Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-11-26
A NEW THANKSGIVING

do let's get up something new for
next Thanksgiving day. said Miss Con-
stance Carter, as she walked home from
school with her dearest friend, Mildred
Gresham. I'm everlastingly tired of
just turkey and Uncle Georges family
to dinner
You speak of your Uncle Georges
family as if they were oil-mangoes, to
eat with the turkey laughed her com>
panion.
'Oh, I'm fond of Uncle George and his
boys said Constance, and I'm fond of
turkey, but the thing is getting to be
menotomous; do help me to think of
something brand new for this year
Now, Conny Carter! Did you ever
knew me to think of anything new?
never have an inspiration; my part in
life is patiently to follow up what other
people set on foot. Good by lady-love.
I'll back you in anything new or start
ling and merry brown eyed Mildred
turned down the village street that led
to her unpretentious home, while Con-
stance kept on till great iron gate
swung back for her entrance into Judge
Carter's spacious grounds.
But when Mildred came to school the
next morning, she was in considerable
excitement. MIR. Renwick was already
at his desk, when she rushed hurriedly
into the school room, and she had only
time to whisper, painting the while from
her hssty walk: oh CoRny, what DO
you think? | have an ideal have in
deed-about Thanksgiving, you know
you seeP' But the bell tapped, and Con-
ny was fated not to 'see,' for some time.
For at Mr.. Renwick's well ordered
school, there was not "a sly minute In
which it was possible to gossip,during re-
citation hours. And the whole of the IL
o'clock recess, though it lasted twenty
minutes, was too short for the unfolding
of Mildred's plan.
During the next fortnight eur two
girls spent their spare time in secret
conclave, locked up in Conny's room gen.
orally, to the distraction of their school
mates, whose curiosity grew apace as
to what these two conspirators were
brewing. One bold spy managed, by
some cunning, to peeep into that same
pink and white room Of Conny's, and
her tale only quickened the Curiosity in
Mr.. Renwiok's school room.
Sure as you're born, girls, said this
reporter, 'CoDny Carter and Mildred are
going to turn nuns, or Sisters of Charity,
or something dreadful. 1 was just dying
to know what they were up to, so L
made An excuse last Saturday to 60 up
to Conway's door and knock. suppose
they were so much taken up with what
they were doing, that they forgot to say
stay OUT at any rate. they said come
in and in l bolted. AS 1 entered by
one door, Millie Gresham flew out of an.
other, but not before l had seen how she
was rugged up; trust my eyes for that!
She had on her brown cashmere, long
white muslin apron, "a fine thin one you
know, tucked and laced, a white point
ed cap on her head, with a cherry bow
on one side. She locked sniptious, can
tell you
Much too sniptious, l should think,
said one girl, and my lifep cried anoth-
or, do you suppose Conny will cut off
all that beautiful hair if she turns Sister
of Charity?
Thanksgiving day brought the first
snow of the season; not fierce storm
but gentle fall. as first snow ought to
be. 1t softly covered and beauti6ed
mansion and cottage. tree and bush, and
made even stumps and posts looked pic
turesque, with soft white crowns. 1t
was such day as children love, and two
small boys were early at work, shovel>
ing snow from the path, in front of a
poor little house, about mile from Hin
ton. Inside the house things did not
look very Thanksgivingly; the father
was stretched on cot, groaning over a
broken leg. which had kept him on his
back for a month, and, being badly bro'