New Ulm review., 1912-12-04


a. ciatlOn.l -..
was ten years ago that Myra
| Marchmont came to hardwood
- and opened 4 ladies' furnishing
store. She was alone in the
world and considered the raising Of her
| orphan niece and nephew her duty
They were twins, and their future she
considered to be her sacred care.
Each Thanksgiving since coming to
| hardwood she had entertained the
pastor and his family. and this com
ing Thanksgiving she was making
greater preparations than ever for
| their annual entertainment ~
| The twins names were Clarice and
Clarence Brown. Very commonplace.
the names, but the children? The
neighbors said it was no wonder My
| ra's hair was turning so gray and that
| it was good thing she had no love af-
fair, for the twins would shatter an
idol of brass.
They were babes in long clothes
| when she brought them to hardwood
and began her career as foster mother
Not that she really felt capable. but.
devout in all her Christian work, she
felt that the strength and wisdom
would be given her for the task, and
she took up the burden with light
and happy heart. She built air castles
and wrought pretty clothes for them
at the same time. The former were of
| short duraton-a habit Of air castles
and the latter lasted but little longer,
when the twins got to scrapping.
The turkey with the chestnut stuff
ing was in the oven. where the mod
crate fire would have it done to turn
when the dinner hour came. The
pumpkin and mince pies were tempt
lngly arrayed> on the pantry shelf.
The dining table had been heightened
and set with the best linen and china
and everything ready for the usual
Thanksgiving guests. >@a
The twins were unusually restless
and held many secret conclaves, which
Myra was too busy to notice.
''Ain't you tired most to death Of the
same bunch rev'ry time" asked Cla-
rice, her freckled pug nose going up
last Sund'y bout pastures new. What
you s'pose he meant?''
"Well." and Clarence, Strengthened
himself up with an all important air.
"why-why. he said to feed the hun
CRY, and in course it's to go to new
pasture for, 'em, which Aunt Myra
hain't done"
"Humph, sma'ty! Think you're
sma't, don't you? You knows lot,
you dor' And Clarice tipped her
apron In his face, signal for scrap
MY nose amt plugged, fat and free.
kled.' he began. when
MY hair amt the color of carrotsr'
she tempted. Then followed a scram-
BILE for supremacy
From the chair she trinmphantly
waved his tie, while from the dresser
top he held aloft her slipper
Their scraps always ended In hap
py makeup, for they were too tight
hearted and jolly to hold grudge
and they We're lovely children in spite
OF their pranks
Myra and the twins departed for
church To hear the ANIMAL Thanks1iy
ing sermon. after which s0e wOu,u
conduct the minister and bis family to
her home for dinner. She lei the
twins sit in the side row this morn.
Ing, while she went to her pew in the
front All were bowed IL q prayer Of
divine thanks. when mp went clarice.s
index nnser. dipping straight line
fom the zip of her pug nose to the
ortm OF her hat Harmless movement
% others but. Il was signal. and
Clarence responded with his finger on
his hps. The minister kept the con
gregation bowed in prayer. and silent
y the twins stole ont Of the church
Iney scanT,ered for home as fast as
their feet could carry them. and when
they emerged from the house they
marched down street triumptlantly
carryingsa banner between them
Do Allsseyes vfese fiIsn on them, esr
cry Obe WONDERING What tio ~ fns 4