Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-11-13
1900.

1900-a day IN which all villagers
knew to be the one preceding thanks
giving.
Now, in my young days thanksgiv-
ing used to come in the latter part of
November, but as far as seventeen
years back it was decided by vote Of
2G to 2 Misses Boney and Fat voting
in the negahve) to have it on that
day, as being earlier in the season.
Ithad been steadily growing darker,
and now night has come on.
John Grub, ST., and his son and
namesake, aged 30, sat in the kitchen
of their little cottage.
The wife of senior John and his
daughter were attending political
meeting. Election was to take place
in few days, and Mrs Grub was in
dustrisusly striving for her re-elec-
ton TO the legislature. Her daughter
was up for justice of the peace.
While the female portion OF the
family were thus industriously en-
ployed John Grub, Sr., sat on the
table making a dress for the young
est, while John, Jr., was Industrious
~ employed in putting theAaferesaid
tosleep. His brothers and sisters had
been to bed since dusk, but teething
had allied the little one, keeping it
long awake. At length the 3-months-
old (thoy teeth ounger in these days.
child was asleep, and with a weary
sigh John, Jr., lmy 'heroine" as you
have, no doubt, guessed-the strange
ness Of the story begins to accumu-
late), laid her ia her little CRIB.
John, Jr, wore a sad expression on
his face. | will do him the justice to
say that he bore his crushing secret
with great fortitude, and no one out
side his own family ever thought he
had more than a passing thought for
Maudy Baker, who had left him so
unceremoniously on that thanksglv
ing long ago They were to be mar
ried on that day, but Mandy resolved
that she'd go out in the world and
bring back with her fortune-no
matter when it would be.
Perhaps he was thinking of all this.
AT any rate he sighed, and taking
worn and yellow letter from his peck.
ct, he read il and sighed again. Luck
lily his days work was done; also that
his father was inclined for silence.
No doubt it is the best lime to des-
cribe my heroine" But for that
matter very little description can be
given, as you can hardly see with my
eyes.
AT any rate, he was very tall and
slender, with reddish brown hair,
butter-milk eyes, a weak-looking
mouth, and no hair oR his face.
Habit and surrounding uad given him
that sheepish look, and as for gold,
things have turAod around these days,
so he hadn't much.
If one was to be a judge from the
handwriting of Mandy Baker, you
would be apt to say that she was mas
culine enough to make up for her
"better half Chat was to bel.
Not a word had she spoken in that
little kitchen for some time
AT last John, ST., mildly intimated
looking up at the clock, that it was
about the usual'time that Mrs. Grub
arrived home
Even as he spoke the hall Goor open
cd, and that lady IS masculine voice was
heard saying,
Good night Miss Trump, and don't
forget the meeting at the town hall to-
morrow night Miss De Boney she
that voted for the abolition Of woman S
assuming her husbands name, but
which WIS lost by two silly giEghng
girls, is 10 speak on the coming
woman. / wouldn't miss il for a dol
lar, and don't you See George Frau
els Davis home Come, Susan b.
Anthony Grub, we must be 10 bed to
prepare for tomorrow night, by hay
ing a refreshing sleep and before
Miss Trump could reply, she, by the
way, in an unusual good humor,
having beaten Miss Loudmouth in
getting the nomination for assembly
woman" dragged the robust Susan
B., etc, after her and shut the door
AT the sound of his mothers voice.
John Jr S reveric was cut short, and
when she and her daughter came in,
looking suspiciously around them, he
was busy knitting hood
Mrs. Grub was disposed to be talk
ative, and she sat there a few minutes
informing her husband that she was
sure to be reelected and that SHsar
B. Anthony's chanches for justice Of
the peace were very good; also of th'
meetings tomorrow afternoon anC
evening.
In few minutes the clock strucl
10, and Ms. Grub mildly intimateC
that things would be wound up foI
the night
With a happy smile on each of thei
couuteuances, John, Sr. and Jr
readily complied, and the next min
ute they were ready to 90 to bed.
Then that teething child awoke anC
sat up, and while John, Sr, made foi
the CRIB, John, Jr, flew TO the pap
in the tin cup on the stove. 1t was
ready in time for John, ST., who re
turned with the baby.
All these things must have an end
SO did these little domestic troubles,
and in little while they were all