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Show WESTERN a EA THE ” ‘OUNIG =O]KS. nt ——— S = iM a ih ip Wi, i i K i | 1ii CTF te i Sea EMV ( i |up ard down, whicr was a habit of his, | he had overheard every word. He was | their next neighbor, a good old gentle- |man (Hi fi cL his garden from Mrs. Grey’s back yard He had |{ fairly shaking with laughter. been listening all the time. He had | come out into the garden, and in walking and very well off, but eccentric as | old people sometimes are. Mrs. Grey he had seen once or twice but was not very | wall acquainted with her. The old gentleman turned to go into the house, chuckling to himself. “Conceited little shaver. Served him iy Y/ y right,’ he kept repeating. “I suppose he meant quadruped. Well, well.” The children finished their dinner and were just ready to rush back to their turkey, when Mrs. Grey, after calling their attention, said: “Children, you know little Lizzie Hall has been sick?” “Yes, mother,” they answered, wondering what she was going to say, fearing that she might say Lizzie was dead, but her next words reassured them. To a Little Housekeeper. If wishes were strong As the fair, white cup You so daintily wash each night, Your life would be long And sweet as a song From morn until even-light. But alas! our wishes Like broken dishes Are scattered far and wide, And we sit and weep On the goodly heap Of treasures thrown aside. ALMIRA BELLEW. {For the Western Weekly.] A Thanksgiving Story. “Well,” she continued, ‘Lizzie is - getting better now but her mother was feeling very sad today, she is owing quite a bill at Mr. Cramer’s store, for things Lizzie had to have while she was sick, and he has been two or three times to get hispay. Now don’t you think you: _| would like to help Mrs. Hall to pay it?” “Why yes, mother, we would,” they answered wondering how they could help her, and waiting anxiously for Mrs. Grey’s next words. “Well, children, I know of but one way to help her. You know mother has no money to give,and but one way of getting it that she can see. We can sell the turkey, and get a good price for it, for they are-quite scarce around here this Thanksgiving, but I leave it entirely with you to decide; I know it will be quite a struggle for you ‘to make “Aint he a beauty? Tell ye, fellers, taint often ye see as nice a one as him. up your to sell sell, and than to “Why least I me one, she WEEKLY. seemed anxious to [thought I could not do better engage one from her.” I believe they only had one, at have never seen but one around there,” observed her husband. “T don’t know I’m gure,” replied Mrs. Watson, and then both sat silent; but Mr. Watson kept thinking all day, and wondering if Mrs. Grey would sell their. only turkey; “I thought—,” he said to himself, “by the way that little boy was talking yesterday that he expected a share in that turkey.” And happening | | to see Tommy in the afternoon he said pleasantly: “Well Sonny are you going to have that fine turkey of yours for dinner on Thanksgiving day?” Tommy politely answered, “No Sir.” “How is that?” asked the old gentle- man, and so it happ ned that by a little judicious questioning, he found out all about Lizzie’s sickness,and the children’s sacrifice. ‘Tommy wondered, when he finished telling him about it that the old gentleman never spoke for a moment or two, and then said: “Good evening,” so abruptly, and passed more questions. on without The fact was, Mr. Watson was a ‘ashamed of himself, to think that THE WESTERN Fireside any It has little Organ WEEKLY is the only ever published in Utah. been before the public only three he knew no more about the poor, and. sick in his neighborhood than he did, being comfortably situated himself, and having but recently moved into the ward in which he now resided, he was almost a stranger but he remarked to himself as he returned home that day, “Mind your own business” is one good rule but “Do unto others etc.,” is a much better one to my notion. That little fellow is a brave little chap after all I judged him too quickly the other day when I heard him talking about his “beautiful quadelp-head,” and he smiled at the recollection. months only minds, so will give you ten minutes to think it over.” : * * Og * * 4 Look at his tail, aint that fine? Just The children’s faces were a study, as hark at him, if ye don’t think he can they sat, their eyes fixed upon the clock. Thanksgiving day dawned cold and gobble.” I believe Tommy’s face would have been cloudy, but the clouds were all on the The “fellers” addressed were a group pale,if you could have seen it for freckles outside, for inside of Mrs. Grey’s humble of' children ranging in age, all the way for this turkey had been given to him cottage everything was bright and cheerfrom three to eight years; the one ad- when it was a little chirruping thing ful, for the image of Mrs. Halls face, as dressing them being somewhere in the that nobody thought could live, and it appeared when she laid a certain piece neighborhood of ten and in his own esti- Tommy, after wrapping it ina cloth, had of paper in her hand yesterday, kept mation, quite a man. His mother, a put it underthe stove, and fed it and, rising up before her; the trembling lips. Mrs. Grey, being left a widow, with four taken care of it until it had grown big the sudden rush of tears to the sad eyés |. small children, Tommy being the eldest, enough to take care of itself, and of her neighbor, as she tried in vain to she naturally made a great deal of him. then many a time had slipped part of express her gratitude. The thought of Mrs. Grey. was poor, as regards this his meals into his pocket and taken it it all made Mrs. Grey’s heart beat fast world’s goods, but a better woman never out to give to the turkey, saying to him- with joy and thanksgiving, to her lived than she was to those whom it lay self as he did so, “He’ll be all the bigger Heavenly Father, who placed it within within her power to help. on Thanksgiving Day.” And then it her power to help her friend in her hour But let us return to our “fellers,’ who was so near now, and worst of all hadn’t of trouble. are at present sitting in the back yard he bragged to the boys that they were Tommy’s face fairly shines this mornat Tommy Grey’s home. Those who are going to have turkey on Thanksgiving ing too, for he knows that he has done large enough to climb upon the fence Day for dinner? It was indeed a hard right, and he sees how happy his mother have done so, the smaller ones are sitting struggle for Tommy, he glanced at Mary looks, and he says to himself as he goes on sundry boxes and barrels, or sticks of Ann, but Mary Ann had made up her out after another armful of wood; “I’m wood, or anything else that they can mind to abide by her brother’s decision, glad mother don,t know that I cried find, but all eyes are watching the fine as had the smaller ones also. He looked yesterday, when Mrs. Watson’s hired. young turkey that is strutttng up and at his mother; he noticed the careworn man came for the turkey, but I'll be down the yard. Finally one little sandy- look, and all at once came the thought just as happy today, I know I will as if haired urchin said: that it was as hard for mother to ask it we had a dozen turkeys,” and sure “Bill Johnson says they,re goin’ to as it was for them to comply. enough he was. have chicken on Thanksgiving day.” That settled it, for Tommy had a noble Mrs. Grey had contrived to get up a ‘Pooh! chicken!” says Tommy “chicken little heart in spite of his conceit. He nice little dinner, and the children aint nowhere ‘long side of turkey is it jumped up and threw his arms around dressed in their best, were just having a Mary Ann? Why you aint got no idee his mother’s neck, saying: good time at, ‘Blind man’s Buff,’ when what. a difference there is in the taste of “Mother, don’t worry about it at all. there came a knock at the door, and on turkey and chicken.” Sell the turkey and help Lizzie’s ma, opening it, what was Mrs. Grey’s astonMary Ann made no reply, but wondered and we won’t care one bit, will we Mary ishment atseeing Mr. Watson, who held how .she should know, never having Ann?” out his hand saying pleasantly: “Good tasted turkey to her knowledge. “No, mother, we won’t; I was just morning: Mrs. Grey.” She was still They. sat in silence for awhile,watching hoping that ‘Tommy would say that,” more surprised, however, when after an the turkey; at length Tommy spoke cried his sister. invitation to enter he seated himself on again, it suddenly occuring to him that “Joie,” said his mother, “what do you a chair and said: he could raise himself still eer in say about it?” “Mrs. Grey, my wife sent me over on a their estimation. _ “Tt’s Tommy’s turkey, I don’t care,” little errand today. She wished: me to “J tell you he’s a beautiful quadelp- he replied “I’m glad we can help Lizzie invite you all over to dinner. She heard | head.” Tommy had heard Mr. Ear! call for she was always so good to me,” and about your children’s noble sacrifice, and Mr. Watson’ s black horse ‘ Dan” a beauti- little Mike spoke up with, “Gess we can nothing will do but that they must have ful quadrtiped, “and I’d like to see any- grow nuther one by then,” which caused some of their turkey.” thing with’ i more quadelphead than he’s a laugh as Thanksgiving day would be Mrs. Grey thanked him ‘the best she got wouldn’t you, Jim?” | here in one week. -| could, and after they had put on their Jim looked doubtingly at-him for a mo- |}. Somehow the speech seemed to cat wraps, Mr. Watson escorted them to his ment, then responded with a nod and, them all in good humor, and Mrs. Grey house where they were warmly wel,That’s what I would.” after kissing them all, tied on her bonnet comed ‘by his wife ; and when . they ‘en- |. Tommy pretended not to notice the to go to the lady, whom she thought tered the dining-room: there .sat Lizzie looks of admiration cast upon him, and would buy the turkey, which happened and her mother. Tommy tubbed his in trying to cross his legs nean-fashion, to be old Mrs. Watson the wife of their eyes and looked again; yes, they were awful mishap, he over- balanced, and next neighbor. still there. Just then Mary Ann whis- | ‘tumbled backward over the fence. He The following day Mr. Watson sat pered to him: “Look Tommy, Mike _ scrambled to his.feet ready to resent the reading his paper he suddenly let it fall ‘said he guessed’ we could grow another ‘laughter this ‘éreated, as an insult to his and looked up to his wife saying, turkey, and sure’ enough there’ s two on dignity; when Mrs; Grey: was heard eall- “Martha I guess I'll go to town tomor- the table.” "ing: “Children comé t6 your’ dinner.” row, so you had better make out your Well, I could: not begin | to tell you Tommy,’ his sister Mary Ann, and list of things for Thanksgiving.” ‘what a time: they had. It was indeed a two little brothers. Jodie and Mike, hast“Very well,” said his wife, “Ihave en- thanksgiving to them all; but will ' ened ‘to obey. and the others quickly gaged a turkey.” have to leave it to your imagination, scampered off to their several places of “You have? From whom?” only hoping that all little children will) “abode, leaving old Mr..Watson behind “Mrs. Grey, the lady that lives next have as ‘good a time on Thanksgiving |. the tight: board fenée which separated door; she came yesterday and “eee sts E.. STAKER. one and its paper circulation is second to. in the ‘Territory. Ask your Postmaster what the people think of it. “ | day. ab . A Thorough Home Paper Contributed to by Some of the Best Writers in the Territory. Our LITERARY, FARM, YOUNG FOLK’S HOME and DEPARTMENTS Will be Filled with Bright and Interesting Reading Matter. LLLP ODO LODO DDI WA DODO ODAAMARNRNARRAMNMS : SUBSCRIBE NOW! TERMS: Address One Year, $9.95, Six Months, 1.26. Three Months, 66. WESTERN WEEKLY, ve 37 8. West Temple Street, Salt Lake City, Utah. |