Pike County Democrat, Volume 24, Number 28, Petersburg, Pike County, 24 November 1893 — Page 7

SUCH a quaint little Mother, to a gown o t Mirer gray. Her snowy hair smooth-parted, la the dear old-fash-ioned way. And on her head a

lint-white cap, of softest, flintiest lace, 'That made a picture-frame about ber sweet and placid face Such a brave little Mother! So many a year bad fled Since her husband, leal and loving, had been , numbered with the dead. So many, many summers had she borne a lonely heart That her fair age and his bright youth were half a life apart. ‘i Such a gentle little Mother! Ah! the boys remember now. Sorrowfully, every shadow on that tender, tranquil brow. ’They remember how she taught them, how sha kissed them each at night. And they felt no need of angels keeping watch till morning light Suoh a trustful little Mother! There were dark days now and then, Though the dear lads never dreamed it until they wore bearded men; She would go away alone, kneeling In her chamber dim, And would tell the Lord her troubles, casting ail her care on Him. Such a happy little Mother! With a laugh like bells a-ehlme, ■Ever swift to see the bright side, ready with a quip and rhyme Oh, so quick with love's own pity! oh, so earnest ’neath the jest: Ever lavishing her kindness, giving ever of her ■ best Such a winsome little Mother! Why the village children came Trooping merrily about her; she knew every one by name; Baby faces smiled to greet hers, by some subtlo impulse stirred. As if fledglings knew the brooding of the tender mother bird. •Such a true little Mother! Never dallying with wrong; Honest to the very heart’s core; bearing burdens late and long; Paying every debt with interost; filling every day with work. With a deep disdain for any who the day’s demand would shirk. Such a blessed little Mother! Through their tears her sons to-day * ;■ Thank the God she served and honored that she sleeping passed away; Lifted to, tpe home in Heaven, to tho comrade gone before. Just as earth's Thanksgiving greetings Boated through the open door. . —Margaret E. Sangster, in Harper’s Bazar.

O.N’T you go and do no sech thine, Judson Wilmot; you jest stay whar ' you be.” r “Well, I just tv nn’t I n m

"tired and sick of it; the same thing year after year; drudge, drudge, and no end to it when there ain’t a bit of use of it; I tell you, Ike Staples, such a life ain’t worth living, and I won’t stand it any longer.” ‘‘Why, Jud Wilmot, how kin you talk that air way? Sich a lifo ain’t wuth living; land sakcs! what on airth -do you want? Here you be with as good a hum as any feller kin ask fer; a good •dad and mar and allers a plenty to eat and—say dud what ’bout Mandy? Be you fergettin’ her? You know your dad’ll give you that west eighty-acre piece when you and Mandy git hitched and by ’n by you’ll hev the hull farm; why, ■Jud, you orter be the contentedest feller in Injiany.” “Yes, Ike, that’s all ■ very fine, but just the same I want to see some of the world before I settle down; it’s grub, grub, all the time; here it is Thanksgiving to morrow, but I, don’t feel very thankful 1 can tell you; I can see nothing ahead of me but feeding hogs all winter, plowing in the spring, harvesting and haying in the summer, shucking corn in tne fall, and then do it all over again the next year." No, Ike, 1 have maderup my mind to go and have -one whirl anyway, and the folks hadn’t -ought to object; but they will. I expect there’ll be a fuss, but I am going, and right away, too, after Thanksgiving.” Ike Staples continued his advice and backed it up by a relation of an expedience of bis own, winding ,it up by saying how glad he was to get back home. Judson Wilmot glanced at the crossroads storekeeper, for Mottville was •nothing but a crossroads, with a pityiing look, and evidently thought there ■was a vast difference in the chances of himself and the little 0I4} weazened fellow seated in front of him on a cracker barrel. He said nothing, however, ex•cept to ask for the mail, and picking •up a package of raisins he had pur•chased turned to leave. As the postmaster handed him a farm journal apd a New York paper, he said, with real ■ earnestness, while yet he chuckled: “Well, Jud, I ’spose you’ll go, so I’ll bid you good-by; but you had better •eat a big Thanksgiving dinner toraorrer, for you’ll not git any sich • cookin’ as your mar’s 'till you git home •again.” The Wilmot farm was located about

four miles from the post office It was perhaps the most prosperous place in the country, and the Wilmot family stood high in the esteem of everyone. The family consisted of Father Wilmot, called “squire” by his neighbors, the mother, a kindly old lady whose whole happiness was bound up in her only son Jnclson, and her only daughter Mattie, a bright girl of eighteen, at home now from school, to eat Thanksgiving dinner with the family. J udson was just twenty-one years old on Thanksgiving day, and this fact and one other had caused Mother Wilmot to try and outdo all previous efforts at making the event a particularly festive one. Judson had been given every advantage for obtaining an education, but he was by no means studious, and with the acquirement of such learning as he could acquire from the district school his parents were compelled to be satisfied. It had thus become a settled matter that Judsesu should relieve his father of the burden of the care of the farm. This he had. now done for three or four years, and no one of the household had any suspicion that the young man was not entirely satisfied with his quiet, uneventful life. He had, however, for a year been secretly chafing at the humdrum existence. as his conversation with Ike Staples plainly indicated. Hesides the fact that the coming ■

ger, and a hot retort broke from his Ups. “Well, rdeela.ve, I would go and hare my face changed if I were you, Jud,” was Mattie’s laughing speech; “a farm, a new home and twenty-one years of age all at once ought to be enough, even without the prospect of a pretty wife." “I shall be obliged to you, Mattie, if you wUl mind your own business,” said Judson, crossly, and then continued, addressing his father: “Father, I am much obliged to you, but 1 shall have to wait awhile before I take your offer; I want to go away and see something of the world before I settle down. I am tired of farming; let things rest as they are until I come back.” This was like a clap of thunder in a clear sky. “What does this mean, sir?” exclaimed the farmer; “do you intend to insuit our guests who were asked here to dine for a special reason to-day, to say nothing ot your mother and myself? What /does it mean, sir?” and the squire dropped his knife and fork and looked fiercely at his son. “Father,” said Judson, “mother, all of'you, 1 beg for pardon for this untimely announcement. 1 had no idea of making a scene at our Thanksgiving dinner, but, sir,” and here Judson rose to his feet and addressed his father: “I can only say, sir. that I have resolved to go away for a time, and

I V •• THE QUICKER YOU GO THE BETTER I GO ! "

Thanksgiving- was the date of Judson’s attaining his majority, the other reason alluded to for making the event especially festive was in connection with Mandy Morton, the daughter of a well-to-do neighboring farmer. Mandy and Judson had known each other from infancy, and with the exception of seasons when little quarrels had come between them they had always been considered lovers. They had been keeping “steady company” now for a year or two, and it was generally expected by the fatuities on both sides that a formal engagement would bo made and announced on Thanksgiving day, and the Morton family were therefore to be the honored guests of the occasion. The day before Thanksgiving had been particularly unpleasant for Judson Wilmot Everything seemed to go wrong, and the desire to cut away from it all reached a climax; he determined he would go at any cost of feeling, either to parents or others. At home in the evening lie was sober and quiet; his mother, who naturally noticed it, attributed his manner to a far different reason than the truth. lie went to the storo for the mail and it was there he relieved himself by his talk with Ike Staples. As he rode home he worked himself into a high state of irritability trying to frame the excuses ho should make for going, as ho owned to himself he had no good reason for doing so. With one exception it was a happy lot of people who sat down to dinner that Thanksgiving day, Mrs. Wilmot had indeed surpassed herself, and there was a feast in waiting to satisfy the appetite of a gourmand. Mother Wilmot looked her happiness, and it was with no littlo feeling of pride that Father Wilmot took up the big carving knife and attacked the two great turkeys before him. Mandy was blushing in her loveliness, and for all the world could not help appearing a trifle conscious. Sister Mattie had a roguish twinkle in her eyes and her glances, cast from Mandy to Judson and back again, added in no small measure to the former’s restlessness. Papa and Mamma Morton did their best to seem at ease, but it was plain that they were also in a semi-quiver of happiness. Judson alone was moody and silent. He had all day done his best to appear cheerful and pleasant, and in the general atmosphere of joy his strained effort was not perceived. His sister Mattie was the lirst to remark it “1 wonder is it the weight of years pressing upon Judson that makes him so serious—or is it—say, Mandy, do you know what it is?” said the lively sister. Mandy blushed a deeper red than ever, and Judson, with an ill-concealed frown, said: “Never you mind about my looks, Mat I have trouble enough on my mind.” Everyone looked their surprise at Judson’s remark, and all stared at him for a moment in blank wonder. Then Father Wilmot broke out into a hearty laugh. “Trouble!” he exclaimed. “Trouble on your mind! Well,, my son, if you are worrying about how you and Mandy are to get a living you can feel as happy ns you like, for I have had the papers all fixed to give you that west eighty acres, and the money to build a good house is already in the bank for you,” and the good old farmer chuckled as he passed Mrs. Morton a plate heaped with turkey dressing and sweet potato. Mother Wilmot looked at her son, as she paused with the coffee pot in her hand, to see his sober face wreath itself in smiles. To her surprise it grew gloomier than before, and at a remark from Mattie it flushed with an

matters must remain as they are for the present; I feel that I must go; 1 am far from contented now.” “Von feel that you must go, do you? Then go, sir. I feel that you have outraged and disgraced us in the eyes of our friends, and the quicker you go the better. Go!” and the'wrathful fathe*x>inte:l straight to the outer door. “Father, don't, don’t speak like that!” cried the mother, her voice choking with tears; but Judson had sprung away from the table and left the room. He was heard upstairs for a momept, and throwing open the dining-room door said: “Mandy, may I speak to you for a m oment?” Then up rose Mr. Morton, and, turning to Judson, said, with much dignity: “Sir, it is my wish that my daughter has nothing whatever to say to you now or ever; Mandy, remain in yonr ser.t.” / Judson’s mother would not let him go without a word, and she followed him into the hall. She was too late, however, for the front door closed with a bang, and Judson YVilmot had gone out from under l.is father’s roof in anger and perhaps forever. The almost untouched Thanksgiving dinner was left to spoil, for none had any heart to eat. Mattie alone appeared to mind this. “A grand dinner all spoiled for the whim of a man,” she cried, as she, the last one, left the table. For Judson Wilmot, seeing the world was not an exceptional experience and yet it was not a common one. He had something over one hundred dollars of his own money and this he took with him to the city. He realized now that he had his own fortune to make, and he wasted no time in foolishness. Being a farmer he was naturally interested in the wheat market, and chance threw him in the way of an option broker. He invested a portion of his capital and came out a winner. Again he ventured and again won. Fortune appeared to smile upon him and in less than two months'he ,had accumulated over ten thousand dollars. He wrote a line to Ike Staples to this effect, for though he would not write home he wanted his folks to know that he was independent of them all. Of course this was all duly reported with such additions as Ike’s friendly imagination could invent. Matters were very lively in Mottville, too, just at this time. For months there had been a fair prospect of a railroad going through the secton. and early' in the spring it was rushed through and a real town sprang up. Ike Staples was made rich by the rise of property and the sale of goods and was a prominent man in the young city. Blocks of buildings had been erected and business was thriving geherally. Again Ike heard from Judsor; this time that he had ventured his money in a theatrical company and that there was no chance for anything but a big fortune for him. Thus tho people of Mottville became accustomed to the idea that Jud Wilmot was a very rich man and that when he came back home it would be-to start a bank in tne city that had grown up in his absence. Tho summer flew by and November once more came around. A few days before Thanksgiving a group of idlers at the new depit saw a stylish young fellow alight from an afternoon train and start on foot toward the Wilmot homestead Ike Staples was at a little distance when the stranger passed, but he recognized him. "Say, that there young feller is Judson Wilmot,” said he. “You bet he has struck ifrich, and we will have a new bank for sure. Did you notice them ihere clothes?” It was Judson Wilmot, sure enough.

He went directly home and had a quiet talk with his lather, asking: pardon lor his waywardness a year before. His mother received him of course with open arms and Mattie, who was now home from school lor good, could not help welcoming' her spruce-looking' brother. Judson also hastened to make peace with Mandy and her parents. All was forgiven and forgotten, and Mother Wilmot began her preparation lor another Thanksgiving dinner, happy in the belief that the expectations of the year before would now be carried out. The Mortons were, of course, invited, and this time there was no lack of hilarity. “Come now, Jud,” said his lather, “you have been home several days and yet you haven't told us any of your experiences in seeing the world; let s hear about ’em.” “Yes, Jud. let’s hear what you are going to do,” said Mr. Morton; "they say down to Mottville that you intend to start a bank; is that a fact?” “Well, Mr. Morton, about starting the bank I can answer that very promptly; I am not going to do so; as to what 1 am going to do, that remains to be seen. Father,” and here Judson turned squarely to the farmer, “a year ago to-day I had the big head and thought I knew it all; I wanted to see the world. Well I have seen all I want of it; 1 dot?t want to tell you my experiences, for you might lose another of mother's good dinners for laughing at me. I want to say this; I have never told a soul that I had made money, and all that has been said has come from Ike Staples, who imagined it was so. I have told him my experiences while away and the whole town will know them by now. Father, all I have in tho world to show for my year's absence and my one thousand dollars is this suit of clothes and if you will let mo have that west eighty acres I take tho^o duds off and go to work like a man." The usual group were in Ike Staples’ store on that same Thanksgiving afternoon. ■ “Well, Ike. how about the new bank?” asked one. “There ain't agoing to be nary new bank," responded Ike. "1 sized young Wilmot tip wrong; he ain’t got no money; he did make a strike, but arter that ho jist played ‘angel,’ as they call it, for some theater folks, and ho went broke. He told me hisself that he had to walk near all the way home and that all he had wuz that slick suit of clothes, and thet he wuz agoing to work that west eighty of the squire’s, and I bet, boys, he vruz as glad to git hum as I wuz when my old man offered me a dollar a day and board; but Jud is a good feller, and he and Mandyo air going to get spliced between now and Christmas.” J. J. Fuller. too iuccu.

‘‘Look here, Jimmy, this one wid some crambelly sauc’d do, wouldn’t it?” “Don’t, Johnny, don’t! Rispect a feller's fcclin's.”—Life. Stab Rads of Thought. It’s a cold day when you can’t fihd sunshine somewhere in this world. It makes your burden twice as heavy to think about it. r A man who takes a smile away from his family to give it to somebody else ought to be lynched. Beauty speaks the same language to all people. If the flowers were as dissatisfied as human beings are we would have to use disinfectants on them. Love is the molasses on the bread of matrimony—somebody must provide the bread. A poem without a soul cannot hope for immortality. Hope is a necessity; realization a luxury. More women stop thinking to talk than stop talking to think. A million persons need one dollar to one person who needs a million dollars. —Detroit Free Press. LEVEL HEADED.

Prudent Turk—It’s a pretty t:j;ht fit, and it ain’t very handsome; but these are troublous times—troublous times. —Smith, Gray & Co. ’s Monthly. —With thanksgiving- for the past let us be hopeful for the future. When David surveyed his mercies he exclaimed: “Surely goodness and mercies shall follow me all the days of my lifel” The past he regarded as the; pledge for the future. —Christian Inquirer.

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