssis o
G2S.es,
A1' the bread an the taters deii l.in' our noses
Twas the i,slias. Tlienkseiyin' ever ts,ii Eaa
An them yitteis they went TO tie very rlsf
| a.ipt,
An the more et Of 'em the better got.
hats the right kim; O doctors strff, Billy. 10
| E.e.
i Lain't forgot BIinks yit, I,arl bless his Ain'
soul:
I've offered him money, Don't want it, Sc
III you sit good chance. help some feller
An see what good fun it is, that II do ne"
Our Young Ieopfe
TO a SUMMER ACQUAINTANCE.
Send ma by post lock of your hair;
Please send me Il lock of your hair by saall;
Knowing that you are as frali as far.
I'd like a sweet token that's Just as frnl.
One, icck isn't much-a bi. of your bang.
That's frizzesl in the morning and straight b
noon;
In sure il viii quite as prettiiy hang
With one lock gene; please send NE Ii soon,
Do mail it as soon as you can to me-
| might forget You before II comes;
| That you have forgotten lts easy 10 see-
| You've taken to one of the worst "luln-tums.
, You were seen walking with him last ight-
i Your hcspna friend. Claribel. told me 80:
7 .sf.o'f c..rta and don't want to fight.