New Ulm review., 1912-11-27

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7 was ten years ago that Myra
Marchmont came to hardwood
and opened u 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 children7 The
neighbors said it was no wonder My
ra's hair was turning 30 gray and that
It was good thing she had no love at
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 40 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 duration-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
tngly 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. "
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 ev'ry timer asked Cla-
rice, her freckled pug nose going up
another degree. He said somethin'
last sund'y bout pastures new. What
you s'pose he meantY' ---....,
''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 a lot,
you dov' And Clarice tipped her
apron in his face, signal for a scrap.
MY nose amt plugged. nat and free.
kled," he began, when
MY hair amt the color of carrots!'
she tempted. Then followed a scram-
BILE for supremacy.
From the chair she trjumphantly
waved his tie, while from the dresser
top he held aloft her slipper.
Their scraps always ended In a hap.
py makeup, for they were too light
hearted and jolly to hold q grldge
and they were lovely children In spite
OF their praDks.
Ayra and the twins departed for
church to hear the. annual; Ibankseiys 1
ING sermon. after which sne 'w0ulu
conduct the minister and his family to
her home for dinner. She Yet the
twins sit in the side row this morn.
Ing. while she went to her pew in the
front All were bowed In a prayer OF
divine thanks. whea up went Clarice's
index nnSer. dipping straight line
from the tip Of her pug nose to the
brim OF her hat. Harmless movement
10 others. but It was a signal, and
Clarence responded with his finger on
his hps. The minister kept the con-
bowed in prayer. and silent
y the twins stole out of the church.
They scanrered for home as fast as
their feet could carry them, and when
they emerged from the house they
marched down street triumphantly