The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-12-01

of her. Their own mothers did not stop at home.
 This was the day before Thanksgiv- ing, and great rows of fat turkeys were hung around and fine little white pigs were lying in state, each with red ap- pie in his mouth. Big barrels of shin ing eranberries stood along the side walks, and there were fat plum pud- dings and thick pies in the pastry cooks windows, and my! but it made you hungry just to walk past those food shops.
 Everybody was in hurry. The boys stood at the Pockets en- trance, watching the passers. Every one seemed to have bundle Now It was bunch of celery sticking out, now a fowls foot, now something wrapped up tight so you could not see what 1t was, now something that took two hands to carry, and had to be held straight-but you could bet there was a cake in that bundle! Thanksgiving was not kept in the Pocket.
 "say," said one of the boys suddenly, "let's give Thanksgivin party. None of yer Christmases fer me. Thanksgiv- | in is swell. Yer ain't givin' tings all de time-jes' eatin'. Oats de boy fer me. Say, we'll give party, and not have no eatin' and fool de crowd!" How'll we fool 'em?"
 "Leave dat to me-
 So they put their heads together and { fell to planning and then to fighting They always settled things with a fight, which is good, honest way of settlement. The fight to-day was long and earnest. They rolled out on to the sidewalk, ard the passers were vexed because they had to step around them Down by the Pocket they don't trouble | to stop fights They are sure to stop 1 themselves after while | A man with his arms full of big turkey stumbled over them, and as he picked himself up exclaimed angrily: Get out of the way here now, or I'll call policeman. Mind your manners { for once."
 If we should be a-nindin' our man. ners," said one of the ntestants, pull | ing his sleeve across his bloody nose, it would not be de likes of you we'd be a-talkin' wid on the street."
 The man laughed, He had won his turkey at shooting gallery around the corner, and could afford to. {. This broke up the fight, and the trife under discussion was allowed to drop fer the present.
 So they would give party. Their bitterest enemies of the Pocket were invited. They were given to under stand there would be unlimited turkey and food of all kinds.
 "I'll bet it's lie,' said one of the in vited guests promptly.
 The boys washed patch on their faces and knocked at the little button
 holer's door. They wished to borrow 8
 huge kettle they knew she possessed
 All the Pocket people borrow. | wen kill de kids if dey hurt it.,
 they explained, but we're goin' to give
 a party to-morrer, a fool party. and we
 wants dis. Don't yer tell de kids dert
 aint no eatin'."
 She sat sewing after they left, ant
 thinking, too. They, must be goot
 boys to want to give pleasure to theil
 mates. Of course, they would have tc
 play party. How could they have eat
 ing? Poor boys!
 IL WAS SOOu Stte ulu uDL uHu6TStGHI
 their fool party nor the impish glel
 with which they were planning it
 She lived alone with her buttonholes
 Day after day was the same, save
 sometimes the holes were worked Witl light thread and sometimes with dark She did not mingle with her neighbors
 though many time she went ava!
 from her window with a sorry heart fo
 what she saw of them.
 Presently she began to sew so exci tedly she pricked herself several times "Why not?" she thought, and her eye
 grew very hr;ght. She arose yer, quickly, and took an old wallet ou
 from under the mattress It held al
 her savings. They were small. People
 are mostly satisfied with machine-mad
 buttonholes.
 "There'll be enough for turkey din ner anyway-of course there'll be al
 awful lot of them, but I'll get paid to nie ht--I can get stuff enough, I know. Her thought went to her cheeks. an, made them pink. She rapped sharpl. on the window to the two boys, wh, , were sitting outside close together planning their devltry. | Boys, Sne caleu, II tell you, , can't eat my turkey all alone to-mor , row. I never do." co buttonholer , when did you eat turkey last?) 50 am a-go,ng to bring it to the party, ant maybe a few fixin's." r The boys gasped. And I want you to help me carr,
 things to the table tomorrow. Vel ; set it right in the middle of the Pocke ; there. and we'll have a real good time. The boys forgot their plans. The } were not pretty plans Immeaiatel ' trey began to plan with her. Her were "eatin plans. Theirs coul 7 wait.
 On her way home from her wor 7 that night the little buttonholer pushe l her way through into crowded shops I and spent all her savings away. He , arms were loaded full, her cheeks sti ipink, and her eyes shining. Never i |. all. her life had she spent money lil I this.
 I Them poor boys" she said to her :, self and laughed.
 3 The red-faced policeman, whose bea 9 was near the Pocket, insisted on carry ing some of the bundles for her. H . also approved of her. l "Goin to keep Thanksgivin', I guess, e he said with his eyes on her pin l cheeks.
 n The pink cheeks grew pinker, and sh