Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1888-11-28

and picked It up, ODeyln9 IN Impulse fof
which he could not account 40 he sancOthod
1t out and laid it upon his knee
Why, Martha" he exclaimed, In ex-
cited tones, sit IS copy Of our old homo
paper. What strange chance has brought
it to my handan
He looked 1t over, but strange names
alone met his eye until he turned it over.
when an obituary paragraph caught his
attention. as
It was notice Of his sister Electass
death and short sketch Of the Buell. sis
tors, their loss Of fortune, notice of him.
self, and the mourning Of the sisters for
their long lost brother.
$50 that rascal, Russell Osborne, has
contrived to scoop in their fortune, has
herr he said, wrat hfully. II have done
wrong, Martha, to leave them so long to
the mercy Of such man." s@.5s,
''Of course you have" replied Mrs.
Buell., regretfully. ''They were not to
blame because your father wronged you. ("
"But fancied they endured the wrong
too patiently at the time," replied Mr..
Buell., though can see now that it was
only their undemonstrative ways which
seemed so cold and Indifferent. have
moro OF the ilnpulsive Churchill blood in
my veins while they are all Buell."
well, then, if there has been q wrong
done tho first thing to do is to right it,''
said lively Kitty, with timely practicality.
Sand that means to give Fido his paper
again." said Rollo, as the little dog looked
up at his lost plaything with beseeching
whine. Mr., Buell. tore out the item and
tossed the paper back to the dog a. he re-
marked: "You are quite right, Kitty, and
what do you say to spending THANKSGIVING
with your aunts2"
'Oh! that would be lovelyp' replied
Kitty, clapping her hands gleefully; ''poor,
lonely old ladies' Wen make them q
Thanksgiving surprise party and carry our
own dinner"
1T may be they are really needy, and, as
Kitty proposes, under the guise Of sur
prise we can carry all the materials for an
old-fashioned dinner" assented Mrs.
Buell.. "Of course, in their quiet life they
are not prepared for such an unexpected
influx into their family"
- merry evening was spent by tho
young people in planning for the coming
journey, but Mr.. and Mrs. Buell. talked
over the matter with grave faces. Electa
had been the beauty of the family, and,
in one sense, his favorite sister, though
Amanda occupied more Of q mothers
place to him after his own mothers death,
and the thought that she would be missing
from the family circle was sad one, as
we'll as the fear that she had died in
privation and poverty, when, had he
known of their loss of fortune, he would
so gladly have supplied every need, and
he bitterly reproached himself that he
ho oil a. 70 81 s~l;
to their welfare so long. His sisters in
possession of the estate, a part of which
he considered belonged to himself, he had
regarded with partial Indifference, but
Mandy and Serena, old, poor, and alone in
their old age, touched very tender
chord in his heart, and he entered into the
idea of the surprise heartily.
It was the week before Thanksgiving,
and the sisters were washing up their lit
tie pan of breakfast dishes. The meal had
been scant and the dishes in consequence
were few in number.
1T appears to me I could eat whole
ham if had it." sighed Miss Serena, as
she put a crust to soak for Thomas Jeffer-
son, "b0t buying ham at twenty cents a
pound is quite different from going to ones
own smoke house for one. I declare got
so hungry last night that I dreamed about
it." .,
"Don't, Serena" said Miss Mandy, with
q queer little tremble in her voice. cit has
been bearing down on me all the morn
ing. what is going to become of US in our
old age. You and me can't work always,
and the thought of Buell. being dependent
on charity is" and here Miss Mandy's
voice became lost behind the pantry door
where she had gone, ostensibly to set up
mr. So1n of $nno St1hn
. She was still there feebly rattling the
his head into the door.
"Say, hee'rd the news, Miss Buell2" he
bawled out. IMAM told me to come
over'n tell yer that the $40 express
is all smashed up over to Lexington, an
old Russ Osborne's kilt. Abs gone after
him anil bring i'm back termorrer."
"Why, the land sakes, Lem Barker, you
don't say" cried Miss Serena, with uplift-
ed hands, fare you telling the truth or
fibbing?" but the boys mother had
called him away from game of marbles
to deliver the message. and he was half
way back to his play. @s7
ibid ever," and Miss Mandy sank into
a chair with the traces Of tears still be-
dewing her spectacles. I'm the midst Of
life we are in death. It amt much use
to worry, Serena, about what'll happen to
US tomorrow if we can only scratch up
enough to supply our needs to-day. Poor
Russell Osborne" and the mans misdeeds
and crooked life was forgotten for the
time in their pity for his violent and un-
timely end. ~ 90
The sisters were shivering over late
breakfast on Thanksgiving morning, which
was clear and frosty, when the morning
train from the West rolled into the sta
ton.
'.''Well," remarked Miss Mandy, discon
solately, as she poured the tea-they al
ways drank tea in the morning, saying
that it woke them up for the day better
than cotfee-"pigeon pie isn't the ten
derest eating that ever was, but it's better
than bread and milk for q holiday dinner.
That was bright idea Of yours, Serena,
to catch those pigeons, though did ex-
pect to see you break your neck climb
ing that ladder into the loft"
"Well, Mandy, I just couldn't let the