The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-11-22

order home a whole bill of fare! He had
tried hard to get some pyramids to
do, or any little job%of work, but to no pur-
pose; he hadn't been able to pick up q
penny. And how delightfully."- would have
been if he could have earned. 9 couple O
ing Juggling q bird almost IS big as him
self and have lifted it TO the kitchen table,
and said, There's your turkey. dearest
mother. Please God. you'll never be with
out a turkey on Thanksgiving day while.
Tn at the fore!'' a#8T V 8S. X
noon. II was q dreary afternoon. the trees
all bare, the leaves blowing along the
ground, the skies leaden with impending
rain, and a wind beginning TO pine up out
of the dark east that promised storm and
made him think Of ahipwrecked craft and
drowning sailors. He was never quite SO
certain that he was ssome day going to be
a sea captain when tho wind blew from
the east AZ he was Ut other times. He sat at
twilight listening to the wind, On his stool
BY the fire, which was q poor fire ct DIN
ders, the coal was 40 low. with his
head in his hands, feeling very
was q gloomy world and he was u the
wrong side Of il; he didn't see how it was
ever going to get any better. Little Sue
was prattlinP to her mother in an engag-
ing way, and his mother smiled to hear her
how could his mother smile. His father
lay IA his pillows in the adjoining bed
room, looking at them through the open
door with an expression on his face almost
aB sad as TOMS. not quite, for Tom saw
no way out Of the coil. but the good man
among his pillows, knew that, heaven will
ing, his family would be all right when he
should be npon his feet again. But as Tom
round, it did seem very depressing to think
of that sick man. that tired May. that dear
mother, that gentle little Sue, without any
Thanksgiving dinner to speak Of. and that
Ned SIwombly-. He took up his cap and
stole out Of the house presently, not mean,
to be moving. IT was all unconsciously
to himself that his feet followed the path
down hill that led past the T%womblya'
houBe. VI " 'Sa5St$ z y .s&$ 8 ~
1t was the foot path of the pasture, and
the bars being down for the last bringing
took him straight BY the Twomblv kitchen
and the pantry whose window Was wide
open. The light from a window in tho
wing of the house shone full upon the
pantry, and there on the window shelf was
plainly visible q big turkey set to cool, just
its savory arom upon the frosty air; and
near If stood a glass bowl of quaking Gran
berry snuoe, and. rs he paused a moment
and looked in, there was surely q dish OF
cracked walnuts with some great punches
of raisins, and q pan of juicy red snow
apples. and--yes--a huge nince pie, one Of
the kind. Tom knew without tasting II, full
spioe--it made his mouth watcr to think
OF it. 5@93 5s$. ~
Aud thia gooaly array was Just the be-
ginning of the lwonlblys' Thanksgiving.
This turkey they wers 70 have cold evi-
IDENTITY; the other would BE- hot. Two tnrr
Keys Tor Ned Twomby, and be and Sue with
none! And then and there a hungry imp
81 OWL whispered in TOMS enr, why not
take TINT turkey and oslry. IL home.
II would be stealing, to be sure. but the
Twomblya would never feel the loss Of u.
They didn't need, nobody needed, two tur-
keys. ~ would NOT be hurting any one. And
ho could tell his mother ~ had been given
to him; II would beG easy enough to get up y
story that would conyinoa her. And that
would be living. yOAeiain always %tunlbles ON
the heula Of another. VI ~.
But could he not sustain the burden Of
the two rims for the anke ~ giving. his
mother and the girls auoh y dinner az that
turkey would maker There Was! no trouble
al all about it; he could reach the shelf