Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-12-06

canary had been captured, and also
remained a fixture because it was
asthmatical; and all Mrs Poole's
knowledge of bird-food and tonics
proved of no avail Dicks hoarse lit.
tie croak only grew hoarser, and his
seed-cup needed constant replenish-
ing. for he was a w0eful glutton. A
crippled pigeon was the last patient
admitted and as he was recovering
from his injuries, one of Miss Poe les
/ boy friends was waiting for Snow
1 flake as an accession to his dove cote.
Il was her sympathy for dumb Gre
atures that had led the kind-hearted
woman from her room in a boarding
house, with its necessary restrictions,
to the freedom Of a cottage Dora S
mother, who was a fellow-lodger, and
disliked the life on account of her
child, had joined hands with Miss
Poole in her undertaking, and they
had lived happily together until death
came and left Dora an orphan.
1t may be wondered why Miss Poole,
at the age Of forty-fve, should not
have attained a modest competence
and been able to look forward to a
care rec old age | can only explain
that her life had been spentin con
tinual ministries. She could not be
charitable and lay up money, Wher-
ever she met need, she did what she
could toward allaying it. Dear little
womanl She was an complication
of the lines
.'The trivial round. the common task.
Should furnish all We ought 10 ask
Room 70 deny ourselves road
To bring ms daily nearer God.
And sometime, when she receives her
crown, she VIII be surprised to find it
gemmed with stars.
Miss Poole, bright and CHEEKY as
she is, had come very near having a
skeleton in her closet That white
silk dress had been the drop of bitter
ness in her cup, until one day, years
before, she resolutely kept nerves and
tear-glands in subsection while she
vanquished the foe which would have
soured her temper and blighted her
life. To romantic minds, she en-
ployed very commonplace-yes, even
contemplate means in doing this
She had her dress dyed, and it was
the most precious thing in her posses
sion. She only wore it on special
occasions, and but one friend knew
of the blighted hopes that were hid
den in its brown folds Miss Poole
had said t. her
And when die, Laura, will you
see that.
There was no need OF finishing the
sentence. Mrs. Swift knew what she
meant, and she thought of her brtther,
and wondered if he would ever know
what a priceless treasure he had lost
when ablaze with indignant jealousy
he had married another woman for
spite. Dear, hot-headed VIII He was
fifty. and grandfather now, and Mrs
Swift and her friend had laughed to
think of him in that role. Two years
before the news had come of his
wifes death. Mrs. Swift had eyed Miss
Poole narrowly as she told her Of it;
but the violet eyes had grown kumid
as Miss Poole said:
Poor VIII am glad he has his
daughters and grandchildren to COM
fort him.
Thanksgiving Day dawned clear and
beautiful Miss Poole and Dora were
up bright and early, for there was
much to be done before they could
start for church, and the church-going
was as important an item as the din
ner in Miss Poole's estimation
Such a privilege.n chirped the lit
/ tie woman, as She dropped the plum
pudding into the skillet for a nine
hours steady boil. How much nicer
this is than being cooped up in a room
/ in lodging house, with only a
restaurant meal to look forward to,
and with plenty of time to get blue
/ in"
Eyes. indeed - answered Dora, with
an eloquent glance as she shelled the
peas
There had been much debate as to
what vegetables should accompany
the turkey in its brown and basted
state ON the dnnertable, for the
Italian veuder had his cart so heavily
laden with garden produce that Mis-.
Poole would fain have sampled every
thing he had. The size of her range
and her limited store of cooking uten
sils restricted her to a few that hei
friends liked; SO cauliAower swee
potatoes, green peas, and celery wert
at last decided upon, which, Will
cranberry sauce would make by u(
means a poor repaSt.
There viii be no French dishes,
Miss Poole said "but Laura will hay,
dinner such as her mother nigh
have cooked when we were girls. Civ,
me the old fashioned Yankee cooking
, every time, my dear
And Dora smiled and nodded in ne
: Spouse, as only a charming girl Will
s good appetite could under the cir
/ cumstauces.
3 Everything was standing in nea
readiness on the table, shelf. and sink
j and Miss Poole was taking a satisfac
) tory survey before preparing fo
e church, when the door-bell rung am,
e Dora returned with a basket and