The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-11-26

thankful nur nuthin fur sparin' my or
merry life. IF I'd behaved myself an
staid sober could gin mother sech a
surprise, an though hain't much force
know it'd be plumb Thanksgivin' ter
mother to see her Jack agin."
Eyes, an | low, Jack, you'd gin right
smart o thanks ter be tuck up an sot
right down by yer nanny this minute"
remarked Ben.
"Thet / would" and Jack bowed his
head thoughtfully.
Ben went out of the cabin for more
wood to pile on the fireplace; but before
he had gathered up stick some one
called out
"Helloln
Ben turned and saw span of mules
hitched to light wagon, in which sat q
big, robust man and little old woman,
with veil tied over her face.
sis this hyer Their cabin q jack Temp
hnsF' the man asked.
at is, stranger returned Ben.
"Be yer Jack2"
mo; Jacks in Their cabin by Their fire.
He's been sorter used up fur SPELL
Ben approached the wagon, and Silas
Carrick sprang out to whisper in his ear:
"Say, pardner, tibet little ole woman
have brung, an weepin' soft tears o.
Joy back O. her veil, be Jacks mother,
come all the way frum Pennsylvany ter
hold Thanksgivin' with her boy"
"Jack was just tall1in' erbout her ter
me" replied Ben in a husky voice. Hes
real down hearted
"Wall, he'll have cause for thanks
givin' now" answered Silas. Here,
mother, let me help yer out" and he
took her in his strong arms and lifted
her carefully to the ground. Then sup
porting the trembling form to the door
he said, Jacks in thar, mother; yer go
right on i'm He opened the door of the
cabin for her, kindly helped her in, then
closed it behind her. "Yo'n' me be goin'
ter stay out hyer, pardner," he said to
Ben, still that meetin's over between
EN-"
At that moment there were two sim
ultaneous cries of joy, and the men out
side knew that the aged runaway was
clasped to Jacks breast. They walked
quickly away and began to unnitch the
| team.
About an hour later Ben and Silas en-
tered the cabin, where they found Jack
and his mother sitting side by side near
the fireplace, he holding her dear old
hands in his big ones, while her motherly
face beamed with perfect happiness.
"This is my jack she said proudly,
by way of introduction, to Silas.
eyer my own brother, Silas Carrick, I"
he cried, grasping Silas hand latter all
yer've done fur my mother | couldn't
never call yer aught else. Besides, I'm
in need of an own brother. hain't got
none," he said, with supreme contempt
that utterly ignored the relationship of
Peter Tompkins.
As Silas Carrick returned the pressure
of Jacks hand and looked into the clear
blue eyes, that revealed kindly nature,
he felt satisfied that the mother would
never lack for love and truest attention
from her Jack.
"a Teller never gits TOO old ter need
mother" he said; can KANT begin ter
speak my obligations ter Providence fur
bein SO good in bringin' mother safe ten
me. want ter just git Peter Temp
kins out o my head, an think only O.
good things an good folks, ASH help me
ter be the better man I'm amin tel
make O. myself. l was awful down
spirited like, but now my Thanksgiving
runnin' overl''
can SO be miner cried Jacks mother.
1.-THE Lord has restored me ter complete
happiness, after all my trouble, with my
Jack on this blessed Thanksgivin'." "A.
II. Gibson. in New York Observer.