Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1911-11-25
ORIGINAL SOCIAL CORNER STORY
AFTER MANY YEARS
By ISABEL

to the settle. Taxing on her hat she
tenderly stroked her hair and soothed
her as she would child.
TRY to forget all your trouble to-
day, DEAR" she said.
Il can't mother. Father wouldn't
have us here if he knew it; and yet /
love him just the same, and he used
to love me, too, before / married poor
Ben" and Betsy gazed at the old ia
rni1far things with tear dimmed eyes
yes. dear, he worshipped you be-
cause you had the spirit Of the Bar
bers and were so smart and gay. You
didn't have much mother In you"
sighed the old lady.
Meanwhile the children Were getting
acquainted with Sarah and were romp-
ing around the house in high elee.
er had SO often told them stories of
the old house and the mystery sur
rounding grandpa did not diminish its
destinations.
Soon dinner was ready and how
good the chicken pie and turkey tasted
10 those hungry little boys, and how
they laughed when Sarah brought on
the little roast pig with a lemon In
of pie-mince, apple. pumpkin and
souash-and when they could hold no
more they ran around the house and
came in and began all over again.
of the fire, cracking nuts on the
hearthstone. They were just laughing
ing q story grandma was telling when
the door opened. and there stood the
ged her baby close and the children
gathered around a. II to protect her.
so you came sneak1ne back, as soon
as went away, did your he cried,
pointing long. shaking finger ut his
daughter.
Don't blame her. Nathan" said his
wife, putting her arm around Betsy. i
begged and begged her to como and
r--<~ 49, -
one Thanksgiving dinner In the. old
house before l died"
You dared to disobey my orders!"
said the old man. looking at his wife
in establishment
Yes, did. Years ago I was afraid
If you when you turned Betsy ont be-
cause she dared to disobey You, but
ara her own mother and L VIII not
see her suffer"
many years OF submission to his will
the Judge seemed to age suddenly and
he sank into a chair. The conflict OF
err otions, surprise. love and anger. en-
feebIed him and he bowed his head. on
his hand
I'VE must go away" sud Eetsy, sad
~.
Nobody shall touch my mcther!"
cried Rob. the oldest boy. Let 'ena try
il they dare"
1t was the true Barber, ring and the
Did man recognising 1t. looked up, and
said: ASK your mother il she's sorry
for marrying that fsllowI"
NO; I'm not, father. We loved each
other. and were happy. though poor,
and miss poor Benz and Betsy broke
down and soDbed.
The Judge sat silent, watching her,
Until his face gradr ally softened. At
last he spoke:
Come 10 your old father, my child
1 will forget and forgive, As I hope to
be forgiven"
Then, turning to his wife, 81
MARY, ask hem to como. and live
with us in the old place. There's room
enough I wish you'd done 1t long
ago and I should have been happier
old man.
Thank God for this Thanksgiving
dny!" sobbe.1 the old wife. We've
got the children home again"
And there vas the white-haired old
man with his daughter In his arms,
and the happy grandma surrounded by
/ er grandchildren. all held in the bond
Of the old Pilgrim festival where the
spirit of Thanksgiving iad turned an
old mans anger to praise.