The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1884-11-27
CAssY's THANKSGIVING
Her Prayer for Patience, and How
It Was Answered.

She was an orphan, brought up in the
family of her uncle, Mr.. Gideon Blake,
of South Peachum. 1t seemed hard
that she. the prettiest of all the children
of the household, should be subjected to
a life of constant toll and MOL in the
kitchen and nursery of the Blakes. But
then, according to the oft-repeated as
sertion of the heads of the house, s.she
ought to thank her lucky stars, hat she
was adopted into a respectable family
in her childhood instead of having been
sent to an asylum, as many a helpless
orphan was obliged to be-"
But to-day matters of a trying nature
had reached a painful climax, and
Cassy's pretty face was disfigured with
crying, and IIer heart was in a turbulent
state of ang.r and disappointment.
She was no longer a child, but OF
years emitting her to the name and po-
sition of a young lady, but her claim to
such rights were totally disregarded by
the entire Blake family.
There was a perpetual baby in the
nursery, and after the other duties of
the day had been performed it was in
variably Classy who must remain home
from the concert, fair, or social party
to mind the baby"
1t was Thanksgiving time, and ever
in families crowded by the ordinary
routine OF household duties, there was
a strong suggestion of more than usual
preparation going on. The s'long pan
try of the Blake's showed a goodly
array of pies of different kinds, pud-
dings and cake; and neither pie, pud.
ding or cake in all the array but Cas-.
sy's busy, faithful hands had helped in
In the mixing, or superintendent the
baking thereof.
Aunt Abby Thayer, a maiden lady o.
rather advanced age, was in the habit
of spending all the holidays at the house
of her nephew, Nh. Gideon Blake, who
lived in a township about five miles dis.
tant from her own. Her visits were
somewhat dreaded by the young ladies,
Kate and Louise, as she was critica.
and observing, and occasionally severe
on .tthe habits of young folks nova.
days." But Aunt Abby was supposed
to be worth a comfortable little income
of which she vas very careful, and Mr.
Blake being her only living relative
to whom else would this boarded treas
ure, with its accommodating interest, bt
likely to fall due, at the decease of the
old lady, but her nephewp So it becam,
the highest policy and good judgmen
always to accord Aunt Abby a propel
degree of respect. Yet she owed Mr.
Blake nothing for her repeated visits
for it was of her eccentricities al
ways to pay a certain amount of '.boart
money" upon leaving the house.
But to return to Cassy's tears and dis
content. Thanksgiving was but tire,
days distant, and that morning Their,
had come an invitation for all the Blak,
family except the baby, .'also Mis-
Mayne," to attend a grand sscand,
scrapen on Thanksgiving evening, a
the beautiful house of Squire Whitcoml
or Greenwood Hill.
but it won't be convenient for yo,
to go, Classy DEAR remarked Mrs
Blake, .tas of course father will wan
me to be present, and there is the baby
you know"
Mrs. Blake rarely supplemented tn
name Classy with ''dear," except, as il
the present instance, when it was to b
followed by some formidable .'but," S
the epithet which should have bee
pleasant and ~endearing was absolutel
detestable to poor, motherless Classy.
30 dear! 1 never can go anywhere,
broke out Classy. ~ should SO like t
go to Greenwood Hill. Can't som
one else take care of the baby for onceP'
She seldom replied when the custom
airy prohibition ceme, but to-day sh
couldn't seem 20 help it.
Some n else!' repeated Mr.
Blake, j. establishment, '.why, Classy,
am asdonished at you, really aston
ishedr' and she withdrew in d~ispleasure
When alone Cassy's pent feeling
found further expression:
Il don't care if she is amazed, I sa
it's barbarous! Never can go outsid
this house, and I'm just as good a
Kate or Louise Blake-the heartles
things! When uncle gave me a decor
dress for my birthday, L did hope
should lave tl.S privilege of wearing
somewhere before it grew rs old-fasf
toned as the hills. but after cutting an
making it at odd moments, except on
few Sabbath mor2ings it has never bee
on my back. I've some pretty ribbon:
too, bought with the money Aunt Abb
gave me Fourth of July, though she fol
babe my tIEng any one. There's on