Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-11-25


II say, mamma" he cried, .1ers be-
gin Thanksgiving tonight Let's have a
nice supper I'm so hungry Then let's
have some popcorn and"--he paused rs "
trying 10 originate some new dissipation
--'let's make some candy You know,
mamma, we haven't made any on the
new stove yet, and maybe we can't do
that. I'm 90 tired Of not doing anything j
nice--ain't your
Eyes, dear, I'm more tired than eau
tell, aud sudden tears dimmed her eyes.
Don't cry; oh, don't cry, mammal
Please don't | really think" added the
wise little fellow, THAT you need Little
more fun-don't your
u think | do. You are wiser than
you know, my dear"
"Thon let's have some molascs candy"
Ruth laughed at the ehild's logic. She
needed "fun." therefore she needed mo
lasses candy Then she resolved that
tho dear child who found his sunshine OF
shade in her eyes should have his "fun,"
though memories heavy and dark were
thronging upon her. 80 they made n
Jolly supper. The wonderful stove baked
the sweet potatoes 10 turn; they made
no demand upon 1t to which u did not
respond.
Then the lamp shone with unusual
brilliance, mamma had brushed her
pretty hair TIL tho little sunny rings lay
all around the fair. whito forehead, and
sho had, just to please Ned. put on the
pretty cardinal wrapper, and Ned do
clgred there wasn't a pret,ler lady in the
land.
Then came the candy making aud
corn popping. Again the little stove
proved itself success
"Iiow Jolly 1t is, isn't It mammaT
cried the child.
"very Jolly. dear" said the brave lit
tie mother. remembering nm evening ten
years agones as gay as heart could wish,
followed by a day the darkest sho had
ever known. She had never seen John
sherman since tho hour when ehc had
sent away from her the strong arm aud
the strong. truo heart.
But In spite Of tho heariaehc. thc told
over aud over the stories she had told u
thousand times before. and sang the III.
tie songs Ned liked 10 hear. unNl, ~ tho
clock struck, she aaidi DO you know,
my dear. that It Ia y o'clock. aud ! must
run down to Mira Green's with her
dress. She couldn't keep Thanksgiving
without IT, half her praises would be
left out II she could not ting thom In a
velvet gown.
80 You Just ait right hero In this
chair. will not be gono moro than
twenty minutes. you can stay alone
that little bit Of awhile. can't your
II was brave little voice that an
swcrcd 'of course can. III just think
about tho farm and the horses. think
III have gray horses, anyway"
Ruth throw long black cloak over
her bright gown 1t covered up her
shabbiness. did this friendly wrap. when
from her work sho had 10 run 20 market,
and now II covered her unwonted gay
attire. She had passion for color; rich.
warm hues thrilled her like music. She
said sho felt like another woman whom
dressed In tho glowing, rich. warm
cardinal wrapper with its flowing folds.
Always when Ned wished Some indul.
gcnco which she felt obliged 70 deny him.
he would tay. II know you'd say yes,
mamma. II you had on pretty dress or
q pretty ribbon at your throat"
| As sho FASTENED down tho street with
her bundle, In the face Of the keen No
vember wind. the thought Of all her
broken dreams. OF the weary years
passed by the side Of the man who made
every hour a torture. Of his wretchcd
lifc and more wre,ched death. Of tho
one who. somewhere In tho world-in a
world widely different from her own
lived forgotful Of her.
She thought Of tho years to como
weary, lonely wears abe thought they
must be. yet shs wanted to live them.
For the sake Of tho child she prayed 10
live. She prayed. too, that her trials
might not make her hard or bitter.
On tho way homo sho stopped at tho
grocers and made various little addi.
tons to their prospective Thanksgiving
dinner. The frosh air invigorated aud
exhilaraied her. aud by the tino sho
reached her own gate she raised CRATE
full eyes 10 tho stars that .honc so bright
ly above her. "rhey arc always there"
sho said roverontly. ''howeyer dark II
seems God Ia good His tender mer.
cies arc over all his works, and what Is
best for me he will not withhold"
She went up tho walk saying softly TO
herself that restful poem Of Burroughs;
The stars come nightly 10 tho sky.
The dewa fali on tho thirsty leai
Nor tlmo orspaoe nor deep nor high.
Can Keep my own away from me.
What matter 10 stand Aiohoi
| walt with ioy the .omine years.
| My heart shall reap where II has town.
And gathered up the fruit Of tears.
Tho room looked very pleasant TO her
as she opened the door-the bright light,
the brighter FIRE, aud sweetest, fairest
sight Of all, her boy curled up IN tho
rocker fast asleep lie reused at her
coming. She had juSt loosened tho
iieecy crimson cloud around her head
and unclasped the cloak. when there
came a rap at tho door. Quick rs a
fash came the thought, There's some
thing wrong with the dress-a button TO
move or n seam 10 take In the hundrodth
part OF an inch"
She opened tho door. No package was
thrust In her hands, no small boy was
there with a disagTeeable errand on his
lips. Instead, tall man, bronzed aud
boarded. stood without
"Come In, - she said, In reply 10 his In
quiry ~ Mrs. Gray lived there.
In he stepped, tall. strong and broad