The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1898-11-22
PHILIP LATT|MER'S
THANKSGIVING


"O-ah-ycS. that little beggar. NO, l
don't knoW-hi, jim, ever see that little
scrub that was III here jest now buym
SCRAP meat"
Jim laughed easily.
"Sec her every mOrnln an nlght.
Lives 'longsilc me. Ma died an there :
q whole raft o young unS. Il " VIPER
down to the yards-he,s in the horSpltal.
Got pretty nigh wiped out"
The proprietor turned to his custome"
with a wave Of his hand. There You
have it, s.r-whole story" he smiled.
YES, ycs-the whole story reoeiced
Philip Lattimer, absently. Already his
interest in the little episode had wancd.
That evening a curious whim seized
him to 20 out into the kitchen and watch
Biggs dress the turkey. He had been
pacing restlesSly up and down-up and
down, till he could bear the monotony
10 longer. And certainly he could not
bear to sit still.
Biggs was whistlins gloomily over his
work. The great turkey reared It's plump
SIDE from the drippings ON the table. i"
Philip Lattimer's suddenly awakened
Imagination the dents of soitt little
p%roddIhg fingers were visible III II. Miner
Wy $ atsy SIS Iome S-the pap s-hP
saw them all. blggS great mana r"Ste'
for a minute on the hlrd Slde' aS ne
i1l'd i. nqeIIt nl'h ANA ! 'rnno" neIoSS Tnc
n mT"s,, " and = tha aId vnr,. mrch ,Iitc
tt,t ph;I;n Ta-tin,or ,of,,sod tn 500 +hn
:" oniti 49, ~ had harod snI
ltn1'' tpn "rhnIo Itr, nee, Iittin lrane If tb,.
"mis " ~" - -,
ticlnrin% badnvrs If tbn IittIn kitchrr
n nI rah@,rlnL itsoIf L.foro HIM nninyt.
tad lie u.,r u..tnbinr tho row If nm
1;ttnl t,,u o,..r l;+,7, fo.o. aroin
"t -. ,m~ +hn ,I,nr
I,r~ nI7.. 80
~ NN ~ >,
:, ihiaf ro. N r;H?n" ~ H., oarn
..Ih 49, :" I'M, 5i' w. 10 ,rn"; oil +b,
st,.;n ro@. lr,;,a Tbor hn saw
tham ,trntrbi"r nm ON tin,oo f. touch tbn
iir ,,m,. ~ & tbalp ror thn I+tio
It,. :" tb = r,,d" nou
~ va ~ t m -, r4.,.
aaiaI -"1t - "i ~ ~ ~ e t"nr W
n"uo" II ta
hol. drr oI-'an ..uhat.. tha o o"lI
~ h,i;dra ;n,t eng, r..
was when the child. Salome. had looked
back wistfullv at the biz -un danclin.
still above her head. Poor little Lots
Wife, Her faith had not been equal to
the cruel strain upon it. Making believe
4 THANKSGIVING"
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Ihllp LaItllhef Snllled SraFely. 100.
htS' yes Digs mere 5 thell mat mas;
lnelG IRE n'eh ana niue c.lIurth' ana
no SHOWS no" illahS more: ltS nara
WIN ilIhihg pe'1eNe' Digs.
les MI, hHup'
plSGS voice duaNereo WIN something
mat beginning IKE Il SOD ehoeu III Il
queer uhcannE NhlSic. III Whistles
iiS5S lo"nu vent iof al HIS "arhi emo
llois.
In the stillenss that followed Philip
Lattimer slipped away to his room II
his books and haunting memories.
Three years-three years it nae been
since he had broodcd there alone-shut-
ting himself out Of human fellowship
and the softening Influences Of it. 1t
had been three years since he and Il
light heart parted ways.
Tonight the heaviness weighed upon
him more than ever. He could not stiic
it in books us sometimes-it could not be
stifled. After a while he gave I'D the at
tempt n looscd the bars of restraint
and let his grief have its own way. Why
not! Why not:
Biggs crcpt along the hall on his way
to bed, and stepped at his masters
room as usual to see if all was well.
The door stood a little aiar and he
peered in.
20. lordy, O. lordv",' he cried. in
wardIy, with a tug at his heartstrings.
He's ut it ag'in, He's cot the pictur's
all out. an that's the sign. He's at it
a-'in-Lord. Lord. amt there no cnds"
Bicys WAS on his knees. and MIGHT
have been p~rayin". The tpars were roll
ing down his creased brown cheeks
THROUGH the oncning = cbink of Iioht
escaned and madn , hor ,crns, his