The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1883-12-01
rom his SON and ran as follows;

1 NCd AAAUASk ANAAOS At%AAAs
when | recovered from that terrible iii
| ness through which Miss Emily Kay
! nnrsed me so tenderly and nobly, strail-
| ger 10 her as | was, | would have made
her INV wife had she not been promised
10 another. whom she loved. | have
told you how terribly | felt when :
learned this fact, and that | have never
forgotten her. n0r ceased 10 love her.
Wen Yesterday | learned
from a friend that she is
living in BannoCk, only forty miles from
RartOn, and that circumstances have 50
changed that there is now a chance for
me. | have written to her, telling her
inst what | feel, and that on my way
nome for Thanksgiving | will stop ut
BInnCck 10 get her nswer | want
both YOU and dear mother 10 know her,
for YOU could no. fail to love her, and if
her answer is what | trust 1t will be, l
sha}i persuade her TO accompany me to
Barton to spend Thanksgiving with YOU.
I know that if she comes, she will re.
reiye r warm welcome, for, but for her,
should be in my grave now. Expect
me early on Thanksgiving day
While the farmer was reading this let.
ter at the barn, his wife was giving Mrs.
Drew, q near neighbOr who had dropped
in 10 borrow a cup of mOlasses, a full
history Of tie ruined dress.
| am SO glad you told me, y said Mrs.
Drew, as she concluded. For | was
calculating on having her make over
three or four dresses for the girls. OF
course, | shan't trust her with them
now"
As soon as her visitor had gone, Mrs.
Staples began 10 make preparations for
the Thanksgiving day feast. And as she
worked, sitting -four, weighing sugar,
and stOnIug ~raisins, her anger against
the little dress.maker cooled; she forgot
about the ruined silk, and allowed pleas
ant thoughts to occupy her mind
thoughts Of Giles, the son who was so
dear TO her, and of the woman he hoped
to bring home with him as his promised
wife.
Giles heart is Just bound up in that
girl she muttered. He's eve been
the same since he met her. | do hope
she'll not disappoint him this time,
She'd never find a better husband if she
looked the world over. And of course
III give her a warm welcome. He can
be sure OF that, for | can never forget
that | owe her my boys life. I've got
the letteE in my trunk now telling how
she nursed him day and night as his
own sister might have done"
When dinner was Owe Farmer Staples
put old Brag to the light wagon. and
started off to a neighbours to buy a leg of
mutton for The im pending feast, Turning
into the Liscom road when he bad
travelled about a mile, he came sudden
ly upon little Mrs. Brown, who was toll
ing along in the snow as if already
weary.
Cant | give you a lilt2" he asked,
drawing old Brag up with a jerk.
80, II you only weuld," she answered.
am so tired, and have yet a long dis.
lance to 60"
He helped her over the wheel of the
wagon to a seat by his side, and talked
TO her pleasantly until they reached
Mr.. Jackson's-where he was to buy the
mutton-of everything that occurred to
him; told her Of Giles, and how proud
he was of him, ard rehearsed his many
virtues, as only a loving father could.
She's a good little woman the old
man said to himself, as after helping her
out of the wagon, he watched her walk
OF down the road. "She seemed to be
real interested in all | said, and vet she
never saw Giles. [ wonder where on
earth she is bound this cold day"
The sun rose clear and bright, the
air was just cold enough to be bracing,
and the snow was in splendid condition
for sleighing on Thanksgiving morning.
Hannah Staples was up by daylight,
anxious to have her house in perfect
order before the arrival of her guests,
for, besides Giles and his. sweetheart,
she expected Mr., and Mrs. Pettigrew,
distant relatives. She could not help
giving a glance into the pantry every
now and then, so we'll satisfied did she
feel with her preparations for the feast.
Such an array of good things had
seldom graced those wide
shelves. Pumpkins, apples, and
mince pies, faky doughnuts, cream aud
jelly tarts, golden cake, iced an inch
thick, loayes of golden bread, q big plum
pudding all ready for the pot, three
glass moulds filed with ruby cranberry
jelly, and in fact, everything calculated
to make up a royal Thanksgiving dinner.
Now. | s'pose | must 90 and put on
that hateful grey alpaca, muttered Mrs.
Staples, a3 the clock in the corner ofthe
kitchen struck nine. 'Father'll be back
with Giles and his sweetheart before
I'm ready If | don't hurry; the train
comes In at nine."
She was about to leave the kitchen
when a knock az the door arrested her
Opening II, little Mrs. Brown came in,
looking nervous and agitated.
"Pve brought you another basque,
Mrs. Staples" she said. 81 sat mp oil
last night toget it done, and now you
can wear the silk dress to-day after all"
Another basqueW repeated Mrs.
Staples, in a bewildered manner.
Yes, / matched the silk at Duncan's
10 Liscom, and"
Glow did you get to Liscom2" inter-
ruptRd Mrs. Staples.
II walked part Of the way and rode
the rest" was the answer.
And how did YOU get back?v
"I walked. But indeed, Mrs. Staples,
I didn't mind it much. | felt Sc sorry
about the dress that / would have
walked as far again rather than have
Won wear your old dress TODAY whan