Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-11-22
Written especially for this paper.
JACK 5 LUCK.
A STORY OF THANKSGIVING,
KATHERINE ELINoR MARLEY.

lhfhlNf. El.lNOR Y.
''GCo1 luck, mate!
THANK yo.i, sir, but I'm down en- my
luck Just now.
Be ore he Captain uld reply, Jack dis
appeared among the shadows Of the wharf
buildings Ii e all sailors, he was super
stltlous. 40 luck In thirteen " muttered
he.
Iyacty thirt cen years ago that night
lie had gone to sea. and it was the nrst
time, since then, his foot had touched
American soil. ne might think that he
would have been Jub liant over that fact
a one t, after all, patriotism is chic a
sentiment of the Tres de, and Jack ad no
home. Iii kin were all dead; he had for
gotten some his boyhOod's friends, and
the others had forgot en- him. He WIS in
st ange city, and oh, the mockery of it
the morrow would be Thanksgiving Day.
For what should he be thankful
For having known Peggy,' whispered
his heart.
AYE. Col bless herr"
In spi of the angry sky, the treacher-
ou'ly icy pavements an the singing
sIeet, he was back again in the bright
New ng and XII chen. popping IN and
listening to Peggy, who sat in The chin
ne corner pairing apples for cider sauce
and gently scolding him for some wild
prank.
In those days some p ,ople called him a
-'ne'er-do-well' or a ''sraceleSs scamp, p"
but Peggy had said he was but young
maple bent b. the wind.
With her aid he Strengthened up and
grew strong-s so strong that he had stood
by and smiled wien she married an
other lad-a lad with white life behind
him but after the weddi was over he
had stolen away In the storm and ne er
more returned, but the memory of Peggy
had gone with him and was wi n him still.
''Hello. yOungster! What are you
d ing here, eh!' exclaimed Jack, brought
back to reality by stumbling over a bare
footed, curly-headed bundle Of rags
"Not i'm"
''Get up, thcn!'
>'oha'n t.
But she did; for Jack wasn't man to
stand uiLing.
Nv hats your name?'
Ain got none"
.'N here do you live?'
''sha n tell This time the mite was
victor.
Where's your father" asked Jack,
who, as he put it. Was lacking"
Dunno
Your mother, them"
de d. And in that one word was
the history of short and msera de fe.
lmpulsiveIy Jack picked her up and then
he wondered what he was gong to do
wi h her. If she'd been boy he could
hav managed well enough: but girl.
My usual bad luck and Cless the mast
II the rudder ben gone Something's
got to be ne at oty knots an hour. TOO
This here craft can't weather such a gale
without canvas SAID Jack, "a In at he
scantily co ere child shivering in lis
arms In him she intuitively felt she had
fOuEd a friend.
nconscously he began to whistle.
he always whistled when he was
thinking. and as his thoughts were
generally gOod ones, he whistled well;
tnt the el ments were against him, so after
futile attempt at 'Old Tiubertoes, " he
said
~ airy whistle, nary an idea, nv
earty. wei ust be drifting along O.
he It'd. ~
And the tide carried them around the
CO ner and landed them In a Iaun ~.
The woman back OF the C ,unter-Aunt
Rosy. as he was commonly ca led-looked
up from the paper she was reaing and
over the rims ofhe 81 ver-b bowed spectacles
at The ueer pair. Touchiny his tarpaulin,
Jack sheepshly, 1t must he confessed
said:
ood-evening TO on, num-
Aunt kosy was often too kind hearted
for her own good finding out too late at
she had again been imposed upon. Con.
scious Of weakness for sailors-her own
husI and had Ueen saior-sha assumed a
frown which disguised her cal nature
about as poorly as label of poison dis
guises hottie of col gne.
'Wel ?" in would severe tone,
faye, mum! Cute well, mum"
'.sir ~
''No ense! No ~ense mum. I ONLY
guessed as may be, seein as TO- morrow
would be thanksgiving. you'd do her up,
mum, stammered Jack, We red In the
face. and pointing to the child, who was
eagerly breath ng in great viii Is OF the
warm. lineny ali.
This be laundry, sir"
AYE That's why we re here, sla't it,