The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1893-12-02

III TIC OlA udAs WV was SomChhAhS
like an additional child to care for.
"Those people are crazy" growled
old Mr.. Bullion, the landlord. Cant |
pay their own debts; six weeks behind |
in their rent, and yet they must needs
assume the feeding of another mouth
and the clothes of another back.
Crazy, crazy"
'Would you let the old man starvel"
asked Sepple.
For answer, Mr.. Bullion muttered |
something about the principle of po-
litical economy and the improvidence
of working people.
Mrs. Sepple was sitting by the win
dow of their small dining room one
day doing an odd job of dressmaking
for neighbor, whereby she hoped to
earn enough to buy an uupretentious
Thanksgiving turkey, for the old uncle's
mind dwelt with serious presidency
on the idea of the festival which had
been nothing but dream to him in his
exile.
IF it is only small turkey" said
she, with a pint of cranberries and
the cheapest pie that we can buy at
the bakers, it win satisfy uncle and
the children. I'll get along with my
alpaca dress for the present, and my
bonnet isn't so very shabby if keep
the veil well pinned over it. And the
children will be pleased to have a real
Thanksgiving
Mr.. Sepple smiled sadly as he said;
"You are always thinking about
other people, Effie."
"She was stitching busily away at the
hounces of Mrs. Meeker's garnet merino
dress, and Uncle Blight at the other
window was amusing the children. He
J loved them and they were fond of him;
and the mother, quick to seize upon any
point for gratitude, declared that the
children were no trouble at all since he
came. He had been an actor once, in
that far-off country, where his life was
spent, and in the old brown valise there
were remains of stage fnery that filled
the hearts of the little folks with glee,
And when he could be induced to re-
hearse the funny parts, as little Mollie
called them, Mrs. Sepple declared that
it was as good as a play, and laughed
with the others.
One day Mollie darted away from the
rest and ran into the shop, dressed in a
quaint robe of imitation ermine, with
a brass-mounted tiara on her head.
Look, papa, look !" she cried. II am
dressed like the picture Of the Empress
Josephine in my.sdstory"
Mr.. Sepple was busy examining de-
ficient link in Colonel Rays watch-chain
through his glass.
''Run back to your mother, child, ]" he
said, not noticing the masquerader.
Colonel Ray took step forward.
stop a moment" said he. cam
dreaming or is that the astoria have
been looking for all my life"
The jeweler laughed without laying
down his magnifyer.
"It's only set of stage jewelry that
our old uncle bought at the auction sale
of deceased actress effects at sgd
ney," said he. He used to be on the
stage himself. 1t does for the children
to play with"
: "Did you ever examine it closely?
asked the colonel.
, ''No; I've no time for such antics. I've
, heard them talking about the blue glas:
and the emeralds, but"
Molly burst into a wall
, ''He has taken my crown" she cried
"pm not the Josephine any morew
, Colonel Ray pushed the tinsel thar;
across the counter.
"Look at that central stone," he sale
in voice that quivered with suppress
, sed emotion. "Do you call that glass?'
Sepple uttered an exclamation o
amazement. The side Jewels in the
brass crown were coarse colored crys
tai, the central one blazed with the blue
f six-rayed light Of gem.
) "What does this meant" said he.
t ''Just what want you to tell me,
replied the colonel.
: GAS sure as you and I stand here, thi
is star sapphire"
r II knew l should find it," said Ray, il
: a tone of quiet conviction.
, 81 congratulate you, colonel. You ar,