Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1902-11-27
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81 atu pretty 1oSd cali
this! What'd We s'pose yer father'H
say? He's church-member?''
FatherH whale me-, said the lad
coolly, but moment later he cried.
It's isn't father, Miss Whitehouse,
that l care for, it's Mary, and she cried
herself sick last night because we
couldn't hev no Thanksgiving this year.
with fathers losing the only thing we
ever did hev on morgidge."
The lady of the house turned away
from him quickly and walked into the
pantry where the strong smell of cider
informed her that the pitcher had bean
broken, by some unfamiliar touch In
the darkness. Sure enough, there was
the window open. After all 1t was her
own fault that she had had a burglar.
''Unhandy, Ike all men folks she
commented as she dried the floor and
closed the window, but all the while
some instinct in her breast was urging
her to pardon.
No call to have Thanksgiving, yet
she so near by, had never had more oc-
caSlon to be thankful for her continued /.
prosperity.
What made you come here?' she
asked suddenly
i didn't mean to. thought would
take enough from somebody thet had
plenty, and as l went down the road
saw that there pie in the window and
the window was little bit open"
"And, We didn't think it was wrong
to steal, s'pose?"
How ODDS yer sister?"
Fourteen las month; we're twins,
An how many more Nv ye?''
Two boys an girl
Miss Whitehouse began to pack a
basket of eatables
eyer a bad boy t. steal" she said.
AN l surmise yell come up to a bad
end, but I'm not goin' t. harm We this
time. I'm goin' to send We home with
enough t. eat and not say ennything
about it t. yer father er ennybody else.
After all, l shouldn't hev left tn win
der open"
To her intense surprise a pair of
muscular young arms went round her
neck, squeezing her breath out and dis
arranging the tight thin knob of hair
under her nightcap.
Wei, 1 never!" she began. we've
no more manners than a bad bred
pup!"
eyer so good!' said boys voice
huskily, "but shan't touch yer things,
Miss Whitehouse. 1 amt a beggar if I
am a thief, an father wouldn't eat a
dinner O. charity
'Ye ain't very hungry, them
Ii.
Indian meal mush fer all day yesterday
and day b'fore.''
Il never heard O. such work pro-
tested Susan, vehemently, to hide her
feeling.
"Here, if yer so proud We wunt eat
good vittles, We kin do little wurk an
earn yer brekfus. Take this ere pitch
er, tn mate t. the one We broke go
down suller an draw it full, from the
bar'l on yer left Then We kin fill UP
my spare wood-box in the shed. l like
t. hev plenty handy, an when yer
through We shall hev good brekfus."
His quickness surprised her. "I
| might adopt him. After all, it might
seem good t. hev man around" she
reflected, watching him drink his cof-
fee in great gulps and MUNICH away at
plate of doughnuts, the like of which
his soul knew not before, while she
interspersed his home condolences with
frequent iterations of her pet exclama-
ton:
81 never heard O. such work."
Don't ye never steal agin, jim"
she admonished; "it's awful wicked,
an there'll be some better times com
ing fer ye. Ye mark my words"
And as he tramped up the road with
full stomach, force of habit impelled
her to call after him:
'Shet the gate tight. I don't want no
dogs in here"
Susan continued to look in the d.
rection of his retreating figure, until
the youthful burglar passed out Of sight
behind clump of trees that separated
| the Hutton house from the highway.
! The thought that it was only an acct
| dent of fate that prevented her from
having been Jim Hutton's wife seem
| ed to bring the lad and his INSIDE
| meanor nearer to her.
He'd a bin diffrunt brought up,
though, eff he wuz mine," she said half
aloud, eff she began the days work,
and let the cat in for its breakfast of
cream. Somehow the festival plenty
suffocated the woman-the thought of
that abundant dinner enjoyed in soil
| tary grandeur, appalled, her for the
first time.
motto, worked by Susan in her Acad-
envy days. It's cheerful counsel, "Do as
you would be done by" appealed to her
with new sense this morning.
81 b'lieve / jest WILL she declared
mentally.
1t is not recorded that Saint An
thony was ever tempted by appetiZing
doors, but not even this paragon of
fortitude could have withstood the
smells of Miss Whitehouse's. kitchen
| that Thanksgiving morning. The tur-
key, whose size had aroused Mrs.
jerks criticism, proved to be king
of good fellows, and as he slid, tight
/ fit into the oven which would COM
plete his martyrdom. Susan put her
shawl over her head and exclaimed:
I'm goin' t. do it ennyway. Every
| body has got somebody an h'aint. /
never heard o. such work
Then she too hurried down the road
and vanished behind the trees.
| Meeting was out, and Mrs. jerks
stood before the sitting-room looking
| glass, taking OF her best bonnet, and
| rrondnrinn IL che had not hoffor- rrrr,