Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1892-11-24

Their Michaelmas and Candlemas ant
Fast-day yarns and the midsumme
dreams and Fourth-of July narratives
and Decoration day and anniversary
tales, strung like nuns rosary, told an(
retold, month by month and year afte
year."
my DEAR" said her mother, polishing
her glasses yet a little more, "all suci
days have memories; and one generation
tells its story to the next"
"As if every generation didn't have
memories enough of its own, mother,
and she gave the table-cloth vicious lit
tie pull and replaced the plates, which
were already in their correct places. "I
is like opening old wounds, probing 8
malignant ulcer, or bringing the hideous
old skeleton out of the closet, every time
s'occasions" specify; l tell you hate
and despise it all!' and she swept into
the great pantry like an indignant queer
usually pale cheeks and the brown eyes
taking on brilliance that would have
given them title to blackness. Pres.
emily she came bringing plate OF
snowy bread in one hand and golden
pat of butter in a shining glass dish ia
the other; as she placed them on the
table her mother returned to the subject
as if like restless ghost it would not be
'slaid."
"It's the story of life, Margaret, what
were the lines you were reading only an
evening since, beautiful lines they
| were:
"Only the same old story, told in different
strain;
Sometimes smile of gladness and then stab of
Some lines flash of sunlight and then the drift
ing rain"
Sand the stabs of pain are too much fer
us, don't you think, sometimes" said
Margaret, "and the rain drifts across the
plains till we are blinded, just blinded
and the lambs, the wee lambs, are
drenched and chilled and even the shep-
herd despairs of getting them to shell
ter" and M irgaret shivered as though
the winds aud cold drenching rain had
fallen upon her.
"Well, Margaret, there is Shepherd
that never leaves his w." and the con-
versation was Interrupted by the bolster
Gus opening and shutting of doors and a
boyish voice declared, "I'm hungry as
bear, Aunt Gritty" and another, in a
soft treble answered back, land as cross
as one, too. Hes too cross to even please
himself, Auntie.'
The stern face relaxed at these childish
sallies and the aunt, who was passion
ately fond of this boy and girl, left by
dead brother and sister to her care.
looked smilingly at them from her deep
brown eyes as she Inquired if it were
"exactly safe' for such creature to be
at large. ''What has rutfled Lafayette's
temper, Susy?"
son, it's just that Sammy Field again
Ha rpa11xy is ho in no
world there isn't one decent thing about
him, so there! He tells what isn't true
and meddling with what doesn't concern
him the scholars all hate him!''
81 hope not, Susy how hard it must be
for him to think that every one of his as
sociates hates him.
''Call your grandfather, Lafayette, and
Susy wheel up grandma's chair and give
her the faithful as they laughingly
called the cane she was so accustomed to
use.
cpd like to beat his old phiz black and
blue" was what Lafayette was saying
when he took one of the pals from his
grandfather and entered the kitchen.
s'Tut, tut, boy, slet not the sun go
down upon your wrath better words
than | can give you for advice. Keep
your temper down."
L uc sun ROuc uOWu dllcdUy duu d
fellow can't help being mad when he's
whatever, only from spite. I'd like to
serve him as Lion does the woodchucks,
shake till his hide flew off,"
swell, well, Gritty, whatever has
come to the boy?' said the gentle grand
mother sand haven't you anything to
pacify such wild creature with?'
81 rather think have" was The an
swer, and plate of honey cakes was
placed near Lafayette. ''Sweets to the
sweet, you know" and the boy Redeemed
even through the flush of anger that was
still on his face.
''Jolly, you're good though, auntie! l
didn't think you could get time for
honey cakes, with the boiled cider and the
apple butter and all the rest.''
''Gritty gets through with heaps of
work, boy, most as much as your grand
ma used to at her age; not quite.
though" and the old man smiled benig-
nantiy on them both.
The supper was somewhat silent after
all +; each seemed to be deep in thoughts
of their own and not until the round
table was drawn.out and the curtains
down was there anything like converse
ton. Lafayette got out the apple parer
and Susie, with bib-apron on and the big
wooden tray at hand, was ready for
work with the choppiDg-knife. ''Now
for the Thanksgiving mince meat, | sup
pose," said grandpa, as he drew off his
boots and put on the neatly wrought
slippers recently made by Margaret. The
thought came to his mi"d of one bless
ing Tor which he was unspeakably thank
full and that was his beloved daughter,
Margaret.
SHOW for the usual half hour with an
author, Aunt Gritty"
"Who do you desire to hear from to-
night lad?''
"Locksley Hall is not quite through
with; how sorry am Tennyson is dead"
'Ill tell you, auntie," said Susy, 81
just glanced at a story in this weeks
paper that think will be fine, and save
Tennyson for some work not quite SO
prosaic.'
mo work is prosaic, if you must needs
do it, little maid you understand how to
make ''tbat, and the action fine'' do you
not?'
"What a little preachment, auntie
but as this is Thanksgiving preliminary,
and the story a THANKSGIVING tale iC