Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-01-02
Z Il,
1900.

September, in the year Of our Lord,
Is day in which al the villagers
Z know 70 be the one preceding thanks
( giving. III ~. s..
Now, in my young days thanksgiving
ised to come in the latter part OF Nov
vember, but as far as seventeen years
back it was decided by vote of 26 to 2
Misses Boney and Fat voting in the
negatiye) to have it on that day, as be-
ing earlier in the season.
It had been steadily growing darker,
and now night has como 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 were attending political
meeting. Election was to take place
: ina few days, and Mrs. Grab was in
I dastriously striving for her reelection
to the legislature. Her daughter was
up for the justice of the peace.
While the female portion Of the fam
lily were thus inlustriously employed,
John Grub, ST., sat on the table making
dress for the youngest, while John
Jr,, was n,dustriouslv 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., my
"heroine" as you have, no doubt,
guessed--the strangeness of the story
begins to accumulate), laid her in her
little crib.
John Jr., wore sad expression on
his face. I 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 passing thought for Maui
dy Baker, who had left HIM so uncere-
moniously on that thanksgiving long
ago. They were to be married on that
day, but Mandy resolved that she'd go
out into the world and bring back with
her fortune--no matter when it would
be.
Perhaps lie WAS thinking Of all this.
At any rate he sighed, and, taking q
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 to de-
scribe my heroine" But for that mat
ter very little description can he given,
as you eau hardly see with my eyes
At any rate, he was very tall and
slender, with reddish brown hair.
"buttermilk cyes," weak looking
mouth, and no hair on his face Habit
and surroundings had givel. him that
sheepish look, and as for gold, things
have turned around these days, so he
hadn't much.
If one was to Judge from the hind
apt to say that she was masculine
enough to make up for her "betterhaif"
(that was TO be-
Not word had she spoken in that
little kitchen for some time.
At last John, ST., mildly intimatcd,
looking up at the clock, that it was
about the usual time that Mrs" Grub
arrived home.
Even az he spoke the hall door opened,
ami that ladv's masculine voice was
he nd, SAYING:
"Good night, Miss Trump, and don't
forget the meeting at the town hall to-
morrow night. Miss De Boney (she
that voted for the abolition OF woman g
assuming her husbands name, but
which was lost by two silly giggling
woman. Wouldn't miss it for dollar,
and don't you. Sec George Francis
Davis home. Come, Susan B. Anthony
Grub, we must b. to bed to prepare. Tor
tomorrow night, by having a refreshing
Sleep" and before MISS Trump could
reply, she, by the way, in al 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.' reyerie was cut short, and
when she and her daughter came in,
looking suspiciously around them, he
was busy knitting a hood
Mrs. Grub was disposed to he talka-
tive, and she sat there few minutes,
Informing her husband that she was
Anthonys 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 1atimatea that
things should be wound up for the
night.
With happy smile on each Of their
counteuances, John, ST.. and Jr., readi
ly complied, ana the next minute they
were ready to go to bed.
Then that teething child awoke and
sat up, and while John, ST., made for
the crib, John, Jr., few to the
"pap" in the tin cup on the stove. It
was ready in time for John, ST., who re-
turned with the baby.
AS Ill these things must have an end,
so did these little domestic troubles,
and in a little while they We're 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 day passed-A[rs. and Miss
Grub sucking lemons all day, for they
had good deal of speaking to do that