The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1882-11-17

ret her to send EN- something down.
We couldn't 10 that" small Patty
answered. decidedly. 'They cant ~
ford ID DO much extra. I'm afraid.
George. lou know we ~ quite cxrcn-
sivc, our keepin | heard Old Mis- Gran
dali tell Mike %.
Miss Crandalrs a gossip. Uncle
Anlasa says"
..But 1 know we ort.' poor Patty
went Oh. .'Aunt Polly amt had M fall
bunnit. yon know. an she does her own
washin' since we come. I'm afraid We
cost EN- quite 4 deal"
"Well. what ShsN we dop' George
cried. desperately. and giving the lame
turkey 4 savage cut over his saucN tail.
=. don't know what you'll do,, WA
Polly's calm response. hut shell give
that Melia every smitch Q my turkey
next Thursday. So there
There was another pause. aud then
George remarked. with agreat showing
OF GOODNESS: well. all right. An I'LL
take Sally my turkey an ~ my pump
Kin pier
.oh. you dear George began his
sister. and then broke down and cried.
What air o Children whisperin'
about" qnericd Aunt Polly. coming
upon the two. sitting side BY side on the
wood-pile. later in the day.
Patty>hesitatcd. Good and kind rs
Aunt Polly always was. her sharp eyes
and sharper voice were awe-inspir. NJ
I'd her small niece. But George. whose
bravery was the glory Of his sis
ter. looked up At the tall woman with
his fearless gray NE and told the story
OF that mornings adventures and their
re solution. adding:
IAN we we're lust a-wonderin'. Aunt
Polly, how we'd get the things down
there. an n you'd lei Mike 20 with Us,
may be. cause You know you say You
don't like rs 70 20 where you don't
know the folks"
..That II be all right" his aun' said.
simply. IAN I'm glad you thought 81
il. children. Its more blessed 70
give YOU know, George. | wish you'd
get me some chips
50 she turned the subject then: but
that evening, as Mr.. and Mrs. Andrews
sat together v 4 he Kitchen fire, with
their charges asleep up stairs Aunt
Polly tetold Georges story. keenly
watching her husbands face a. She did
so. although her eyes We're apparently
fixed upon her knitting.
Uncle Amasa took his pipe out II his
mouth and drew a long breath. Bless
them children" he said. heartily. 81
vum. now. Polly. that makes me feel
putty small-don't il yon2 To think
y their thlnkin' Of il. an they alookin'
forward IL Thanksgivin'- day 50 long
..Nell. what kin we do. AmasaN'
was his wife, quiet question.
..MasSy. | don't know. But wei
send that widder her dinner an, way,
an we won't rob them little Children q
theirn neither"
. But. Amasa-Aun Polly laid
down her knitting "don'tyou zee thai
won't be the w flern'S giyin'p / don
want TO take away their dinners, deal
knows; hut 'twouldn't he right. afteI
all. Won know. for them To be gen rou'
and keen their turkey. too
Uncle Amasa unused a moment
..That's so," he said. ruefullv. AZ last
/ ..ItcIl W. Polly. woman. we i give Zen
the hull turkey. an Wen throw in III
\ pies. guess we won't starye on bacoi
an cabbage. an on Christmas III
| manage sos they can hev q turkey. IN
we, too. I love my dinners much Y
+. the next 'un. but ! swan TO maSsy then
babies u onrn make me feel putt,
. small putty small
I And gathering mp bis boots aud pipe
4 Uncle Amasa strobe on 10 bed.
\ And 80 il came 70 pass that "
THANKSGIVING eve George and Patty
accompanied BY Uncle Amasa. no
Mike. again followed the lame tnrke.
under the hill to Uncle Jakc's old place
But this time the rccreant fowl WA
q borne on their mnclc's shoulders, in III
\ huge market-baskct. in company wit
/. potatoes and onions and golden pies an
a rosy cranbcr1ifs: in short. with the PAL
~ Thanksgiving dinner.
a Uncle Amasa first placed the baske
2 On the cracked doorstep and then ,
y and George concealed themselves in III
! darkness behind the brush heap, Will
n Patty. the lightcst and flceicst Of III
three. knocked az the door. and the
> ran swiftly to the common hiding
place.
II Afaint streak Of light came from III
4 doorway a. Sally appeared holding
q tallow candle aloft. A moments =
lcncc while She stared at the basket. an
y hHtcAth@ ~ tNF'viNH th' NoAe"h'
y then
. "Oh, mother! 'Mclia,- she screamed
-.it's 4 turkey. and it's pies. an'-ol
. come quick an see
There was the hurry of other foo
r steps. and a cry from 'Mclia: "Just
4 look At the onions. Oh. ! 10 lo'
o them and then some m upset ar
~cxtinguishcd the candle. and und'
cover 0f the darkness Uncle Anna
y drew the eager children away.
- As they went up the hill togethc
. George remarked: II am glad 81
=. likes onions; 20 do III
4 But Uncle Amasa drew his rou;
hand across his cvcs, murmuring. IN
y chokcd sort Of voice: "Well, swa
- IL between them two sets o. childrc
y them that gives m them that takes