Rensselaer Republican, Volume 21, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 November 1888 — TWO MEN’S THANKSGIVING REVERIES. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TWO MEN’S THANKSGIVING REVERIES.

T Mr Roomin'** fine cqimJry, bouse • there- wanigreat Thantifcnjjpiv i-n g. (I i nnft-m Wits, authors* an hors, a 1: d artists of high, degree* were -t-o- g-9-ftc-ft ~tli«. I ward; for. be Ui known, Mr. Revmain is famous.

His books sell the world over. Pens less, renowned than Uis own hang upon his, favors Tho guests, weixt up the broad steps.and' were’ushered! into the handsome parlors. Mrs. Roniain received them; but thegreat author was not to be seen. Tliotruth was Thanksgiving was an unniver sary of which ljp ( never spoke to a soull an - although he*intended K> bo as cheerful and entertaining a* possible to his friends, lie had been overtaken by melon ob.oly reminiscence It had all come from reading n little ohl tJfewspajtor, too Lighting a cigar ho wttjkcd 'out aud, strolled toward the hills If his stylish wife and MfcrA'-'-g guests, hod. been able to i>hdfccrr»"* hi? mind just then they would have,item; surprised. Ilowas thinking of a Thanksgiving twenty years ago lie bad been very poor then; but bis early loro, his first wife, was with, him. Ho was thinking as ho strolled back, and forth on tho lawn this morning, that that Thanksgiving was the happier. Tho little- poem lie had just read jingled: through his mind. It seemed to liavebeen written especially for him: We were pauper*, sbe amt I. Ami the bread was hard to win; Cut our garret, near the sky. Let God’s purest sunlight in. She was meanly dressed, you gee*, —l| * ' In her faded cotton, pc-.vu, ■■ But her smile was heaven to me). And 1 never suw tier 1 two. ~~ <4 ; We were young, and life was sweet*. And we loved each other more- ; When there scarce was food so.vat And the. wolf was at the ddOr. There was,always hope, yoq know: * We could dream that shies were blue, But my darling had to.go -Jiust before the drmhr came trpcv The verses drifted through Mr. Ro* main's mind Mke far off bells, making sweet, sad music',’ 110 was back in “tin; garret near tlio skv,” ami the pietureseemetl sweeter to his fancy than all liis fine possessions of today tie wished .lift .were poor again, if poverty could bring back his early love and his youth. With this thought in ids mind he sighing turned toward heme. In a shabby little house on a lonesomehill tyas a gray Laired, dim eyed man. who looked out of a window and saw Mr. Remain- strolling idly by. lie, too. sighed. “I don't understand the rulings of this worid,” ho raid. “There is Remain,. lift lias everything he war.,‘3, Money and faiuo have come at hi. call. Twenty years ago I was rich and iio was poor. Now, I am growing old iu poverty-, which I have not brought upon ruyreU by dissipation or recklessness. I could only . go Lack twenty years to another Thaukagiving," am', he sighed again. Mr. Roniain Went back home to bis distingnished gfiest a. Tbftman who envied Doth envied the past. Mr. Romaln was still dreamily bumming some lines from the navispuper fioer-i ns. he went up the steps of bia landsome house. They were these: An<! vre loved each other more When then- waive was rood to cat. Ami the wolf was at the door. Naomi Trent,