The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1889-12-05

talked, pleadeu Tor love ana Kindness,
while her flushed cheeks ana quick
breath betrayed her fear at finding her.
self alone with the WAR Governor"
What can do for you, my childp"
The kindly voice gave her little
courage and she cried:
"Oh, your excellency, give me my
brother, my twin brother! He is all
have, governor; there was only Roy
and me, and they have sent him to the
penitentiary for spy. Think OF man.
ma in heaven seeing her boy in such
place. He has no one to kiss good
night, and how can l pray keep us out
OF emptation,' with Roy in that dread
full placer And we were going to keep
Thanksgiving"
my dear child" exclaimed the be-
wilderod governor, what do you
meanp"
Then by careful questions, little by
little, the governor obtained the whole
story, and having that big, father heart
he was greatly touched and interested
by it, but unfortunately poor Roy had
been sent to a northern penitentiary,
over which the southern governor had
on control.
1t was fortunate, however, that this
man was not one to sit idly by when
there was wrong that he could help
to right. and so after thinking q few
minutes, he said.
Miss Daisy, tell your auntie want
to take you overto Washington the day
after tomorrow; we need only be gone
three or four hours, but, who knows,
perhaps in that time you can unlock
the heavy gates of Sing Sing peniten-
tiary So cheer up little one!'
Then turning to his private secre-
tary, he said:
Colonel please collect all the pa
pers in this case and have them ready
for me tomorrow. ......
1t was ten o'clock Of dreary No
venber day, and President Lincoln sat
at his desk, hastily but YEARLY glanc-
ing over pile of cards sent in by the
waiting host in the ante-chamber.
Presently one caught his eye, and he
turned 10 the door-keeper.
John, show in Governor Pierpont :"
A minute later the governor entered,
leading a little, shrinking, black k
robed figure. There was cordial
greeting between the two gentlemen,
and then Governor Pierpont said.
cheerily:
"Mr. Lincoln, you have asked me
for a great many men, now l am 60
ing to ask just one boy of you. Miss
Daisy, will tell you who he is and why
we want him?''
Until now, Daisy had been too fright
ened to raise her eyes from the floor,
but when pleasant voice said, kindly:
"Well, sissy. who is this boy the
governor wants?" she looked up and
her fear fed.
It did not seem possible at first that
the quiet, gentle looking man sitting
opposite her and patiently waiting fol
her to speak, could be the great Mr.,
Lincoln, the dreadful Yankee presi
, dent, but as she gazed at him, almost
fascinated the governors voice re-
minded her of her errand.
"Miss Daisy, tell him about Roy"
:, Oh, yes, she could do that; and with
a little, silent prayer "Oh, mamma in
= heaven, If you are your childern's
guardian angel, put words into my
mouth to save your boy" she began
her story.
And when she had finished, includ
ing in her tale Roy's pleading for 6
Thanksgiving, the president said:
> "Now, sissy, go home to your aunt,
tell her that 1 will help you to keep
Thanksgiving day."
80, Mr.. Linooln-"but Daisy could
y go no farther; she could only seize the
hand that was already writing an order
q for Roy's release, and kiss it over and
over,
: After few minutes she took out o
, little well-worn purse two ten dollar
gold pieces, and, holding them out sale
timidly.
"Willyou please tell me how to sent
these to Roy? Mamma gave us eact
! one as a keepsake, but l thought sh'
would want me to spend it to bring Roy
, home; he has no money, you know"
The president extended his hand:
. Give me your money" he said. -.
will send it TO him myself"
y Daisy left happy, little laugh.
& ''Oh, thank you, over and overt" sh'
. cried. Now I'll be sure he will ge
= it and dear Mr.. President, are yor
sure he will be home for Thanksglv
J. ing?"
s II am as sure as am that there i
IT no Thanksgiving day in old Virginia
u and never has been, has there, govern
a or?n
Is moi" laughed that gentleman, "bu
70 sure as am governor next year, there
l. shall be one, Mr.. President"
And then, after heartily shaking the
L, presidents hand the governor and
,, Daisy returned to Alexandra =;
70 Thanksgiving day at the Willoughb!
farm came at last. 'Oh, how gladl.
l we shall keep it, if he only comes!'
Aunt Eva said over and over.
lie 'If he only comes!'' All day lon
ID Daisy's eager, impatient feet had car
ried her up aud down the path to thu
farm gate. All day long Aunt Eva
ID sweet face had turned toward the doc
l at,the slightest sound outside. All da.
ot long Nanny Minty had been addln
one dainty to another until even he
d skill had been exhausted in their com
position.
OF "Dey'll taste mighty good to da
ar pore honey, arter de PRISONS cookin'
~ Dress he hearth
TO But patient or impatient waiting Wi
d not bring our loved ones any sooner