Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1904-11-17

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| That evening a curious within seized
him IL W out into the kitchen and
Iwatca BjggS dress the turkey. He had
been pacing restlessly up and down
up aud down, till he could bear the
mouotoOy NO longer. And certainly he
2ould not bear to sit still
BjGES was whistliug gloomily over
! his work. The great turkey reared its
plump side from the dripping pan on
the table To Philip Lattimer'S sud
denly awakened tmagiuatiou the beats
OF little prodding fingers were visible
in IT, Mtnervy'S, Patsy's, Stones,
the baLy'S-he saw them all, Biggs'
great hand rested for a minute ON the
hird side as he nlied rsedle lack
Land forth acros the breast, and new
dents appeared The new ones and
the old were much alike, but Philip
hlaNcr. He had remembered suddenly
the who'e strange little scene OF the
EattorRoon II luilt itself anew out OF
the Alckeriug shadows OF the ltttlo
/ kitchen and rehoarscd itself before
him unlimited. He was watchiuE
1.-THE row OF upifted. lean eager. little
faces agaiu--ehoostug the big un"
famong the dangling, mcomoly tur,
keys
u choose the big nm" the com,
maadortu-chief was shrillng in his
ears,
Tho big 'uu' the bic 'un," all the
Shrill voices were crying, Then he
saw them stretching up on ttptoe TO
touch the big 'un's fat sales.--future was
the little dents they made now
And last of all in the little drama OF
shadows he saw the look of keen re.
sentiment ON Minervy's face and hearo
her cry Indignantly What's the good
q maxim b'ueve If YOU amt fair?'
That was when the child Salome had
looked back wisttully at the big I'm
dangling still above her head, Poor
little Lots wife, Her faith had not
been equal to the cruel strain upon 1t
Making believe a Thanksgiving "
"Biggs,' Philip Lattimer said
: abruptly.
u That's me. Mr.. Philup.'
Did YOU ever make believe anything
! in your life?'
; NO never
y Then Of course YOU never made be
; lieye a Thanksgiving"
Biggs looked around quickly Tn,
= lamp-light of his face showed the hints
: Of slow, serious smile Il never, Mis-
ter Philip There's them that has,
! he said, gently.
;, Philip Lattimer smiled grarely, too
u Yes, yes, Biggs, there's them that has
: There are men and little children, ant
+ who knows how many more? It's har,
work making believe, Riggs"
l. YES, Mr., Philip
BlgGs voice quaverod with some
= thing that, beginning with n sob, ende,
in queer, uncanny whistle. II
I Whistles Biggs found vent for all hi
u troubles
In the stiffness that followed Phili
: Lattimor slipped away to his room an
d his books and haunting memories
II Three years three years II had beer
since he had brooded there alone
{ shutting himself out of human fellow
; ship and the softenlng influences of II
u 1t had been three years since he ant
{ light heart parted ways
Tonight the heaviness weighed upol
G him more than ever He could no
u stine 1t in books as sometimes
/ could not be stined After a while h
gave up the attempt and looscd thu
d lars Of restraint and let his grief hay,
g It's own way Why not? Why not?
& Bi2gs crept along the han on hi
: way to bed, and stopped at his master
: room as usual to see If all was well
q The door stood little ajar and h
peercd in.
! - lordy, 0 lordy!" he cried, in
Q wardly. with tug at his heartstrlngs
u He's at it ag'in! He's got the pictur'
all out, an that's the sign. He's at |
ag'in-Lord, Lord, aint there no end?
: BgPs was on his knees, and nigh
= have been praying The tears wer'
9 rolling down his creased brown cheeks
J Through the opening chink Of ligh
escaped. and made a bar across hi
Il face. Within he saw Philip Lattime
sitting with bowed heat before a lit
: tie row Of pictures on the table. III
. had set them up before him with grea
= care-hers first, then PHILIPS, ihei
Comforts, and then the little ones
+ The sweet. still faces regarded hin
:. serenely. There was no grief, NJ
Y heartLreak In them, as there was IL
: his Now and again he put out hi
s hand and smoo thed one Of the faces
e hers oftenest. The room was perfect
~ still. except for the terrible, dr.,
. sobs In the mans throat
, 20 Lord. o Lord" moaned poo
: BIggs In his stricken heart. II
. crouched there in the dark hall, witt
;. the bar OF light athwart his homely
g working features-grieying his mas
3 ter's grief. II was all the grief he hat