St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1894-11-29

fro from family to family. put no one
| in the city dreamed of the sym
pathetic connection of those three
houses-the mansion, the cottage
and the tenement. 1.-The electric cord
with which we're deeply. darkly
bound" was pulsing warmly from
Mr.. Anthony Palmer to his sister
Mary, and from sister Mary to
Harriet Pinkham and Susan Craig.
$50 Mary can't come" said Mrs.
Prescott Palmer, with undisguised
satisfaction. ITS just like her to in
vite somebody outside the pale of
civilization"
Indeed it is" thought Mary's
brother, with a rush of the old affec-
ton for gentle little Mary. IF l
could only steal out and sit down
with her humble guests it would be
an immense relief, and l might al
most forget I have married an
heiress. Silver and cut glass and
everything else on my table that
shines-plenty of dazzle, but nothing
that warns the heart. Dear little
| Mary, l envy you today
Mr.. Palmer. you're so absent
minded. Here I've asked you twice
about that Madeira, and got no
answer. II you would only be
courteous like Annette's husband
Though that's hardly to be expected,
l suppose, from one of your early as
soc1ations."
Eyes, yes, my DEAR" responded the
millionaire, YEARLY, taking up again
his thread of thought in this wise:
Pm going to give myself new SEN
sation. I'll send Tom over to the
brown cottage and bid him slip
hundred dollar bill under every one
OF the plates. If Mary can afford to
befriend our old schoolmates-why,
SO can l Mary. Betty, Hattie and
Sue-only four hundred dollars. And
if Martha hears of it-why, it's
good cause, and can stand little
scolding."
To be brief, the tenement came to
the cottage that day in person and
the mansion came there by proxy.
The hostess placed the precious bills
under the four plates with four
separate thrills of delight.
BLESS Tony's heart, I'm afraid 1
can't keep it to myself till dinner is
served"
But she did, and such a hilarious
feast of surprise and joy and graf
itude as graced the modest board
Harriet Pinkham chopped nobody
would mind her wild behavior, for
she felt as light-headed as Jack climb
ing the beanstalk."
Mrs. Craig begged pardon, but
couldn't help crying, it was so unex-
pected."
Betty wonderfully how Uncle
Tony happened to think Of such
beautiful thing"
1T was the Lords doings," re-
sponded Harriet, folding her hands
under the tablecloth.
1T was He who whispered to me,
The poor We have always with
you,'" was Mrs. Mary's thought,
and it startled her.
Skeptics that we are, are we not
startled always when a whisper
seems to come to us from heaven?
The brown cottage and the
weather-stainedt tenement never for
got that Thanksgiving. In the
mansion it was memorable as the
tureen that never could be ma tched.
This calamity was SO dire that it
quite eclipsed the loss of the four
hundred dollars. Mrs. Prescott
Palmer only scolded half an hour
over her husbands folly. Then she
went back to the tureen-and stayed
there.
The happiest Thanksgiving I ever
knew" unused Mr.. Palmer, who was
not listening. Il distinctly think I'll
try the same sort Of thing another
year, Sophie May in the Congre-
gational1st.
Honor Parkhurst by Following Him.
Some sort of peculiar tribute to
Rev. DR.. Parkhurst is now being
discussed at New York, and the
World invites suggestions as to
what form it shall take. Some
curious persons suggest a house-a
grand one to cost several hundred
thousand dollars in which the simple
hammered reformer can immune him
self in regal splendor. They are we'll
meaning people, but they have got
too much of a certain sort of New
1OIh SpIIll anu tastes. OlHeIS du-
wise a home for fallen women, an
other suggests triumphal arch and
another wants a big banquet, and
so on. 1t remains for an anonymous
clergyman to touch the right key
"build wisely upon the foundation
Rev. DIR. Parkhurst has laid and you
will erect in this city lasting
monument of reform to his memory.
His fame is assured. > Springfield
Republican,