Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1907-11-28
a Thankful
Thanksgiving

1 ao,'t H., * ii { should enioy dis
rhau!sglVnt'. said MIS- issel Nisbe.l.
looking doNa into the basket u glossy,
fec-cnceked Sin~t2enncrss - , il were
- family Vault aud taking az an appic
as il II had been Il skuu; n". ! don't
band. who had Just throw - huge log
ON the open TIRE. 'you don, disira
nothin' To be thankful Tor lt'~ ,s
harilSuine ! turkey rs .HcH tapped.
and | ion SNOW OF Il yea. Nhen i've
had nice; pumpkins on tins az corn
ios''
"rf;int turkey on pumpkin s!es or
cranberry sass as makes ThankssiN-
m. sighed Mrs. Nisbett.
What Is IL. them IIr il coi,i Wealth
e.. Z should've ha' thought the last frost
would ha 'ioae the business for you
pretty fairly. Then arteinisiis By the
frunt 600 Is ssocceeG black. and Tho
old lnlrl. Is los:n' It's leaves rs II they
was ra!nin' dowu. Patson Jarvis Ii
comm all the way frrin Slottcsvillc TO
preach toinorrc.v. and the uuire's
la.ned a bran new anthem just a-i,ur-
pose, about helm thunkfAi for harvest
and all THAI sort Of thing. Ire sure l
dn,'t know else you'd have
Mrs. Nishett only answered b.. y sigh.
II wonder r. 'tliu't possible Stephe
II be hum tonight, she said after u
pause.
II wri, not. He thorsht he'd drop
III arly tomorrow Inorniil II ~ caugnt
the train he expected. ouls think. old
MA us fve years since Stcpie vas
hum to ThaIiksgivin','
Old Nisbett rubbed his tclHX hands.
with q chucN!e. adding:
And I post. II all accounts is true.
he's gettin' To h. Il ereat mas Out IN
thai western country. IL vas Kind OF
a hard niil when ". went off and left
~ t.t .... No. 49,. 49,.
right
Yes. said Mrs. Nisbety ,l%oiorously.
but somehow l can get recorciied To
the idea OF his ,oayyin' strange gal
ou there"
Joe' scratched his head. Thus WAS n
phase Of tho subject ti,ai ne scarcely
felt competent IN discuss.
"Mayb- you'll like hey. Stephen says
she's a nice gal
stephen says. AS If & man over
head and car i'll iuve Wouldn't say
anything"
Il nise ned told us who she was
Mrs. NiSbert scoaned again. joel
went on 60 tire woodpile. thr everyday
shrine whence he generally derived
What little OF phiiosuphic inspiration ne
had.
Mrs. Nisbctt,"
1t WAS Il soft little voice. aud ine
old lady's face relaxed instlnrtively AZ
1t sounded rl her ears.
Why, Lid TremaiNe -'tain't you.'
1t is. I've done everything CHAT Aunt
Constance wanted. and NOW I've just
run ovci 10 Sc. IL YOU don't need a DIT
OF help
She stood III the doorway. n rair lit
tie apparition. all flushed and rosy
with the November wind. Mai!" hey
blue eyes sparkled as il they We're twin
%sapphires hidden away under her long,
dark lashes. She Was neither blonde nor
brunette. M a fresh checked girl. wild,
nut brown hair. skin like the Leaf nj Il
damask rose. u straight, refined rose
and lips az ripe AS al red crabapi,lc.
though by no means so souv. Generally
she had u deinure sort of gravity lin
gcring about her face. but when sit.
did laugh a dimpie came out upon Ter
cheek and a row of pearl.' teeth .iiIn-
iaered inStantaneouS!y.
In one hand she carried a ourcii "
late autumn flowers.
See" she cried. holding them up.
II 1ansacked Aunt c~onstnnce'S garden
for these. 1 knew that big vase on the
mantei needed something, and with I.
branch or so of scarlet leaves. I'll have
a royal bouquet to help you keep
Thanksglving.'
Mrs. Nisbett TOOK the fair oval face
between her two hands and kissed the
fresh iittle mouth.
Set down. Ida" she said. II wasn't
:" w AN ~ -'&A hsh II " y
but you've sech a a child. l can't
never say ITO to YOU"
"But you're going to keep Thanks
giving" cried Ida. throwing off her
outer Wrappings n dancing up to the
looking glass lik: a little gale of wind,
and me to dinner and because you,
son ig coming horne.
Yes, Child" said Mrs. Nisbctt. sab
siding once more into the mou,nful key
from which I4ida's sudden appearance
had momentarily aroused her. 'Joel's
got the turkey shut up In a coop. and
the balin' done and I'm just a-l;xin'
them apples. and
oh. OH" cried Ida. who had hut-
tered TO the window. What glorious
red leaves speckied oven with little
drops of gold. MAY 1 make some
wreaths for the wall" oh. please. SAY
yes!'
Mrs. Nlsbett said "yes"-it ,sou!d
have been hard work to say no" to
Lida-and tho girl 5000 came in. hen
apron full OF spriss of the OLD n,aple
tree. whose shadow boughs kept the
window veiled with o shadows
through the glaiing summe days ant
showered fading gold upon the dead
grass when the autumn came.
Mrs. Eisbett looked with tenderness
upon the graceful little figure seateG
on the hearth rug. when the shine OF
the high heaped logs lost itself in he,
bright hair and made sparkies in hel
eyes. as the wreath:- and trails OF au.
tumn leaves grew rapidly beneath he
def fingers.
Ida: she said softly. Ida. m,
dear" Ida looked up.
II saw your II Constance yestet.
day. but there's something reserved
about her. and ! didn't like to ask .,bou.
you--whcthcr YOU had decided To g,
out as a gOverness on not. because m,
dear. Joel and 1 were talkin' last night
and we both Thought what n cotnfof
ii would be tn lave you here"
TO have me mere
Vera old and wa'r,. alone and r.,,,..