The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, November 26, 1896, Page 2

q y | | i | —_—__ ’ at |town for help. Poor Celia! She was| Mrs. Perry Thanksgiving. always proud spirited, and gracious | Beet seen f | knows she never had anything to be | The air within the little box o 4 ee Steak over!) Where's the| ation was as heated and uncom- jtrain a whistling over to the bend” fortable as it was cold and uncom- | Mre. Elnathan Perry drew ber shaw fortable outside. The air tight around her ample shoulders and | Steel, Naile, Salt, EOS Buggy paints, poe a his susie So = a stove was almost red hot, —— ue jpinned it with a great pin. She| Machine oil, Glass &c. = ed. Come, litte girl Come, | of } ella } two women waiting on either side grasped her han dicatchel vandehar ca R oO Cc E R I z= Ss. | | it had to turn away their faces to} shield them from the heat, though | the shabby little telegraph operator, | peeping out of her box, came to the| conclusion that it was not all beat that kept their eyes from meeting Perhaps the constant reading of the ried to the dooras if a waste of time might be |She was a {aud her comfortable clothes and smooth, cheerful face showed th | she was well endowed with worldly | : comforts. Everybody knew that hieroglyphics ticked out to her all sees acer cep ae em Re day long may have sharpened the} 4 fon |The train was not io sight, aud Mrs. | : i oO umar peers Mes Ae Perry leaned against the door post pature; or was it the monotonous momeni's disastrous. | large, plump womar,; ‘DEACON BROS. & CO. Heavy and shelf Hardware, Cutlery and Guns Tioware and Stoves, Field and Garden seeds, Buggies, Wagons and Farm machinery, lise to come over and take your place] | for you Thavksgiving morning, so | pyou can eat with us. He's home on | la vacation, and he knows bow to do! ‘telegrapbing, too. And we'll have | | dinner early, Wagon wood work, Iron, so that he ean get! Tt is not at all needful {the twenty pound turkey fu missicn in the ORIGINAL ROUND OAK Best heater in the world. KEEPS FIRE -:- world with perfect ; satisfaction to everybody, how the shabby little operator and erook- ed Mr Dobbs went back to Dobbs’! | Depot with courage ; Warmth in their hearts But TRIUMPANT | might perhaps tell bow tts e child, in ‘her little patcbed or - new and with wood or coal, we over all others. | Thanksgiving night put her smal! to tell how]; -- nightgown, that |i A and took up again the turead of her | fonrliness of her life that made the study of the few faces she eaw a matter of intense interest’ Dobb's Depot was only a meagre collection of half dozen houses or 80, with a small “general store” as # bucleus. Very few passengers wait eiinthe tiny station summer or winter. To-day was a red letter day; there were three passengers. Or perbsps ic would be better to call them two and a half, for one was a scrap of a child, with great eyes and thin, pale cheeks. The child figeted on the seat be side her mother, now an then peer ing round the stove at the woman Opposite. As often as this happened her mother said something to her iv a sharp, sibilant whisper. “Where can I lock, then, mamma?” “Look out the winder!” “I did, but there isn’t anything out there but Mr. Dobbs, and he’s @o crooked!” Mrs. Elnathan Perry, @wiled a little “Poor Amasa!” she thought. “He is crooked, an’ he’s grown rapidly older since his accident. Let me aee—that was the year after Elna than died. I guess he’s failed right along since—in his faculties too, some say.” The little telegraph operator came aut to warm her hands. She sat down sociably beside Mrs. Perry “Going away to Thanksgiving?” she asked. “Yes; over to the city to my brother's folks. I live all alone an’ it’s kinder lonesome sitting down to eat Thanksgiving fixings all alone. Are you going anywhere?” The shabby little telegraph eper- ator shrugged her sheulders and modded toward her tiny room. “I shall eat my turkey and things in there,” she said, laughing. Then ahe added quickly, as if to change the subject, “Train’s late I guess. Aren't you dreadfully warm in here?” She got up and opeued the out aide door. “Hullo, Mr. Dobbs!” she galled cheerily to the bent littie baggage-master who was tramping up and dowa the platform, flapping his elbows to keep them warm. “Poor old man!” she said, coming back to the stove. “He's all used Up, and I’m afraid they're going to discharge him soon. He makes mis takes, you know—gets the checks and the freight mixed up. I shut my eyes when the freights stop here, the conductor swears at him so. ‘When I'm not busy I go out and kind of look after things for him, and I guess I've saved him two or three scrapes. Poor old fellow! it'll almost kill him not to be pottering round this depot. He’s been bag- gage-master more than forty yeare. Don’t you want me to go out and see if your trunk is checked all tight—Oh, there's my call!” and she ran back to her machine Mrs. Perry looked after her with @ pleasant pity in her round faee. Then she took another sideways glauce at the other passengers. “There's lots of things and folks to be pitied in this world,” she was thinking. ‘Celia Hodgkins looks like one of em, and that pindling little girl’s another. They don't either of ‘em look as if they'd had half food enough. Celia’s cloak is dreadful thin, too, and her bonnet’s rusty. I wonder where she’s going? She hasn't any folks that I know of, so she can't be going to Thansgiy ing. Leverton’s Mills—that’s where | abe got her ticket to—I heard her asking for it. Sounds like a factory place. Good land: I hope Celia Hodgkins ain't going to work in al factory! She couldn't stand it. I'm kind o’ afraid that’s it, though. 1) spose she's poor, and she'd work to! @ shadow before she'd come on the | opposite, thoughts, looking back into the dingy little room at the two still lin-| “I wish we were on| geriog there Id speaking terms—Celia au’ me. iike to find out something about her, | and I'd like to get hold of that little; girl and bring plumpness iato her But we haven't spoke for feel cheeks. these eight years, an’ I dou't like beginning. The fencs wasn't moved to my side, either!” She gave an impatient twist to her bonnet strings. “Line fences have made moe trouble than they're wortb, 2 thous- and times over!” The train came pufling and rattling into sight. The shabby little tele- graph girl tapped on the wiadow and nodded a pleasant good by as Mre. Perry passed Celia Hodgkins and the little girl came out of the waiting-room aud hurried toward one of the cars—not the one Mrs. Perry was entering, though the con ductor waved them to that onea minute later, and they found them- selves sitting just behind her when the train started. The child threw akies to Mr. Dobbs. “That's be cause he’s crooked and ain’t going to ride on the cars,” she said in her high, clear littie voice. The train sped on, the child en- joyed the bleak landscape; the after- noon wore on, and Mre. Perry dozed and lunched and though affairs at home, until when she got out at “the city” she had almost forgotten Celia Hodgkins and the line fence that divided them. Her brother was waiting for her and took her checks. “It isn’t a trunk,” she explained. ‘It’s just my valise. I thought I wouldn't need only my bombazine and extra collars anda nightgown--an’ the pepper- mints for Joe’s babies. I haven't forgotton them!” Mrs. Perry’s face shone with de- lighted anticipation. It was a pleas- ant thing to sit there in the great waiting-room and think about the welcome all ready for her just up a few blocks and round a few corners. The “babies” would be there waiting too, for Joe's family always came early and stayed late. Mre. Perry wondered how much the babies had grown. Presently her brother came back with the valise. “Is that yours” he said, swinging it up on the seat beside her. “Ii’s your check all right, but I thought it didn’t look quite natural. “Ob, that’s mine, I guess, Ezra; but the railroad folks have banged it up dreadfully. I oil- ed it up the last thing. Serves me right, for being too lazy to bring it in my hand.” They boarded a street car and ten minutes later Mrs. Perry was being smothered in hugs and kisses. “Bless me!” she gasped, “Isn't this good for alonely old woman? Look at these precious babies—they have grown like weeds! “Did you ‘member to bring the peppermints, Aunt Perry?” “We're a-goin’ to have five kinds! of pie three puddin’s for Thanks-| givin’—" “An’ two turkeys enough to—to—” “To stuff yout” laugbed Grandpa Ezra, picking little roly-poly Lucre tia up and setting her on the mantle. | an’ stuffin’ piece, from which vantage-point the | | And they haven't enough clothes in child piped down, pepymints, auntie’ “T have em. Whereis my valise Ezra?” said Mrs. Ezra, as she ied the way up stairs to the pleasant spareroom. The valise was just inside, and Mre. “Where's the} . + ready!” “It's up in your old room,” Give you references from 1000 Bates County People. The Starling with cast top and bottom. The best air tight wood pectae in 2 senses Call and see our line of wood and coal heaters. snapped easily, nnd the valise Jay | may anda shout of contradiction open, and Mrs. Perry took one look | from the children. at the contents aud then set back in “Yes, lve thought of something I astonishment. ‘Bless my stare!” | ought to bave done, and something she ejaculated. I hadn’t ought to have done years She lifted a garment between her | ago, and I'm going home to do it thumb and finger and beld it up oe) }and undo it before I can give any fore her. It was a child's little,| thanks. I couldu’t sit at this table worr, patched nightgown. There|andeat my turkey an’ cranberry was old-fashioned tatting | sarce without choking, and it’s no around the neck. The stitch was use trying to. You'veall got each complicated and graceful. Mrs. other to eat witb, an’ you don't need Perry’s practiced eye took in all the me—” details, and then she ejaculated. “Well, I never! If that isn't my own stitch that I made and never taught to avyone. Td know that) stitch if I saw it on the Tear of Rus-| Mrs. Perry laughed. “Oh yes, I sia’s nightgown.” | ball, too—see if I don’t! I'm going She went back and took out some | to have a Thanksgiving at home, or of the other thing They were a| every bit of a one that I can stir up child’s things—two or three print | in a hurry.” dresses and a meagre array of un-| “But it will be lonesome!” derclothing. A home made doll and} “No,” Mrs. Perry said gently. “I a little picture book or two were| don’t think it will be lonesome to among them. Mrs. Perry laid them | speak of.” in a pile, then she lifted out a woe There was only two more days man’s dress. before Thanksgiving day, and she “That's Celia Hodgkin's deess! I insisted upon starting that night. helped her make when it was new. “T've got to,” she laughed. “I’ve She wore it for a travelin'dress when | got to go aud get my gown and she was married. It’s dreadful faded | carry the other folks theire! Where's but I knew it as well as I do the} Leverton’s Mills, Ezra?” trimming.” It proved to be a small manufac One of Joe's babies tried to open turing town not far oft on a branch the door, but she didn’t notice it road. About baif-past four the next “[know how that tatting came / afternoon crooked Mr. Dobbs and there,” she eaid, half-aloud. “I gave | the little telegraph operator were a it to Celia to trim her wedding fix- | good deal surprised to see the two in’s with. That's how: An’ she’s | passengers and a half who had gone kept it nice all this time for tbe little away the day before getting off the girl.” She put ou her glasses to/ train together. Mrs. Perry held the look at it closer | little girl’s hand, and was smiling Suddenly she started guiltily.| ang talking with Celia Hodgkins “Good land! What am I doing? It’s | ; over her shoulder. none of my business meddling with Mr. Dobbs looked up from under Celia Hodgkin's clothes! It’s her : . : lhis bent shoulders with a kindly, valise, and she’s got mine this mia quizzical glance. Mrs. Perry thrust jute. ‘That's Amasa Dobbs’ work | 2 cheek into bis hand. mixing up our checke—the little) wiga turkey—get it quick. or; telegraph woman said he'd done it ‘ before.” ‘ hoawune! '~ She held the valise in But Mrs. Perry did not get up | yer hand until the telegraph girl She eat among Celia Hodgkin's old ) took it kindly from her, saying, clotbes and looked at them through |, “Why didn’t you check it. It’s so misty spectacles. ‘Poor Celia! She | | heavy?” didn’t have a fair chance. And we) “Check it!” used to be just like sisters before | «. ‘No, I don’t intend to check any | they ran that line fence between us | 476 valises—but I checked the tur- | Why. she stood up with me and I/ key. Id rather lose him than my stood up with her when we were |ombasine and ii h . tgown, for if j married, and—and she watched with | . gatgow ior some “Bat you won't bave any of the three puddings and the stufting—” “Or the sweet ‘tatoes—” “Or the chicken pie an’ gravy—” exclaimed Mrs. Perry. | Worst comes to worst, we can give jmy Bennie the night he died! She's | thanks overa rooster. There he {a good deal younger than I am in | yeare, but she’s had a eight of trou | ble and now sh’s got no one left bu | that pindling little girl, and they've | |gone away to work im a factory. I |feel it in my bones that they have. | | comes.” Mr. Dobbs was sliding toward | them with a huge gobbler swathed jin newspapers and twines. Perry and the thin little girl went to meet him. “Isn't he a monster?” | Dobbs, out of breath. “Yes,” said Mrs. Perry, patting the turkey’s fat sides proudly ‘He's a tweniy-pounder, pretty nigh, andj d Mr. |that beg to keep a mosquito warm.” gasped Mr. “Auntie! Aunt Perry! Suppers came up in childish yoices Mrs. Perry wert down and ex-! plained to them about the pepper- | 'mints and the wrong valise, but said ‘nothing about the nightgown. She | °f stuffing belongs to you, {the train may carry it off—there’s no | Mrz. | i | thin arms round Mrs) Perry's ne jand whispered, “Cant we stay for fever ‘n’ ever ‘1 ever?” li Only a certain little mouse in the} ; w nit tell you wall could have heard Mrs Perry's | ; food for all answer, but the child went cff to} sleep quite satisfied ” | Ayxa Hasiiron Doynett prevent MeClement & Co. CONGREGATIONS TO BOLT. Chicago Free silver Men Will Forsake Gold Standard Churches. Chicago, Il.. Nov. 18.—Some of the well known ministers of Chicago propose to establish “The Church of Humanity.” They assert that the active political affiliation with the Republican party, by certain minis ters in the city, and the bitter de nunciation of silver advocates in some of the Chicago pulpits, have a church in which the poor shall be welcome. This andertaking of the establish ment of a popular, humanitarian cburch is borne chiefly on the shou) ders of the Rev. Flavius J. Brobst, who was one of the most active speakers for the silver forces in the late campaign, and spoke under the direction of the Democratic county central committee. With him are associated Colonel C. A. Crum of tbe United Silver party; Charles P. Huey, and Episcopalian, and secre- tary of the United Silver party; Prof. R. M. Johnson, a Presbyter iav, and a member of the executive committee of the same organization; David Shanahan, who represents the Catholic sentiment in the moyement; George A. Williams, who was prominent in the ail irk which on-col- ght is below THE Bates County Bank, BUTLER, MO. Successor to Bates Co. National Bank, Established in 187C. Paid up capital $125,000 A general banking business trans acted. F.J. TYGARD, - - - President, HON. J. B. NEWBEKRY J. C. CLARK : Cashier w. R. WOODS. Real Estate and Life In- surance Agent. ADRIAN) - - MISSOURI I have a large number of farms for sale, ranging from 40 acres up. This land is located in Bates county and is choice real estate. Call and see me before buying. Ges & CLARK, ATTORNzYS AT LAW. Office over the MissourijjState Bank North side square. DR. J. M, CHRISTY, HOMOEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, ice, front room over McKibbens store. Ail callanswered at office dayor ver movement; J. P. Bishop and us Fe ; : feciuies a Colonel Drake. The men met at 151 De aaa Seiad cara: Randolph street, und decided that the new church should be opened next Sunday morning. Plane for the orgauization have been discuss- ed quietly for a week or two, and been adopted so far as the start was concerned. It is expected that some theater will be secured, and that the Rev. Mr. Brobst will preach hie firet sermon, as pastor of what may be called the Church of Humanity. It has been fully decided not to use the name of the white metal in the title The founders believe that the re cent attitude of some pulpits on the fiuancial question had driven a large number of church people from sym- pathy with existing organizations. Itis not proposed to have the Rev. Mr. Brobst preach nothing but silver sermons. The founders said yesterday that the pure Gospel from the Bible would be preached. And in time it is hoped the church ean extend iis good influences through humanitarian work and demonstrate usefulness of a practical religion to those who care little for it now. Bread, Not Bo Bullets, | According to the cablea million/ and a quarter of people are starving in the single province of Bombay. It is the duty of England, which from year to year bas drained them of their surplus. to see that they are fed. America has the food to do it, sat at the table and could not eat. Dobbs, and a big he! g of white! We have in| Perry set it on a ehair and fumbled with the straps. ‘I never saw any- |thing like the reckless way these | baggage men abuse things: “An’ the lock‘s broken, too, I do declare!” The straps were limp and old, and j She was thinking of Celia. “Well,” she said, giving, Ezra. There was an exclamation of dis suddenly, “I might as well have it out and done | {with it. I'm going home to Thanks. | Stop the shooting. | meat to her,” nodding over ber| America thousands of shiploads of shoulder toward the shabby little | corn, wheat and provisions. Eng-| telegraph operator. Hand has the money. 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