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

| Jaded wife look at all aole TO nght witt
the wolf at the door, though she kept ;
brave smile on her face.
You think there's never chance o.
seeing the gals to-day, Motherp asked
the lame man.
Not afore evening, Father, mebbe moi
then. Ye knew Thanksgiving is a great
day at big houses, and our sals'll not bt
spared from their nussin'.' The father
sighed, and turned to the window tC
watch the boys at their merry work.
Great Scott Mother, if that BENT oul
Lucy coming up the walk he cried
presently. Sure enough, Lucy came
sprineing up the steps, and into the
poor bare room, as joyously as if it had
been a palace. 1t was indeed more thar
palace to her, it was home.
why, daughter, however did you gel
away ? asked ihe father, feeling as il
the sun had begun to shine. though il
fact the snow was still falling, falling.
We'll, its strange story, Dad; sort
O. think now that mebbs I'm dreaming
but before breakfast this morning oul
door bell rings, and in walks young
lady, dressed like them white capped
nurses at the hospital. only far prettieI
like, and she says to my madam, in q soft
voice like bird, I've come to take Lu
cy's place, and let her 60 home for bel
Thanksgiving My lady didn't know
what to make of it, but somehow she
wouldn't refuse, and gave me nice
basket tell you; just see here, Nanny,
and Lucy took out of her basket. pie and
cake and cold meats and tea and rice,
until the little boys who had followed
her in, sent up shout, 'Hurray for
ThanksgivingP
While the happy girl was displaying
her treasures, the door of the little cot
tage was fairly burst open, by another
eager girl. covered with snow, rosy with
cold and excitement.
'JaDeP exclaimed the family, and 'Lu-
eyP cried the new conner, in astonish+
ment equal to theirs.
How did you get off, Sis?' asked Lu-
cy, when the hub-bub had subsidized.
well, queerly enough answered the
girl. AS our folks were coming out
from breakfast this morning, who should
come in but pretty gal,no older than me,
dressed all in white cap and cape, and
she says, says she-but whatever's the
matter with you alp Don't you believe
me?'
My sakes, Jane, said her sister, that
one came to our house; she is nussin my
children this minuteP
Jane. altogether bewildered, dropped
into seat, and as she did so, bundle,
which she had been holding under her
shawl, fell to the bare floor and split its
brown paper.
"A turkeyp roared the boys; and we'll
they might shout, for a turkey was an
unknown luxury in that household.
The sight of the turkey brought Jane
back to realities, and she compared notes
with Lucy as to their mysterious SUBJ
stitutes. Jsne's fairy had given her
this turkey to carry home, 'and mine
must have known what you was gettin',
said Lucy, cause she whispered when
was maxim nut to say 'thankee,' 4 wish
had a turkey for you
And all through that happy day, while
the mother was made to sit and play la
dy, and while the two girls prepared the
Thanksgiving dinner, the wonder grew
and grew.
Meantime, Mildred's brown eyes and
quick wit, soon betrayed her in Mrs.Nsl-
sons nursery, and in Conny's first romp
with the Fishburn children, the prim
little came off and down came the show
or of bronze curls, that were like no 9TH
or girls in Hinton. So the cat was out
of the bag. but neither Mildred nor Con-
stance would give up her role of nurse,
and for both sets of children, it proved
to be loyal day.
These amateur nurses, found, however,
that they were not the only conspirators
for Thanksgiving treats. About dusk a
long string of sleighs went tinkIing
through the streets. gathering occupants
for ten miles ride, and an oyster sup
per out on the Hooksville turnpike; Mil
dred and Conny being taken, 'willy-nilly,'
in their jaunty nursing caps and aprons,
were by all odds the bellies of the eve
ming.
And before the party broke up. doz-
en- plans were formed, by the merry lads
and lasses. for helping with money, work
and otherwise, the little brown house q
mile from Hinton.
While the sleighers were skimming
over the white moonlit country, small
Dick, in that brown cottage; was going
sleepily to bed. But before he went off
to the land of nod, he opened the cup
board door, and shifted contentedly the
remains Of the Thanksgiving feast.
Nanny he said presently, from his
pallet Oh the floor, Nanny, don't yer
reckon it must be angels, going about
that-s-way in white caps and thingsY-
Elizabeth P. Allan, in Treasure-Trove.
G. A. PEABODY, Of Phila6elphia, bought
in New York, few days ago, the very
same watch wern by Major John Andre,
the British spy, when he was taken by