The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1904-11-17

"Hurrah, Bob, hurrah! 1 have it
now!''
what have you, Roy? Tell me
quickr
The boy resumed his seat on the pump
kin and unfolded his plan.
We'll tell mother all aboct Il" he
began, "and ask her to sell Us lot Of
pies, cakes, jelly, tarts and turkey.
and we can pay for them with our chick
en- money. Then we'll scoop out all the
insides of these twin pumpkins and fill
'em with the nice things. and the night
before Thanksgiving We'll carry them
down to that old house and kick the
door and run. Won't that be fun? A
hundred times better than making a Ian
tern"
Bob heartily agreed to the plan, and
both boys hurried home.
Mother! mother. we've got something
to tell you," called Bob, .breathlessly.
Mrs. Phillips sat down and listened
while the boys shamefacedly told about
their intention of soaring the people In
the hollow, at which she looked very
grave. Then they excitedly told her their
plans.
''Take all our chicken money, mother.
and give us piles of good things" said
Roy.
And If there isn't enough money you
can have some of our chickens to pay for
the stuff" added Bob.
Mrs. Phillips entered gladly into the
scheme and promised to have everything
ready 10y Thanksgiving eve. She allow
ed tho boys to pay for part of the feast,
as she thought it would be a good lesson
for them.
The boys were much excited and early
on the appointed night brought in the
twin pumpkins, nicely cleaned inside, and
each with small cap cut off at the top.
1t was a very important part of the plan
that the pumpkins should look as If just
carried from the field. Mrs. Phillips
carefully filled them with tarts, jellies.
cakes, celery and delicious mince pies,
great pat Of fresh butter shaped like
pumpkin, two loaves of currant bread
and a pair of chickens. The boys added
a big bag of oranges and a box of candy
especially for Bessie. Then the pump
kins were so full that not another thing
could be crammed into them. Mr.. Phil
lips now appeared to assist with hearty
good will and brought a great basket of
potatoes, turnips, apples, and, last but
not least, huge turkey, all ready for
roasting. These things, together with
the pumpkins, were carried with much
smothered laughter to the door Of the
little old tum ble-down house. The golden
balls filed with goodies held the place
Of honor and were stationed directly be-
fore the door. The boys had the pleas
ure of kicking on the door and then dived
into the darkness.
called, Mother, oh, come and see these
immense pumpkins! And oh. there's a
turkey and a big basket of things"
The surprised little woman hurried to
the door and, after gazing at the gifts
In establishment, said, Lets carry them
in. l wonder who has been so kind to
usr'
They dragged the basket and pumpkins
into the house. and suddenly the boy
cried out. "Oh! oh! these big pumpkins
are full of lovely things. Don't cry,
mother, dear. / know VINO left these
things. 1t was those Phillips boys, Bob
and Roy. I'm sure it was, because
heard them ask their mother IL they
could have those big pumpkins. Twins
they called 'em. Tomorrow I'll go and
ask Bob Phillips forgiveness for hitting
him and tell him didn't mean to-"
Bob and Roy walked slowly home.
kissed their parents good night and went
to bed. The last thing Bob said was,
THE boys a brick. He needn't beg my
forgiveness. And we'll be friends after
this"
Then he sank into a sound and happy
sleep.-Detroit Free Press.