St. Landry democrat., 1882-11-18

1--WE couldn't do that, small Patty
answered, decidedly. '.Thev can't af-
ford to do much extra, Pm afraid,
George You know we re quite eXpen-
sive, our kcepin': | heard old Miss Gran
dali tell Mike so.'''
Miss Crandalls gossip, Uncle
Amasa says
But know we are, poor Patty
went on. .'Aunt Polly amt had no full
bunnit, YOU know, an she does her own
washin' since we come. Pm afraid we
cost EN- quite deal, -.
"Wen what $heN we do2' George
cried. desperately, and giving the lame
turkey a savage cut over his sancv tail
81 don't know what you II do was
Polly's calm response. 'but shell give
that Melia every smitch o my turkey
next Thursday. SO there ss2r e
There was another pause and then
George remarked, with agreat showing
of GOODNESS: "Wcll. all right. An pll
take Sally my turkey an all my pumps
kin pien'
"Oh, YOU dear George began his
sister, and then broke down and cried.
"What air you Children whispern'
about?" queried Aunt Polly, coming
upon the two, sitting side by side on the
Wood-pile, later i'm the day. q vpjjHa Il
Patty hesitated. Good and kind as
Aunt Polly always was. her sharp eyes
and sharper voice were aWe-inspiring
to her small niece" But George, Whose
bravery was the glory of his sis.
ter, looked up at the tall woman with
his fearless gray eyes. and told the story
OF that mornings, adventures and their
resolution, adding: ~.
IAN we were Just a wonderful, Aunt
Polly, how we'd get the things down
there, an ii you d, let Mike 90 with us,
may be, 'cause you know YOU say YOU
don't like us to 20 where you don't
know the folks.
THAT Il be all right his aunt said,
simply, "an' FIN glad YOU thought of
it, children Its more blessed to
sgive, you know. George, l wish you'd
get me some chips ...... s..rs..
So she turned the subject then; but
that evening, as Mr.. and Mrs Andrews
sat together over the kitchen fire, with
their charges asleep up stairs Aunt
Polly retold Georges story, keenly
watching her husbands face as she did
so, although her eyes were apparently
fixed upon her knitting.
Uncle Amasa took his pipe out of his
mouth and drew long breath. sBless
them children he said, heartily. Il
yum, now, Polly, that makes me feel
putty small-don't it you? To think
o. their thinkin' of it, an they a-lookin'
forward to Thanksgivin'- day so .longr'
''Wcll, what kin we do, Amasa?''
was his wife quiet question.
''Massy! | don't know. But wen
send that wilder her dinner anyway,
an we won't rob them little Children o"
theirn neither sat.,....s .ss..a
''But, .Amasa'' Aunt Polly laid
down her Knitting dom you see that
won't be the chiidern's givin'9 | don't
want to take away their dinners, dear
knows; but 'twouldn'r be right, after
all, you know, for them to be gen rous
and keep their turkey, too, ,,,a.
Uncle Amasa mused a moment.
"That's SOP he SAID, ruefully. at last.
Itell We, Polly, woman, we il give 'em
the hull turkey, an We'll throw in the
pies. lguess we won't starve on bacon
an cabbage, an on Chris mas I'll |
manage SOS they can hev turkey, n
we, too. | love my dinners much 8
the next 'un, but j swan to massy them |
babies o. ourn make9me feel putty
small-tputty smallr'ta sit ,yes e., I'd
And gathering up his boots and pipe,
Uncle Amasa strobe off to bed, ,,-lg |
And so it came to pass that on
Thanksgiving eve George and Patty, |
accompanied by Uncle Amasa, not
Mike. again followed the lame turkey
under the hill to Uncle Jake's old place. |
But, this time the. reereant fowl. was
borne on their uncle's shoulders, in the |
huge market basket, in company with |
potatoes and onions and golden pies and |
rosy cranberries; in short, with the par
tvs Thanksgiving dinner. -.
Uncle Amasa first placed the basket I
on the cracked doorstep, and then he
and George concealed themselves in the |
darkness behind the brush. heap, while
Fatty, the, lightest and feetest OF the |
three, Knocked at the door, and then
ran swiftly to the common hiding
place. ti11 @.s< DIZZY 33"& ~.
A faint streak of light came from the
doorway as Sally appeared holding
tallow candle aloft. A moments 81
ence while she stared at the basket, and
kneeling by it explored the contents;
'.Oh, mother! 'Melia!" she screamed,
sits turkey, and it's pies, an'-oh,
come quick an see!' s=.,rrs ...-.
There was the hurry of other foot
steps, and cry from 'Melia: Just to
ook at the onions. Oh, I do love
;hem!" and then some one upset and
the candle. and under
cover Of the darkness Uncle Amasa
lrew the eager children away. 4 =" l.' I
AS they went up the Hill together,
George remarked: Il am glad she
likes onions; so, do, l." i t--a Il l.
But Uncle Amasa drew his rough