The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1902-11-20

mail it for We tonight. It's Sis nlgnl
togo to lodge"
Nothing more. and when she had said
father" Amelia Quimby had played
her last card-her trump. She had not
called him father since Jerry. and
John were great brown: boys and ithad
happened. Twenty-seven years ago,
was that? All, the heartbreak a
mother can hide in q years! When
she has had twin sons laid in her arms,
and held them one on one side and one
on the other, and gazed for long, weak
days from one little pink face to the
othcr,-when she has watched them
grow out of pinafores into trousers,
out of childhood into tall, splendid
strength, when she had fed them and
patched them and loved them-ah, to
lose one of them, then! Mothers know.
At first she had hoped for q recon-
citation. Year after year, at Thanks
giving time, she had hoped. For, odd
~ enough, it was on Thanksgiving day
she had married Phineas Quimby, and
two years later. on the day after, that
they had laid his twin sons in her arms.
The day was doubly momentous to her.
''Only, I'd hoped so much from
this Thanksgiving" Amelia Quimby
mourned. 'Why, it's going to be our
fifticth anniversary-you'd think a
father and son would come back to
each other on the golden wedding day!
1t was too soon to hope for it on the
silver one; but now,j after all these
years, you'd think had right to hope
for it!'' nj
''Jerry's folks meant Jerry and his
wife and the two grown girls. But
Johns folks-the mother smiled visit
fully as she counted up the little names
on her fingers. There were SO many;
it took all her fingers but two! John
had not been married as long as Jerry.
His ''folks" were little folks.
"And this year there's the twins.
They'd be big enough to come. And to
think they're both boys, and their
Names Suddenly the wistful voice
guivered and John s mother cried over
the names of his little twin sons. The
pathos of them and of her empty arms
that yearned for them broke down her
patient endurance.
II want them roh, want them! I
want Johns little baby boys!" she
cried out aloud. But there was no one
to hear. Phineas had gone away to
his work. She sat down, as she had
done SO many times, to write to John.
That was her only comfort, and it had
never been denied her. Two sacred
things there were in the life of Phineas
Quimby and his wife, Amelia, that had
never been violated, even by the quar-
rel that long ago had separated father
and son. The father had never denied
the mother the solace of her letters to
her boy, and never by word or intima-
ton had Amelia Quimby complained of
her husband. To-day, as always, she
said only kind words of him. There
was no mention of Thanksgiving day,
or=of the disappointment that ranked
in her breast. -
kiss both the babies for me-first
one and then the other, hundred
timcs!" she wrote. 'Tell little Jerry
I love him, and tell little John. An
tell me about their eyes--you forgot
to say the color-and their hair, and
their little fists. Does little Jerry
keep his thumb between his first and
second fingers when his fist is shut up
tight? Little John?-then you've
named them wrong. You've mixed
those children up! Before it is too late,
you'd better let them swap names
The letter ran on lovingly, with. q
message in it for one child after an
other. And for John himself there was
the old message-"Your mother is
loving you, john" TWAS always there.
To,Jerry she wrote briefly. Jerry
was a busy man, with hundred out
side interests-outsideo of mother. His
letters to her were wont to be rare and
short, but there was always'a message
to father in them. She missed that in
Johns long, tender letters.
I'm half afraid to write," she
thought, as she took up her pen; "Jer.
rvs folks have so many rich friends
and SO many places to go to-I'm afraid
they won't want to come But she
dipped her pen in the ink and began.
my dear boy'-she always began
her letters to both sons that way My
dear boy, your father says to put on
all your bonnets, every one of you, and
come to the old home to keep Thanks
giving. He's quite set upon it. Yoe
know-you haven't forgotten, dear?-
that it is our golden wedding Thanks
giving, and it's time you came! Thinl
of having father and mother so years
married and not-coming! Your father
says to say he has waited as long as hi
can-and you must come home or hi
will disown you! And he is in earnest
dearl He is hungry for sight of your
face. And your mother-dear boy
come right home quick! Iwant to kis,
you ALL"
Both letters were sealed. and the,
she directed them in her quayery
quaint little hand. But her face wa
grave enough.