Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1886-12-04

the farmer who left him in the NOR
ming to be gone only five minutes,
sitting by the fire, wrapped in blan-
kets and propped with pillows.
"Hullo, my man! / didn't get
back in five minutes, did /? / went
into that alley-way to deliver pair
of chicks for poor family, and then
/ thought l might as well 60 through
to the next street to see a market
man. Well, there 1 fell down-had
shock, or something, and 1 have
not been able to say anything till
few minutes ago. AS the market
man did not see my team, he sup
posed that 7 came to town by the cars
and sent me home in a carriage,
Now, sir, you've rendered me a good
service. What shall p
John heard no more. When he
came to himself again, kind faces
were bending over him and applying
restoratives. They understood his
condition quickly, and the old gentle
man exclaimed: "Why, the man is
hungry-starvingp By degrees they
drew out his story, and the sympathy
of every member Of the family was
aroused. A bountifully supplied ia
BILE was spread for his benefit, and
while he satisfied the pangs of hum
ger, preparations were made for the
good of his friends at home.
"Now," said the farmer to his two
sons, "put the roam nag in the express
wagon, get a barrel of potatoes and a
barrel of apples from the cellar, and
be sure to put in some of those big
pippins and yellow sweetings; go to
the smoke-house for a couple of hams,
and get a spare rib from the corn
barn. Fly around, for Mr.. Burton's
family will be anxious. And get
some of the chickens and turkeys that
came back. Hurry, now, and don't
forget a good squash and pumpkin,
J and anything else you think Of"
"But, father" exclaimed the farm
er's wife, "they can't make pies for
tomorrow, and I'll send some already
, made, mince, apple and pumpkin,
} and some jars of preserves"
eyes, yes, mother, and you've got
a row a mile long in the pantry'-
, "And some of the last churning OF
butter"
eyes, yes; and cheese, too. And,
2 mother" he continued in a low tone,
! and with moistened eye, "don't you
think Frederick's coat would fit Mr..
Burton% Turning to John, he said,
3 Frederick, my son, died last Thanks
l giving. He was about your SIZE"
The team was at the door, the
wagon full of boxes and barrels, sacks
and bundles, and John, in a better
overcoat than he had ever owned
: (also in tears), was ready for the ride
: homeward.
"Mr. Burton" said the farmer
shaking hands, "you've done us {
great favor. You not only brough
# safely home team worth five hun
e dred dollars, but also you've giver
u us something to think about at tim'
e when we ought to be thinking of sucl
things. We can be doubly Thankful
r tomorrow - thankful for what W.
l. have, and thankful that we've hat
= opportunity to make others happ.
If and thankful. There's few dollar
k Git was fat roll of bills) for immedi
Re ate expenses. I'll see you on Friday
l. if Pm well enough; if not, somebod,
re else will come to see you. Don't yo1
k worry about the future. can Civ
lie you work all winter, and in tn
e, spring we will see what next. Go
he bless you and yours. Goodyear
4. When the "roan nags" halted bt
e, fore Johns tenement, and the goo
id things began to roll out, the despair
a ing mother and the shivering, hungr
IN children passed from one stage of e1
It, element to another-to excessive Joy
he and then to quiet happiness an
ir thankfulness. And there we leay
be them, and let the story teach what
may. Certain it is that if we have a
k abundance and keep it all to GU
of selves, we have not tasted one of Il
Id most delectable sweets of life and Ii
ed ing. GEO. A. SToCKWELL.
ay Fraudulent Notes.