The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-09
1900.

VAN q n
Know to be the one preceding thanks.
giving.
Now, in my young days thanksgiving
1sed to come in the latter part of Nov
vemoer, but as far as seventeen wears
pack 1T was decided By q vote of 26 to 9
lAalsses Boney and Fat voting in the
negatlve) to haveit on that day, as be-
ing earlier in the season.
1t had been steadily growing darker,
and now night has come on.
John Grub, ST., and his son and
namesake, aged 80, sat in the kitchen OF
their little cottage.
The wife of senior John and his
daughter We're attending a political
meeting. Election was to take place
IN u few days, aud Mrs. Grub was in
dustrlously striving for her reelection
to the Legislature. Her daughter was
up for the justice of the peace. 20
While the female portion of the fam
lily were thus industriously employed,
John Grub, ST., sat or the table making
a dress for the youngest, while John
Dr., was ildustriously employed in put
ting the aforesaid to sleep. His broth
ers and sisters had been to bed since
dusk, but teething had allied the little
one, keepingit long awake. At length
the three-months' old (they teeth
younger in these days. child was asleep
and with a weary sigh John Jr., NV
heroine as you have, no doubt.
guessed-the stpangeness of the story
begins to accumulate), laid her in her
little crib.
John DR., wore a sad expression on
his face. | will do him the Justice TO
say that he bore his crushing secret
with great fortitude, and no one outside
his own family ever thought he had
more than a passing thought for Maui
dy Baker, who had left Inn so uncere-
moniously on that Thanksgiving long
ago. They We're to be married on that
day, but Mandy resolved that she'd 90
out into the world and bring back with
her a fortune-no matter when it would
be.
Perhaps lie was thinking of all this.
AT any rate he sighed, and, taking a
worn and yellow letter from his pocket,
he read it and sighed again. Luckily
his days work was done; also that his
father was inclined to silence.
No doubt but it is the best time tode-
an,,l~@ N,., d.
ter very little description can be given,
as you can hardly see with my eyes.
At any rate, he was Very tall and
slender, with reddish brown hair,
"buttermilk eyes," q weak looking
mouth, and no hair on his face. Habit
and surroundings had given him that
sheepish look, and as for gold, things
have turned around these days, so he
hadn't much.
Ii n was to judge from the hand
writing OF Mandy Baker, you would be
apt to say that she was masculine
enough to make up for her "better- half"
Chat was to be-
Not a word had she spoken in that
little kitchen for some time.
At last John, Sr., mildly intimated,
looking up at the clock, that it was
about the usual time that "Mrs." Grub
arrived home.
Even as bespoke the hall door opened,
and that lady's masculine voice was
heard, saving:
Good night, Miss Trump, and don't
forget the meeting at the town hall to-
morrow night. Miss De Boney (she
kI,k 1otol s., IL, .1>o1,A.e. - =
assuming her husbands name, but
which was lost by two silly giggling
girls, is to speak on the coming
woman. Wouldn't miss 1t for q dollar,
and don't you. See George Francis
Davis home. Come, Susan B. Anthony
Grub, we must be to bed to prepare for
tomorrow night, by ha wing a refreshing
Sleep" and before Miss Trump could
reply, she. by the way, in IN unusual
good humor, having beaten Miss Loud
mouth in getting the nomination for
ASSEMBLY woman" dragged the robust
Susan B., etc, after her, and shut the
door.
At the sound of his mothers voice,
John Jr.'s reverie was cut short, and
when she and her daughter came in,
looking suspiciouslv around them, he
was busy knitting q hood.
Mrs. Grub was disposed to be talka-
tive, and she sat there a few minutes,
informing her husband that she was
sure to be reelected, and that Susan b.
Anthony's chances for justice of peace
were very good: also Of the meetings of
tomorrow afternoon and evening.
In a few minutes the clock struck 10,
and Mrs. Grub mildly 1ntimated that
things should be wound up for the
night.
With a happy smile on each of their
countenances, John, Sr. and Jr., readi-
ly complied, and the next minute they
were ready to go to bed.
Then that teething child awoke and
sat up, and while John, Sr., made for
the crib, John, Jr., flew to the
"pap" in the tin cup OF the stove. It
was ready in time for John, ST., who re-
turned with the baby.
As I'LL these things must have an end,
SO did these little domestic troubles,
and in o little while they were all asleep
John, Jr., perhaps, dreaming OF
Mandy Baker.
The next morning dawned clear and
~cloudless, and with it John, Jr., who
made the breakfast. In five minutes he
was followed by his father, who was
bound on milking the cows.
An hour later Mrs. and Miss Grub
appeared, and the six small children.
So the dav passed-Mrs. and Miss
Grub sucking lemons all day, for thy
hsdd1arood deal of speaking to do tat
afta Bon and evening. John, Jr., fnd
Srsswere b5naF around the house.
At about 4 O'clock the whole family,
headed by Mrs. and Miss Grub Gin full
bloomer pants), followed by John, ST.,
and ;Jr.. With the children-marched to
the reserved seats in the rather small