Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1884-11-20

Buy something for Thanksgiving"
answered Freddy, surveying the new
bank bill with eager pride.
The next morning Mrs. Cameron rose
with very sad face. There was bare
ly bread enough in the house for their
scanty breakfast, and no more flour, no
money, and the last half dozen shirts
but just begun. Freddy was very quiet
during breakfast, but there was an ca
ger, restless light of his eyes. He kept
watching the door as though expecting
something, ssand ate but little breakfast.
Mrs. Cameron put the dishes away,
and then sat down to her sewing-ma-
chine and worked steadily, although
the tears would keep coming into her
eyes and rolling down her pale checks.
Freddy was very much excited about
something. He laughed, talked, whist
led, sung, played with the baby, and
every minute kept moving to the win
dow, as though watching for somebody.
BY and by he gave shout: "Hero it
comesr' and then ran out of doors as
hard as he could 60.
Mrs. Cameron looked out of the
window and saw the grocery man drive
up and take q sack of flour on his
shoulder and bring it to the door.
"Here's yer -four, Mrs. Cameron.
Come rounds early as l could" he
said. as he set it down.
"Why. there must be some mistake;
l have not ordered these things" lock-
ing surprised and bewildered as Fred
dy appeared carrying huge turkey IN
his arms, and talking 10 it as though it
was somebody.
Guess it's all right" said tho man,
as he brought in some sugar and a roll
of butter; ''boy came and ordered the
things, and paid fur 'em."
why, Freddy said Mrs. Cameron,
gravely; "where did you get the mon.
money!" a sudden fear that he might
not have come honestly by it coming
INTO her mind.
l ~ paid it TO him, Mrs. Cameron"
said the hearty voice of Farmer Gold
thorpe, who had just come up; she's a
good. brave boy, and has been working
for mo the past month. Here's can
of oysters and crackers my wife sent
down; thought maybe your husband
would relish them" The farmer told
her all about the great pile of dirt, and
how perscvering Freddy had been.
The tears came 10 her eyes, and when
the farmer had gone away she caught
Freddy IN her arms and Rugged him
and kissed him, and cried over him,
calling her own dear boy, her treasure
and comfort. Then she went into the
bedroom and told Fieddy's papa, land
put her head down on the pillow and
ii I'D oI,
What happy Thanksgivlng-day that
was after that! Mrs. Cameron shut up
the sewing-machine and put it away.
Freddy's papa sat up in the rocking
chair by the fire. and Freddy, as proud
as a king, helped get the dinner, and
talked all the time, telling his mamma
over and over about the work, and the
money, and how hard it had been to
keep his secret.
OF course they had q splendid dinner.
and mama put on her best dress, and
her eyes sparkled so, Freddy said she
was the handsomest woman he had
ever seen.
Toward evening Farmer Goldthorpe
camo in again and offered to let Freddy
do light chores for him all winter, and
pay him fifty cents q week; so Freddy
became real help to his mamma.
They did not get out of flour again
that winter, and Mrs. Goldthorpe used
to send great many nice things to
Freddy's sick papa.
Freddy is a man now; he owns n big
house and farm and always has plenty
to eat His papa is dead and his moth
er lives with him, and every Thanks
giving day no sends 4 turkey to all the
poor people who live near him; it re-
minds him, he says of tho hGppiest
Thanksgiving he ever spent.