The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-05
mo FOLKS
A Thanksgiving Story.

by Mrs. \. ii. Bronson.
1t was a raw cold day, with a sug-
gestion of snow in the air, the chilliness
of which penetrated even to the warm,
coy room where sat a pale woman,
looking l~istlessly out of the windows.
Presently her face frightened, as a man
with kindly face and CHEEKY smile passed
it and entered the house.
well, father" and the thin hand
was o]utstretched for the letter she saw
in his pocket.
"Let me read it, Mary" he said.
"T'm afraid it will be q disappoint-
ment."
'DEAR FATHER AND MoTHER-We are very
sorry, but we cannot be with you T~hanksgiv-
ing Day. Harry's father has been taken very
i'll, and has sent for us We leave for B. in
the morning; viii write you from there.
Your loving child, HATTIE"
The tears gathered in Inc woman's
eyes. ooh dear, she said, what shall
we do? how can we bear the loneIi-
ness?"
"Oh we'll, mother, we must make the
best of it. 'Perhaps-let me see-here
is some more on the other side per
paps, mother dear
Father, come here quick" inter-
rupted the woman; do you see those
two girls coming down the street?
They are the ones / told you about,
that put me in mind so much of Matte
and Alice-look!" The old man hast
ened to the window, just as the two
figures passed it, and looked eagerly
after them.
eyes, they do kinder seem something
like Them" and a heavy sigh escaped
from the brave heart, we'll trained to
keep its own sorrows out of sight, that
it might the better help the weaker one
to bear hers.
Father she said, what il our little
girls had been left alone Ike that!
have watched them now going on tire.
weeks, and they 60 that way always. ]
think the smallest one is a little lame
or something, she always clings close
to her sister, just so. j have wanted
and wanted to speak to them, they lool
so tired and poor and hungry. i won
der and then she stopped and hest
tated, looking eagerlyinto her husband'
face.
aWell Mary
II wonder she went ON, awhethel
they would not like to come and spent
the day with usl'
"Oh," said her husband, "why Mary
dear, perhaps they would want to sta.
with their folks"
II don't believe they've got any folks
husband. They go into Mrs. Arden
clearinghouse, you know, and dom
ever look glad. either. as il they has
folks to go to-" The old man ponderes
a little. He was glad she seemed in
terested In anybody, for since the dealt
Of two young daughters a year before
the springs Of life had seemed dried up
aIIl tell you what, Mary" be said q
last, "In Just 90 round to Miss Arden'
and inquire q bit about them,v an,
suiting the action to the word, he pu'
on his coat and hat, and left the house
I'm the boarding house alluded to,
respectable, though not irst-class es
adjustment, the two young girls hal
assembled three fights to their room
1t was very cold and they were shiver
ing as they entered and shut the door
Keep your things on, Flossie dear.
said the older Of the two mo, just Ii
down and let me cover you up, till tn
fire i started. There! is that better
Nov / will hurry up"
Then she kindled a little fire, ne
much, for her stock 81 fuel WAS low
and then she put on the kettle an
made some tea. No. not quite tina
She took the teapot. which baionge
] to q maiden lady IN the next room |
: theirs, who made vests for d living
who: AFTER She had drunk her own eHs