The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-11-26

it's an old crow-biddy. We are gong
to have a gen-ny-Win chicken for
Bob's Thanksgivin'. Yes, sir! Now,
mother, you hear Bob's verse won't
We? I tell him it is a Thanksgivin'
verse. I did well when Ipicked it out;
didn't II"
When Ted's mother went back into
the kitchen, she saw q lonely cracker
on the table.
''There, ii that Ted didn't leave his
cracker! Jest like him. He left it for
Bobbie, I know. Well Twill hear Bob
by say his verse" thought the mother.
Bobby showed that he was making
good progress in learning his Thanks
giving verse 1t was certainly very
comforting to hungry little fellow to
know there was a place where food
would be abundant. The days turn
ing like golden wheels toward Thanks
giving revolved slowly but surely,
and at last there came the day before
Thanksgiving.
Here's your Times, Press, and
Herruld!" Ted was shrieking He
chuckled now and then over the
thought that this very night, on his
way home, he would be able to stop
at the shop OF one Stubs and buy a
"gen- ny-wine" chicken for Bob's
Thanksgiving. He was so much alb
sorbed in happy thoughts that he did
not pay attention to horse and
carriage turning q corner near him,
just as he was starting to cross the
street. There was such acommotion,
too, on every hand-horsecars rumb-
ling, the drivers shouting merrily just
before Thanksgiving. And suddenly,
in the midst Of the confusion, Ted,
slipped out there in the street, and
the team turning the corner rushed
upon him. Oh, oh! how everybody
looking wished they conld look away
just then, and yet could not seem to
do it! ... .sa -...~
''Take him into this 'pothecary's
store here!" brawled policeman, as
poor little Ted was lifted up out OF
the pitiful turmoil. ~ = .. >"'
"Do you know who he ISL" inquired
the elegant Mrs. Stately, all her silks
rustling as she beamed upon the
apothecary.
1"Oh, yes!" said DR.. Drugs. 'eThey
call him Ted. Smart little Teller. Sells
early and late, especially late. Is'pose
they are poor folks and he has to. Oh,
marin! there are lots of 'em-lots of
poor! They'll have mean Thanks
givin' if somebody don't favor 'em.
That's so marin! P'lice just broke
down, marin, fairly cried, saying he
found in this poor little chaps pocket
some pennies in a, paper, and it said
For Bob's Thanksgivin'.' He knows
the family. tell ye that takes hold
OF ye." Here the apothecary wiped
his eyes.
"Do you know where he lives, sir?"
Down IN the Back Alley, I think"
"Ah! believe I have some houses
there. My agent has told me So"
"Better go down and take look at |
EN-" said DR.. Drugs, bluntly. s~
'I-I-I WILL" said Mrs. Stately, |
who did not personally know how
some people live in this world.
She had never seen her grimy,
dirty old tenement-houses. .- .~...r-..
She kept her word, went, resolved
she would edo lots" for thefolks there
and especially for Bobby, and his
That, though, could not
save Ted. It was soon evident that
If Bobby had found in Mrs. Stately a.
good friend on the earth, he would |
soon have a little friend in heaven.
This, though was the seventh; for six
little Thompsons had found q home
OF plenty in the skies. --
Thanksgiving morning came, new,
bright, golden.
n "0h!'' sobbed Bobby, pointing at
Ted, lying on his bed. "He's-he's
openin'-his-eyes -mother! she 60
in to get well?"
Yes, opening them and coming back
to this world a moment! And going
to get we'll!
"Say-your-v verse obby-your
Thanks came the words-oh, so
slowly and feebly!
Ted stopped, and began
s"Ihey neutrality-suspicious."
Then he stopped, and-forever. His
eyes shut again. A smile seemed to
t1utter on his face, like the motion of
a bright wing trying to rise.
"He's-gone-to-to spend Thanks
givin'-in heaven" said his poor
mother, covering her face with her
hands. Then Bobby dropped his
head on the bed, and sobbed bitterly.
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