The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1898-11-19

you could get several scholars if you could
take fruit wheat and the like
Il will take anything marketable"
Nandla said.
The girl rode about, often going thirty
miles a day, giving lessons in exchange for
all kinds of farm produce, which Jack dis
posed of in Carlyle WI, and continued his
lessons. Nandla worked until she earned
enough to 20 to a musical academy, thirty
miles from home. There she spent one
year in study and con- ant practice. At
the close Of the year she had but three
dollars in her pocket She organized a
class OF seven pupils in small country
town. 1t was the day before Tbankssiv
ing, ard she was going home to spend the
holiday before beginning her labors in her
new field.
Arriving at the depot, she found the
tain late. She could not 20 until after
midnight, aud was wandering aiml essly
about, dreading the lonely hours, when
someone cllled her name. 1t was one of
her new pupils Miss Alrson," she
said, there is to i've an Odd Fellows re-
cepton this evening. The organist has
disappointed the society. | promised to
get you to take her place, if possible"
She consented. When they entered the
long hall crowded with people Nandla
grew frightened; but, breathing a prayer
for help, she sat down and played. The
people We're delighted. There was no one
in the little country town who made any
p,etension OF playing or@an OF piano. The
result OF that evening wait was ten new
music pupils. ~ always said good things
happen at Thanksgiving, NandIa SAID,
lauchingly, as she told her story Mt home.
Work thin began III earnest Three
| years of teaching ware followed Ivy three
of study at the academy. She then made
her way to a thriving Western city, and
did not visit home for one year
Again came the day before Thanksgiving.
The usual preparations were going on at
The Arrison home.
'I've fixed all the things ust as Wanda
likes them" Mother Arrison said, looking
at the rows of steaming mince and pump.
kin pies and other daintits; ''aDd to think
she never wrote! 1t won seem like Thanks
giving Day with one vacant chair. 1t'll
be the first Thanksgiving the child ever
spent from home.n
81 wouldn't worry, mother; we'll hear
from her tomorrow" said Mary, cheer
fully.
81 thought she would he so pleased with
the new house." Mrs. Arrison continued,
looking anxiously down the road. "What
is that coming, Mary? Do look! 1t must
be movers
Mary went to the door. at does look
like furniture " They watched as the
wagon drew near and finally stopped at the
gate.
cts Vandla, sure as you're alive" the
mother cried, throwing her apron over her
head and running down to the gate.
"Why, mother, didn't know the place;
you'v grown so fne,' Nandla said. de-
lightedly, kissing the worn face. The
furniture proved fine upright piano; such
a one as the dear old people had never seen
before.
The next day was a real Thanksgiving at
the old homestead. Mr.. Arrison read the
familiar Thanksgiving psalm. They knelt
together while he offered thanks for uni
ted family. Vandla played the old tunes,
and all Joined in singing the hymns learned
in childhood. After feasting on the good
things the mother and Mary had prepared,
they gathered about the piano to hear Van
dla play. Oldfashioned songs suited the
father and mother best; they were pleased
with their daughter progress.
have succeeded beyond my expect
ation,' Vandla said, as she told of the
months away from home. 1.-THE past year l
have sold five pianos and several organs,
and have all the pupils | can teach. But
my eyes pain me. and | have come home
for long rest"