The state capital., 1892-11-19

OWL d1nner tie fHOft, tHihAihS oii" A"e.
given rccompcnse. the best she had,
to some more unfortunate fellow crea-
ture.
1t was with very grateful spirit
that Miss Hettie looked in her pantry
late that afternoon; the turkey was
stuffed, ready for roasting, there were
a flaky apple pie, pan OF doughnuts
and a few punches of grapes.
She sat knitting in the twilight, and
thinking how kind Miss Dale, new
conner from the distant town, had been
to her. how much work she had given
her and procured for her from her
friends.
She sighed, wishing she could do
something to show her gratitude to this
kind friend And suddenly the thought
of her butter came to her. What
sweet, delicious butter she did make
from Dollie's milk!
She rose and hastily cutting few
pounds from her scantily filled jar, and,
donning her old shawl and bonnet, she
started on her errand. She stopped
half dismayed at the brilliantly-lighted
house, but finally went on and knocked
| at the rear door.
TO the servant who answered 1T she
gave her plate of butter, asking humbly
if Miss Dale would accept the little gill
for Thanksgiving. "She was SO very
thankful to her for her kindness.
| And Miss Hettie welcome plate OF
delicious butter graced Miss Dale's
beautiful Thanksgiving dinner.
| On Thanksgiving morning Hettia
went to the early church service, ant
heard beautiful, practical sermon Oh
"Thanks."
And she was home again in time te
cook her dinner. How inviting th'
table looked, though it was laid in th'
kitchen.
Farmer Jackson's generous gift, th'
turkey, was delicioIsly Drowned, ant
the potatoes, the squash, the pie AM
the doughnuts and the grapes were al
placed on the table at once in the gooc
old-fashioned way. And "Miss Het
tie" as the villagers, young and DID, al
called her, was bountiful hostess.
."Then she didn't dine alone?'
Oh, no. She had chosen for he
guests those of her acquaintance VIII
had the least to be thankful for. Iher
were four happy faces gathered aroun
, her table, happy for that day at lea:
, aud many days to come, in remen
brance of this Thanksgiving dinner
which Miss Hettie had SO kindly IL
| vited them.
, Little Tommie Smith was there. Bt
|. sides being lame and obliged to go o
r crutches poor Tommie had drunke
{ father and wretched and disordere
: home. Very pleased and happy did h
look as he sat at Miss Hetties rigf
hand, and how he did enjoy this bou'
+ tiful dinner. 1t was the first time
$ ever knew what Thanksgiving day
t could be.
q And more than the wholesome, d
liphtfuI food were Miss Hettie's brigl
! smile and the restful. thankful spir
| which pervaded the little house and I'll
: hearts of it's inmates
Resides Tommie, Mr.. Mott, poo
o old, forlorn, rheumaticky man (poor
f friends mean, who lived across I'll
lane, had hobbled in, and, for the tin
g forgetting his pain, was basking in Il
unaccnstomed warmth and glow OF tn
IS Thanksgiving dinner gathering. Pol
O Moore, a laundress, an old friend
4 Miss Hettie, with her little niece, al
shared the festivities.
e You can hardly imagine how su
prised all .hese four people were whs
$ they wera so unexpectedly invited
= "Miss Hettie" to Join her ThanlssgiviE
dinner. Some Of them scarcely kne