Norwich bulletin., 1914-11-25

It was time for fhe yearly petition.
 -Jeremiah.s .s falEered Mrs. Yorl<e. tits almost Thanksgiving Ain,t it about time we had Thanksgiving like the rest of the folks? We wouldn't need
 much, Jeremiah-jest turkey and a few fixings-''
 'tNo," said Jeremiah. 'sWe've always got along without Thanksgiving and we ain't going to begin now to perk up and put on airs"
 Faint airs, Jeremiah" pleaded Mrs. Yorie. "Everbody has Thanks giving but us. won't ask for much of anything extry-"
 You be quiet. Betsey.' command ed MT. Yorlxe, with finality. Aint l told you time and time again that while live there won't be any of this
 this asking me year after year on ac- count of that boy you might as well stop it. Pm going to work all day Thursday hauling wood"
 MT YoFIxe had spoken forcibly and he thought that the matter of the pe- tition was settled for that year, but Mrs. Yorke piped up with unexpected courage. There's plenty of other days to do that, Jeremiah" Her husband looked at her almost curiously- She was not usually so persistent. Turn ing away he began to drag on his coat. But Mrs. Forke would not be ignored
 You wait a minute. Jeremiah, she commanded. When we were hrSt married you didn't hear me asking for extrys on Thanksgiving. did you? l done everything I could to help you and to be a good wife to you. l scrimped enough, land knows. work ed long side of you so that when we got along in years wed have some thing laid by. Then my baby came. .
 Jeremiah, you never felt to that baby the way l did. When l Wenl
 without and worked early and late It was so that when he grew up he
 wouldn't have to drudge the way we
 had. You never seemed to think he wanted any time to play, and you never let him have any toys such as other children had
 eiAnd at last when he was a great grown boy-sixteen years old--he came to me one day and asked me why you was so different from other boys fathers. tried to smooth things over and said it was your way. He said he was going toN ask you if we couldn't have a holiday. Thanksgiving and a turkey and a pudding and all the rest, like the Palmer boys up the road. And he did ask you, but you wouldn't let us"
 As Mrs. Yorl1e stopped for breath her husband opened his mouth twice as if he would have spoken, but she I went on shrilly before he had time He talked up to you-perhaps he l shouldn't have, done it. Anyway, late that night. he come to me, and says l he Ma he says, I'm going where can make my fortune, up in the city l and I've told my father that if there's 1 any more asking to be done he'll be the one to do it.
 i And early in the morning I went i down stairs and got him some break l fast and he started off. 4 good many ] tirl.es" added Retsey Eorke. with a 1 culver i1a her thin voice. when I've 1 been ID early I've looked down that 1 road and seemed to see my boy march l ing away. and not even looking back l for fear his mother would see how bad l he felt. I've kent teasing you every l year about a Thanksgiving dinner 1 she went on after a moment, because
 I've always hoped you'd go half way
 and have it and ask your boy home tc 1 it. But you aint done it. Jeremiah | Yorke, don't you ever feel sorry wheT you see John Palmer with his two big
 fine sons that you was so hard on youl 1 own?"
 'TNo!" said Jeremiah, stridently