The Daily Texarkanian., 1894-11-22
bell burst into tiers.

Sue' lnereS JOnn mas lOSI INT
place as carpenter to the Silverbal
Coal Mine; he might have got it JUS
as well as not, but he was helping
old Mr., Judson to get in his turnips
You know what John is, mother
It's only one more day, Melinda,
says he. And Judson is old anc
poor and feeble So, while he wa.
doing old Judson's work for him
Philip Barton gets all the influence
he can and goes before the direc
tors meeting, and now he's carpen
ter to the mine, and my John may
just pick up any living he can, a,
mere days work"
He has always picked up goot
living, Melinda, said the old la
dy,
IT'S better to look out for
something better than day
wages, y said Mrs BluebelI, ITS
place that would have suited JohI
exactly, and everybody said JOIN
was fitted for it And I'm tired o
drudging on forever, no better OF
on Saturday night than you are OF
Monday morning. | never was 81
disappointed in all my lifel'
"My daughter, said the old lady
solemnly, "can you not trust in the
Lord for knowing what is best foI
your
Mrs. Bluebell did not answer II
the soft, serene light Of her mother
in-laws blue eyes, she dared not ut
ter all the rebellious words that
rose to her lips
''At all events, said she, after a
brief silence ''I shall not 60 into
the useless extravaganza of d
Thanksgiving dinner when we car
50 little afford it. That question il
settledW
'No thanksgiving dinner?" criec
honest John Bluebell, with genuine
astonishment, when he heard Of
the decision that had gone forth
'Bless me, Melinda, I'm forty-twC
years old next spring, and never
can remember the Thanksgiving
Day when we didn't have roast tur
key and cranberrY-sauce. y
"Therell be one to remember
now, said his wife, curtly. II
you had been attending to you
| business, John, instead of gettin(
in old Judson's turnips for him,
you'd have got that position in the
Silverball MineW
"Well, well, my dear" said Mr.
Bmebell, things aren't so bad, al
ter all. Work is little slack, t.
be sure; but, there's no carpenter
ing to be done, can go down il
the mines and earn a dollar anC
seventy-fve cents a day as assist
ant to any Of the boss miners, Yol
see there's Hale mines out his ST.
carloads day in the SilyerbalI
He finds his own assistant and hi.
own powder and tools for blastin ,
but he tells me there aren't man
days when he don't pile on six car
loads at ninety cts a load; and tina
counts up five dollars and fort
cent a day That's not bad bus
ness, eh, Melinda Give me littl'
more experience and I'll bore out
vein among those black diamond
for myself But I've got to lear
the business first. There's work fe
everybody among these coal regions
thank Providence,
But Mrs R'uebell was sullenl
obstinate,
"Tye nothin to be thankful for,
said she; "and ] shall not go througl
the farce of a thanksgiving dinner
Cold.boiled beef and minute pud
ding will do very well, as far as tn.
question of nourishment is con
cerned,
And the children looked blank
at one another at this sweeping dec
laration,
II was the evening before Thanks
giving "A dull, gray dusk, with fly
ING dashes Of snow in the air and /,
melancholy wind that howled dowl'
the chimney as little Fanny whis
pered to her brother, 'like a hun
cry dog looking for bone" Grat
mother Bluebel was commencing
scarlet wool sock for Mrs Power
baby who hadn't unfortunately
been born with silver spoon In II
mouth The children sat side b
side, reading out Of the same fairy
book, and Mrs, Bluebell was darr
Ing the family stockings in grh
silence. Honest John himself wa
out in the back kitched with a ia
low candle, a screw.driyer and