Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-11-25

dence, my son. The rest OF 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?
Anc 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
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 obeyed
the summons. Guided by the sound of
the old mans voice, they gathered at
the open door of the pleasant kitchen,
| "llCIG JllC dnG ONlOl VI NOilCC anu
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.
Such delicious mince pies as you
make, mother; l 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
anywhcrc!"
The good woman smiled. Forty years
of loving companionship had made her
husbands heart as easily read as an
open book.
You'll find dozen of those pies,
Jabob, on the long table in the hall,
together with pan of doughnuts, half
cheese, and some packages of tea and
sugar. / guess you'll know what to do
with EN-"
The old mans face fairly glowed with
JOY and satisfaction.
II think l shall, Polly. Poor souls!
won't it be n 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
bctter-eh, good wife? 1t is so like
you to do more than is asked or ex-
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 arc
on hand, see, l would have let you
sleep longer, but there's my Thanks,
giving sermon, you know, and i shall
need your assistance in giving it point
and effect"
I'VE are all ready, sir" was the
prompt reply. "only tell us what tc
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 mag
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 bach
seat, put into it the barrel of apples
and bags of meal and flour that yor
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 ant
groceries in tempting array upon the
long table in the hall, were all tucked
snugly away in the sleigh, under the
buffaloes; for neither the good woman
nor her husband were among thosC
who did their aims ito be seen o
men"
! The two elder boys had seat in th'