Lower coast gazette., 1913-10-11

"My turkeys!" Jack suppressed &
sob. "They must have been drown.
ed. / took such care Of them all sum
mer-I could have sold them, too"
It was really too hard; and the
children, with sympathy for one an
other in their spoiled Christmas, stood
for a while in silence, and then quiet
ly entered the house. Their mother
raised her finger.
"He's croupy already" she said.
1t was Group, sure enough. Fol
hours during that night the child's
life, so precious to the hard-featured
Brady, seemed about to end with
strangulation. Mrs. Nash and the
girls watched over him, gave him med.
icine regularly, applied wet cloths, and
waited; while the father looked on in
agony at the child's pitiful struggles
for breath.
The night passed, and by the fol.
lowing afternoon Johnny, except for a
little hoarseness, seemed about as we'll
as ever. Jack brought out his own
wagon and harnessed Bradby's horse
to it. The day was bright and clear.
and there could be no doubt but that
the waters had subsidized. Brady,
however, hesitated about getting into
the wagon, and at last said:
II guess I'd like to have one of you
boys drive me over that ERE stream"
Jack stepped forward without COM
ment, wondering a little at the appeal
in the mans look and manner. When
they approached the river, Brady
stirred ~nervously in his seat, and put
his arm about Johnny. And then
looking to where a wheel Of the up.
turned wagon appeared above the wat
er, he said:
"I'm sarry about them turkeys. !
wouldn't do it over again for-for-'|
Jack did not speak.
"And I'm more'n I can tell obleeged
to you, every one of you-yes, ] am.
Good-by!!"
His voice trembled, and Jack took
his offered hand.
On Christmas day, the last turkey
that remained to the Washes was
browning and sizzling in the oven
when Polly, glancing out Of the win
dow, cried:
Look! Here comes our wagon!'
"And that's old Brady and john
n.y." said Ted.
"And some n else" said Mrs.
Nash. They're coming here.
Johnny was the first to arrive;
he came running in, crying, merry
Christmas! Merry Christmas!"
And then he was followed by his
father, who introduced Mrs. Brady.
".She's kept saying she couldn't have
no peace till she'd come to tell you
how we felt" he explained. "That's
him." he added, giving Jack a shove
toward his wife, who took the boys
hands in hers and kissed him.
The old man hurried out to the wa
gon, and returned with packages heap
ed up in both arms.
"And says she to me, why couldn't
we put u Christmas 'longside Of
theirs, and ,a
"And tell 'em," interrupted John
ny's mother, what kind of a Christ
mas would this have been for us if ii
been for
Words failed her, but she Rugged
Johnny with one arm and Jack with
the other.
So they all sat down to the table,
which the Bradbys helped to supply
plentifully, and Mrs. Nash brought
forth the turkey.
Brady gave a rueful little shake
Of the head as he gazed at it.
Il know just what you thought
you'd get for 'em. Here It's, every
cent. No, don't you make a fuss about
it, for I'm layin' out for a good din
ner, and every bite Of that turkey
would choke me if it wasn't all set 4
tied and done with. And if you say ,
one word, me and Johnny will quit.
Come, Johnny"
Johnny gave a dismal howl as his
sprang up in well-simulated
intention of leaving that most attrac-
i've table; and when Brady sat down
there was no doubt that good
fellowship between the Bradbys and
The Washes had forever been estab-
lished.-Youths Companion.
THE COMMON TOWEL.
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