The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-03-20

September, In the year Of u Lord.
1000 day in which all the villagers
know to be the preceding thanks
giving.
Now, in my young days thanksgiving
used to come in the latter part of Nov
vember, but as far as seventeen years
back it was decided By a vote of 26 to 2
Misses Boney and Fat voting in the
negative) to hayeit 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 were attending q political
meeting. Election was to take place
in a few days, and Mrs. Grub was in
dustriously 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 industriously employed,
John Grub, ST., sat on the table making
a dress for the youngest, while John
Jr., was industriously 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
] be1ins to aecnmnlatal. laid her In her
littia crib.
John Jr., 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
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 q fortune-no matter when it would
be.
Perhaps he 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 to de-
scribe "my heroine" But for that mat
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," o 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.
If one 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'
(that was to be.)
Not a word had she spoken in that
little kitchen for some time.
At last John, ST., mildly intimated,
looking up at the clock, hat it was
about the usual time that Mrs Grub
arrived home.
Even as he spoke the hall door opened,
and that lady's masculine voice was
heard, 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's
assuming her husbands name, but
which was lost by two silly giggling
girls, Is to speak on tbs coming
woman. Iwouldn't miss it for a 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 an 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 reyerie was cut short, and
when she and her daughter came in,
looking suspiciously around them, he
was busy knitting a hood.
Mrs. Grub vas 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
we're very good; also Of the meetings of
tomorrow afternoon and evening.
In q few minutes the clock struck 10,
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