Western appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1885-18??, 1888-12-01

detected pile of nickles and small change
into her old black pocket-boo with a SIGH
which was far from festive.
The wind gave mournful little chirrup
as 1T came around the corner of the old
house, ana Miss Mandy shivered and drew
her faded shawl close around her
RHEUMATIC shoulders as she replied: my,
my, Serena, to think of coming down
to bread and milk for THANKSGIVING
dinner. Ideclare it's enough to make the
bones Of the Buells rattle in their graves
if they knew Of ito
''We'll hope they don't, ''said Miss Serena,
as he rose to pat her money in the bureau
drawer, right hand corner, and tucked I'M
der pile OF innocent looking handker-
chiefs. Father Buell. thought he was
leaving us provided for life when he made
that will, and here we are SO poor that it's
a temptation to think Of selling the cat"
SELLING the catp' echoed Miss Mandy, in
a shrill tone of surprise. Sell Thomas
Jefferson! You must be crazy, Serena, and,
besides, who's a buying cats?"
Captain Thompson offered me dollar
for him yesterday He had heard what a
up there is just oVerrun with mice''
1--WE might rent him or lend him for an ac-
commodation, but sell him, 'Lecta's Thomas
Jefferson, morn and Miss Mandy's foot
tapped down emphatically on the bare
floor
Some kind soul had given them gaily-
braided rug which they laid in the warm
est corner by the stove lowering over it as
they sat in their rockin G. chairs to knit on
unusually cold days. still it was q very
poor apology for the warmth and comfort
Of a carpet.
Poor 'Iectar' said Miss Serena. swell,
she's whore she don't need any Thanksgiv-
ing dinner,n and her eyes wandered to-
ward the window through which could be
seen the tops Of tall shafts of marble out
lined against the 5wintry horizon. 1t was
the village burial ground and only six
weeks before Electa the youngest of the
sisters, had been laid to rest there.
- wonder II the mansions in Heaven
have carpets and nice furniture; | do hope
So and that there'll be something like lace
curtains, for | have always wanted some
Tt0Ilace curtains, and I've never seen any
yet that just suited my idea,'' Miss
Mandy's eyes rested disapprovingly on the
windows, the well worn and faded shades
OF which conveyed no impression of
beauty to her mind. She had weakness
for lace, and in the childishness of age
might easily have been extravaganza in
gratifying her tastes had she the oppor-
tunity But never expect to have them
now this side o. Heaven"
LA, Mandy, how you do talk and Miss
Serena shook her head reprovngly las if
the Lord would spend His time making
lace curtains. or as if there is any thing
real in Them
well aud why shouldn't there be,
Serena Buell.: Isn't this world just full of
poor folks, who have -never:hsd the chance
to use the sparkling diamonds or the gilt
tering gold and all the beautiful things
He has furnished material for and given
people the understanding to make; and
why shouldn't they have their chance after
their hard work and their pinching and
scrimping is over2''
Miss Serena stared at her sister in
amazement, the idea was so entirely novel
that she had no words in which to combat
1T even II she had the desire. Her ewes
fell after moment, and she meekly raised
stick of wood and added it to the wan
ing fire.
lido hope," she said, refectively, 'that
there'll be water in Heaven, for I've al
ways longed for q sea voyage dlYt. I'm
never SO perfectly happy as when looking
OFF on sheet of water; such soothing,
restful feeling comes over me, Mandy I
can't explain why, but it's nature and
can't help it,
Vi COufSS Uner0'li pc water tnere,'
replied Miss Mandy, briskly She had
cherished these oddly unorthodox ideas for
some time, but in secret fearing her sis
ter would laugh at them. Doesn't it
tell in Revelation about the River of
Life, and il there's green fields why
shouldn't there be lakes and rivers, too.
But do say, Serena, what foolish Great
Gres We were, when we had the means OF
gratifying these innocent hkngs, that
we went on a boarding and boarding just
like all the family before US. until we
had nothing to hoard.''
at was the Buell. blood in u.s. and
Miss Serena shook her head mournfully
But if was to live my life over AGAIN
I'D have a trip to Europe out Of the
Buell. savings before any body'd get a
chance to swindle us out Of them.n
THERE'S no lack of lace curtains in
Russell Osbornes grand house, and he
had his trip to Europe said Miss Mandy
II l had to go with his conscience l
should expect to sink the boat before I