River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1893-11-23

Tor those who think upon His command
ments to do them. Don't be afraid to
invest in this bank. nv 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 babe them good
night, Deacon Brown called The boys"
up the next morning as soon as il was
daylight; said boys" being al 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,
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
such delicious mince PIES as you
make. mother; I counted twenty-five
on she pantry shelf / noticed. too,
that the big churn is full of dough
nuts, such dOughnuts as can't be beat
anywhere"
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,
together with pan of doughnuts half
a 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.
Il think / shall. Polly. Poor souls!
won't it be a treat to them? Perhaps
bringing a 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? 1t is so like
you 10 do more than is asked or ex-
pected. But il will all come back
again"
the smiling faces that were looking in
upon them from the open door.
Good morning, children. You are
on hand, see / would have let you
sleep longer. but there's my Thanks
giving sermon. you know, and / shall
need your assistance in giving il point
and effect
I'VE 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 flour 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 hail, were all 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"
Tie two elder boys had seat in the
sleigh with their father, while the
other three young men mounted the
load of wood. And now, in the visible
delight of all who had a hand in it,
Deacon Browns thanksgiving sermon
was fairly under way, mother" and
the girls standing out on the porch,
and with their smiles and good wishes
cheering it on its errand of love and
mercy.
I wish we had time to go along with
il, and hear the words of hope and
cheer that brought light and comfort
to 50 many darkened and sorrowing
hearts. IL was truly Thanksgiving
sermon all the way through.
My Master sent me with these
tokens of His love and care for you,"