The Coconino weekly sun., 1893-11-30

dence, my son. The rest ot my text contains a promise, that which he hath given will He pay him again What better paymaster can man have than the Author and Giver of all good? AnG l can truly say that l have been doublv repaid-in my heart, in my home, in my children, as well as in the more enduring riches that are laid up for those who think upon His command ments to do them. Don't be afraid to invest in this bank, my children. Begin now in your youth, and when your hair is white as mine see if what your old father tells you is not true" In accordance with the intimation given them when he bade them good night, Deacon Brown called ''the boys" | up the next morning as soon as it was l daylight; said "boys" being all strong, stalwart men, some of them with heads higher than his own.
 However reluctant they might feel to leave their warm beds at that early hour, the young men promptly obeycd the summons. Guided by the sound of the old mans voice, they gathered at the open door of the pleasant kitchen, where the fragrant odor of coffee and broiled chicken gave token of the sub stantial breakfast that was preparing | for them.
 Deacon Brown stood by the stove, watching his wife as she hustled from table to pantry, and from pantry to closet
 tsSvob da1irin,,S -,,ipca r,aa ao uo,, make, mother; counted twenty-five on the pantry shelf l noticed, too, that the big churn is full of dough- nuts, such doughnuts as can't be beat anywherer
 The good woman smiled. Forty years of loving companionship had made her husbands heart as easily read as an open book.
 You'll find a dozen of those pies, Jabob, on the long table in the hall, l together with pan of doughnuts, half a cheese, and some packages of tea and sugar. I guess you'll know what to do | with 'em."
 The old mans face fairly glowed with | joy and satisfaction.
 q think shall, Polly. Poor soulsl won't it be treat to them? Perhaps bringing thought of the Giver of all | good to some darkened mind that sell | dom thinks of Him And won't it make our own Thanksgiving dinner taste better-eh, good wife? It is so like you to do more than is asked or ex- l pected. But it will all come back again."
 Here the deacon caught glimpse of the smiling faces that were looking in upon them from the open door.
 Good morning, children! You are on hand, l see. would have let you sleep longer, but there's my Thanks | giving sermon, you know, and shall need your assistance in giving it point and effect"
 We are all ready, sir" was the prompt reply. ''only tell us what to | do."
 You, Son John, and Nephew Charles, will please put the yoke of oxen to the big sled. loading it with three cords of hard, dry wood Son Andrew, you may go up the attic and bring down some turkeys that you will find hanging by the chimney. Sons Robert and Henry may harness Nelly and Kate to the double sleigh, and, taking out the back seat, put into it the barrel of apples and bags of meal and four that you will find in the storeroom as you go in. By that time breakfast will be ready and you. hungry enough to enjoy it." | After breakfast the products of Mrs. Browns culinary skill, the cheese and groceries in tempting array upon the long table In the hall, were ali tucked snugly away in the sleigh, under the buffaloes; for neither the good woman nor her husband were among those who did their aims ito be seen of men,"
 The two elder boys had seat in the