Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-11-19

approaching foot ball game that he entirely
forgot the Sunday school festival for
Thanksgiving eve. There was small won
der that he was in a whirl of excitement.
of course he had seen great foot ball con-
tests before. but he was one of a large
family, and while the Carter home had
every comfort and Mrs Carter prided her
self in having her children well dressed,
pin money a rare luxury, so Shrimp's
reserved seat at the games had always
been tree-top or convenient shed ROOF.
This year. however the teams were to play
out by the park, on new grounds sur
rounded by sand dunes and when Shrimp
heard the announcement his despair was
very black indeed. But the week before
Thanksgiving the cloud brooding over his
troubled spirit was Unexpectedly turned
wrong side out by a visit from pet uncle,
and its silver lining. in the concentrated
form of two big round dollars. the dear
genteman's parting gift. now clicked in
Shrimps proud pocket
As he walked home from school Wednes-
day afternoon. holiday smile on his mis-
chieVous face, this vast wealth so burned
the hand thrust into his pocket that he
broke into a run for the nearest shop. One
of the dollars would admit him to the
game: the other could be delightfully."-
squandered. mammoth tin horn such as
vigorous lungs had longed for at previous
contests was the first purchase-speedily
supplemented by badge of his teams col
ors. a hat band to match and a cane with
appropriate streamers. He was about to
spend his last dime In chewing gum, when
the shop door opened and Tadpole appear
ed. a large package in both arms
They exchanged college yells
What have you got there" asked
Shrimp
Beans" replied Tadpole They're nice
ana Milling, you know. At camp last sum-
Ter we ate them three times day.
Shouldn't wonder If Mr. Daniel would give
them to that widow with seven children
that he told about
Gee Whit exclaimed Shrimp II for
got about tonight" He looked sheepishly
AT the little dime in his hand I've got TO
buy something for ten cents" he sighed
Can you help a fellow out Tad?"
Tadpole deeply pondered. There's rice"
he suggested. The Chinese live on that
and | guess a few grains go "a great way"
Shrimp sincerely hoped that they did go
a great way after he discovered how small
a quantity his dime purchased at a neigh
BORING grocery store And that evening
when he saw the liberal donat in the
Sunday school rooms-turkeys of all sizes:
boxes OF potatoes. apples and oranges; cans
OF corn and tomatoes: bags of flour and
meal; celery, cranberries and pumpkins-he
was mortified at his own tiny contribution
But any qualms OF conscience that may
nave disturbed Shrimp that night vanish
"a nke iog before a sunburst the next
hiotn Ihs' me SKY was cloudless The
air had backbone to IL without being
windy. The ground was In apple-pie condi-
tion.
Although the game did not begin until 3
the kitchen, and half AN hour later issued
forth with an impressive stride the colored
band fastened round the crown of his hat
with safety pins the badge worn directly
over his humping heart, the horn under
one arm, and the cane twirled in one hand
As he was passing the church his atten-
ton was attracted by the opening of the
basement door. and hating at the corner
he watched a little band of women and
children trooping out of the Sunday school
rooms. The poor families were taking
home their Thanksgiving dinners and all
bore smiles and heavily laden baskets All
except small boy who brought UP tine
rear. He. indeed. was bent almost In two
by the burden he had swung IN a Jack over
his little shoulder. but there was no ac-
campaigning smile. On the contrary his
face was so woe-begone that even the
thoushtless Shrimp impressed
Hello, what's up?" he good aturally in
quired
The urchin shifted his sack TO the other
shoulder THE turkeys gave out" he sor-
rowfully replied.
That's queer. Why, last night there
was whole orphan asylum of them down
there
Eyes" sighed the urchin. but there were
thirty names ON the list and we came at
the tag end cause we've just moved here
got a lot of dandy tbings-potatoes onions
kin--but they amt turkey He blinked
hard to keep back the tears.
I'D cry about it?' scornfully CALCULATED
Shrimp.
WHO'S cryin'?" the urchin retorted,