Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-11-23
GRANDMOTHER'S STORY

Doh't remember2 yes suro,v
thanksgiving Day. o" us
aeinoer dear day like IL uboso s,,,oo.
ua unlookedfor bliss '"ee''
edGo os, with glory all the days from tina.
oear day to this. : >' --' '-i'' az
lou want me to tell Won the story, ,r;s s;r
~, pie one. but, dear, LIS I" 'iih'
sIIs s.cs OF that ring on your finger brings it
IL ho LACK 10 me fresh and clear
happened long and long a@o-dear be,r,
RI. now swift time flies'
i;en1 .ae same sweet story in the glad
Ash' Oh Your eyes.
"as r Ine Youngest daughter; three were mar.
Farmer Hill vi
9" only ESn Tom and were left, and Tom was
ana we loved each other dearly, as brother
anu sister should.
'ohn was the son of neighbor whose mead.
ows joined our own:
'ne omly child OF his parents, and so he was
ana ne and Tom were cronies, and little, bit
He spent his leisure hours with ma ana tho.
was the way of it.
w. sen you he was handsome, straight, and
A.. ,strong, and tall;
was best OF all. %
ne came so often, that by and by, as you can
The day that did not bring him was lone
some one to me.
Ihanksgiying Day was coming, and lust a.
weu always done,
"ewere making ready for it, for the children,
Were coming home to spend it-Susie and
Kate aud Ress;
husbands, too, and the children-a dozen
more or less.
Inc day had always been to me the gladdest
~, OF ali the days:
Filled full of fun and frolic and thankfulness
and praise.
But this year all the blessing and bounty of
Seemed, as thought about it, of very little
worth.
Sarah, she was my cousin had been with US
all that year
Ihe child of my fathers sister, and all of US
Pretty and sweet as a rosebud-John thought
so. could see,
And took no pains to hide it, and 1 own it
troubled me;
Troubled me all in secret, for had my share
This is the kind of grieving, you know, that a
girl must hide.
With her he was gay and jolly, and just spoke
With me he was shy and silent, and 1 could
not understand.
The night before Thanksgiving we were sing
Ing. Sarah had
voice always thought must make the very
And Tom I'd sang fairly, and John dropped
We made such music as on earth 1 shall not
hear again. e.
thought that John and Sarah had never
And 1. of course. construed it in just the one
dread way;
tried TO say that was glad, for Cousin Sa-
rah's sake;
But all the time L said it, my heart was like to
break.
But once when John was singing with her he
looked at me
With look ~ full of meaning, wondered
could it be
That he ,rea,tIny sore hearts secret; a hot
blush burned my cheek
At the very Thought. aud trembled, and did
not dare to speak
And then he smiled, and over all his face a
gladness sped,
And he locked Just for one moment like one
tran>figured;
Then mother called John and Sarah, and then
and then, nv dear,
He said to me the blessed words had never
thought to hear.
Twas just the same dear story that your true
To YOU last nigh. My darling, am seventy
five wears old,
But life win end for me, know, aye, death it.
Fer forget the words he said that hour so
long gone by.
IT'S strange how just n little word will make
the darkness light.
think my true Thanksgiving beganthatvery
night,
And at the morning service, when all the peo-
pie praised,
Aye, ali the long. long day, my heart its jubi-
late raised.
know that day my mother looked in my face
And said, in playful fashion: "You are grow
ing pretty child"
But kne9 we'll the secret; twas just the in
Qr6
OF a great and sacred happiness that glorified
my face
Before another year came round we two were
married, and
For fifty long and happy years we iourneyed
There Is no life path always smooth. as ev-
erybody knows;
But every sorrow had Its balm ana every
thorn its rose.
For he was always noble, faithful and FOND
Ioniy hope yonr lover will prove as good to
He thought me all things lovely, and so, love
To reach the heights of life wherein he placed
me in his thought.
our sons were very dutiful, our daughters
A prettier girl than your mother there was
not anywhere;
Prettier even than you are, and you are fail
And beauty, little tgrandchild. is a very gra
cious dover.
They married and settled early, and happily
too. know,
And though we missed them Sorely, twas
ii .hrthat they 8 ould go;
And we were glad and happy, and contenteo
TIL. all one bitter. bitter day, the dear hand
loosed fits hold
OF mine AID John went trusting up to the
love ID vine,
The ONLY love am certain that could be more
than mine.
NV are calm and restful, but down in my
heart say
THAT the day that shall reunite us will be
Thanksgiving Day.
IT'S beautiful ring, my darling, on your hand
so fair and fine;
,Tis n wonde riui bond my darling, of which
it is the sign;
saventy five and twenty-white locks and
bronze-brown curls-
Nut Ioyeisa ", uder worker, and to day We
both are girls.
-Carlotta Perry.
xTDIDLaKENs' THANKSGIVING.
s. TssTsS 49,