Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-12-19
A THANKSGIVING LESSON.
How the Family Plate Was Lost
and How Restored.

The town of louisville is situated
on a majestic river, and sufficiently
near the city of New York to be deemed
suburban. Why louisville? a Betsy
Trotwood might have inquired, as these
trees arc not numerous in the vicinity.
Possibly the memory of the delicate
foliage and sweet blossoms fingers in a
locality once described by a French
translator of Fenimore Cooper, with
the aid of his dictionary, in these
words: ''The stranger alighted before
the door Of the mansion, and fastened
his horse to a large grasshopper."
Suffice it that louisville is modern,
pretty, and picturesquely perched on
the river bank, with the railroad track
below, while the more prosaic element
of butcher, baker and candlestick-
maker is grouped about the station.
The spot is a true paradise of tie man
OF business, who dreams even at desk
and ledger of rural repose.
There are cottages painted white,
with green shutters, and usually shaded
with weeping-willow trees; and eccen-
trio cottages, slate gray in hue, with.
facings of black and orange; and
English cottages of red brick, the
easements boasting diamond panes of
glass. Nor are nice shades of distinc-
ton wanting in this suburban COM
munity. The red-brick cottage, as
home of a banker, looks down on the
modest white one, abode of a mere
clerk, while the slate-gray house scars
above both, as nest Of an aesthetic
poet.
The most remote of these residences
is Gothic in structure, and all of Locust
Vile resembles the home of the friend
ly sparrow in the trees of city squares.
There is a freshness, a smiling expan-
s~ivencss, so to speak, about this domi-
ellie which arrests attention. The smoke
floats UP like q banner from a span-new
chimney, a crystal bubble of a con-
servatory sparkles on the left side, and
striped awnings hutter owe the Win
dows when the sur is hot. There is an
entrance gate capable of admitting q
wheeled vehicle, with a tiny sweep of
gravel leading up to the front door.
Nor are external decorations lacking.
A diminutive fountain adorns the grass
plot, willie a pagoda-shaped summer
house is built on the river-bank. A
tree trunk covered with ivy Stimulates a
ruined column, a network of Irvine
stretched across the porch still held
some sprays of dropping vines in the
wild November weather of which we
write, trained by the fostering a of
the mistress of the house.
Said Pamela, "Have another buck
-..4 .,1,o 1,,I;crn
swell, no, love; but these corn muf-
fins are excellent replied Walter.
Then Pamela buttered delicately one
of the praised mullins, and presented it
to her lord and master, while he par
took of breakfast, with his watch placed
. on the table beside his plate, and his
ear alert for the locomotive whistle at
the next station, which should warn him
to flee on the path of duty cityward.
Walter limbs was book-keeper in the
great dry-goods house OF Druggget y
Go. He adjusted his habit of life with
the same regularity that he balanced
his. accounts. The menage OF the
Gothic cottage was young, even as the
furniture was new. Walter Pamela had
not been married a year.
ono. indccd!'' said. Pamela, rising
from the table; eve are to keep Thanks
Giving Day-our first Thanksgiving-,at
dome. made up my mind to that a
month ago, and l told, papa as much
when he invited US to town." she put
on a stylish seal-skin cap. II coach,
mars cape to accompany her HUSBAND
to The cars. Pamela performed TINS
act Of devotion with gayety, for she was
etill mnro hri,1a thai matIOn.
Walter smiled, and then looked grave.
~ wish YOU would teach Bridget to
keep the front door locked, my love,
he admonished. 81 invariably hnd inc
entrance gate half open, besides. some
day a band of gypsies will come alons
and steal every teaspoon. DEPEND up
.Perhaps they will carry off the grano a
piano." suggested Pamela, in sp'rlgh'ly
vein. and she tripped down the bank &c
the station. '';If Bridget is caseiesS
abou, leaving doors and gates open en-,
She is :; perfect treasure in other re-
spects. Have you forgotten Macy
1raoI srent her time flirting with neigh