Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1884-11-27
TIPS THANKSGIVING.
BY ANTHONY Il, ANDERSON.

Such cold Thanksgiving day as i
was! with the thermometer hiding
shiveripgly at the very bottom of III
glass prison, and with the wind racing
and shrieking wildly along the tele
graph wires. There was snow, too
tiny, whirling flakes that felt like nee
dies when they touched your face oil
hands. Even the great, gloomy dirt
begrimed warehouses seemed to shivel
and crouch beneath the fury of The
cruel north wind.
'.Shinel shinei shine 'em up for 8
nickelr Tipp's shrill, boyish voice
rose above the shrieking of the wind,
and his round face, made rosy and
glowing by the nipping of the wind
and snow flakes, shone from behind
the folds of his ragged red comfort
er."
"Whewr' gasped Tip, as sudden
gust of wind almost forced him to make
an impromptu seat OF he hard pave
ment, "what a day! Wish't | was to
home. Even Granny Macarthy's old
shanty is better'n nothink. i don't
see why they call this Thanksgiving
day. hain't got nothink to be thank
full to uybody fer, as knows on, less
tits this jolly warm comforter round
my neck.
Tip didn't stop to think, i am sure;
il he had considered a moment. he
would have found many other things
TO be thankful for.
Granny must "a had streak o'luck
when she ga me this comforter. Jest
as good as new, only little holey.
P'r'aps Jed made big haul yesterday.
Ugh! 1 wouldn't go pocket-pickin'
for forchin. Sho'd think Jed O'Neale
ID lay awake all night a-thinkin' bout
what he's been a-doin', Stealth silk
wipes may pay better'n blackin' boots,
but wouldn't do it for Granny Macar-
thy or anybody else!
"Shine, sirP Only q Nickel" as fat
figure, all muffied up in a shaggy ulster
and seal skin cap, came putting and
blowing around the corner.
"Oh, go long, boy" sail the fat
figure, irately. "Do you think I'm
going to stand here and freeze TO
death in order to get my boots pol
ished."
Thought you might want a rest
right here" said Tip, ve,y meekly,
though his bright blue eyes were twink
ling merrily.
With an unintelligible snort the fat
figure pulled on again.
"Only two shines to-day" thought
Tip disconsolately. IAN it's past noon,
l thought I'd have dinner in style, To-.
day, With turkey an chocolate an pud-
din an so forth but ten cents won't
buy it. Ten cents extry, now, would
jest do it. Heigh-ho why wasn't born
swell banker, er else a be-yutiful
bankers daughter, with goldin' hair an
laughin' eyes ?"
Then another figure in an ulster and
q sealskin cap came by. This gentle
man wasn't short and fat but tall and
graceful. He was just opposite Tip,
wien his foot slipped Oh the PREACHER
Gus payment, and down he went with
dull thump.
I'm ever so glad to say that Tip
didn't laugh. II he had laughed I'm
afraid I'd have been 80 ashamed of my
hero that would have left this little
story all untold. Most boys would have
laughed but Tips face was as grave as
judges as he limped over-Tlp was
lame, you must know-and proceeded
TO help the gentleman to his feet.
"a VERY bad fall that" said Tip,
with solicitude. "Hope you didn't
break no bones, sir ?"
"Oh, guess not, thank you," said
Mr.. John Branch, rubbing his bruises
tenderly. ''Don't you want to blacken
my boots, boy ?"
COURSE, SIR" began Tip, brightly;
but" obviously, ''your boots don't
seem to need much shinin'."
IL think they do need shining" said
Mr.. Branch, with quiet decision, funny
laugh in the jolly brown eyes.
SO Tip set to work with will, aud in
less than a minute Mr.. Branch's boots
were like twinkling mirrors.
"Whewi 1 bet the fellows rich, 7"
thought delighted Tip, as he pocketed
the quarter Of dollar Mr.. Branch in
sisted on his taking. "P'raps he's too
proud to carry small change in his
pockets. You don't catch me bein's
proud as all that. Pennies airs good
dollars, 1 say, if you've got plenty OF
'em. And now for the SWEETEST res
taurant In town. q, cricky, that fell
lows lost his pocket book, suro's
gun's:' making dive for the pave
ment.
eli, hi, therel" shrieked Tip, shrilly,
''come back and get your property
Say-y, rnisterl'' and Tip hastened after
Mr.. Branch as fast as his lame leg
would permit
''Wish he'd take his cap often his
ears minute" painted Zip TO himself,
as Mr.. Branch never turned his head,
"so's he could hear. Crickyl what
steps he takesl There-he's stopped al
last, an at the SWEETEST house in the
street, l do believe"
AS Tip paused to take breath, Mr.
Branch tripped nimbly up the marble
steps and opened the MASSIVE door.
"Why couldn't he waitedP" grum
bled Tip; but Tips grumbling. like
everything else about him, was cheery
and good natured." Now I'll have t
ring and present my card, and be GOSH
cred into the elegan. boodore." Ant
Tin laughed at the very thought. "Bu