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'-•$'-ra^iji-X>>- Ayp$M^ -i - r -^w-h v ? v • • * f."--S:->»'/-j C vv|. As f-i"1^:*-. - '«3-nV.« ouse- I/NNED (By Charles H. Roblnsoa.] It waa all on account of the Widow Amesy. During the lifetime of her lord and master Mrs. Amssy was nothing but An atom flurrying around on the edge Of the social whirlwind, but, as a wid­ ow with a tidy bit of money left her &y the lamented departed--that was another matter. Then, the storm cen­ ter sought to draw her in and squeeze the money out of her. Being a wise woman, she resisted the pressure and Invested her windfall in a little cot­ tage, which possessed three rooms be­ low and two more in the attic. This, with oV3n simple furnishings, took all would go in after him, but he Quickly stopped her. "No, no, widow, for God'o sake, go back. You'll mire yourself an' both of us'll be lost" "I have it," said the widow, quickly taking in all the surroundings. "Have patience, Mr. Jimson, and do not struggle, or you will sink faster," then adding under her breath: "I must do it; there's no time to get help; be­ sides, nobody can see me." The big lower limb of a sycamore tree stretched out over and beyond him, but out of his reach, and her thought was, that if she could dim out on the limb, her weight would Hr IS The Limb Bent Lower and Lower. iMr Mib and compelled her to look around for the wherewith to satisfy the craving* and clamors of her phys­ ical nature, for she was a Jolly and weighty specimen of wldowldnd. As the doctor frequently said of her: "The widow Amesy is a ^ood-sized chunk of a woman; able to take care of herself and stand on^her rights." For some inscrutable reason the widow had set herself up as the cham­ pion of the weak--men, women or children, there was no difference to her--even in the case of a helpless bird or dog, she would ruffle up as if •he had the feathers of a motherly hen guarding her brood from the at­ tacks of a ravenous hawk, and stay the injurious hand. To the sick and suffering she was kindness personi­ fied, and her gentle disposition com­ bined with her phy sical strength and the knowledge of how to use it brought her into constant demand as a skillful nurse. Everybody knew her, respected her and had reason to be grateful to her for services pe formed at some period or other, and was ready to fight for her if the occasion required war on her behalf. There was once a faint breath of •candal, but the doctor dissipated it in the most startlingly vigorous manner, and after that, neither It nor any •ther ill-wind blew in her direction. "If that woman isn't a saint, she's next door to being one," was his wind-up when he told the story. Mr. Adonlram Jimson was the In­ dividual in question. A "ne'er do well," bat he took care of the widow's cow nd calf, looked after her chickens and ducks as a labor of love, and to reciprocate many of her little surrep­ titious acts of kindness in the shape Of fresh baked bread, an occasional roast chicken or a luxuriant pie, that found its way into his scant pantry. Be accepted and ate everything he fpnnd there in a perfunctory manner; aomewhat after the style of the raven- fad prophet, or rather like the hog Wider the oak, that roots up and de­ vours the succulent nuts without ever looking up to see whence they come. It so happened, late one evening, tbat Mr. Jimson started after the Widow's cow and calf that had been wandering among the brush all day for pasture, and had apparently for­ gotten the way home. It had been raining steadily for forty-eight hours, and the numerous sloughs, riverbeds and bufTalo wallows were so saturated with water that it meant death to fall Into any of them because of the bot­ tomless quicksands mixed with mirey day, which drew their prey down into the depths without hope of extrication. Naturally careless and reckless, Mr. Jimson plunged into a quagmire, and When he felt himself sinking, he touted for help. Fortunately the widow heard his criep'and rushed to the rescue. ( •What in the world are you doing in feare, Mr. Jimson?" she inquired after (lotting him in the semi-darkness. "The cows, widow; I started after ffcaafc and forgot' the slough in goln' mtm lota." ••Walt. Mr. Jimson, and I will poll and she mads as if she bend it down so that he could seize hold of it, and either draw himself out or hold on to it until she could procure other aid. She climbed the tree and reached the big limb after encountering numer­ ous bruises and scratches, which, how­ ever, she did not heed. Then resting moment, she stretched her body out along the branch and began to crawl slowly toward Jimson, who soon un­ derstood what she intended to do. "Widow," he cried imploringly, you'll fall off an' be lost. Never mind me, widow, I ain't of no account; I'm in my last hole, an' it's Jest as well. For God's sake, widow, go back; don't resk your life for me!" Be still, poor man," said the wom­ an, crawling slowly along, - her arms and legs clasped around the limb. It began to bend with her weight at last, but she still kept on, almost fall­ ing off, for the limb was growing smaller and she could not grip it tight. She flattened her body down upon it like a worm crawling on a quivering twig, all the time telling Jimson to cheer up and she would save him. The limb bent lower and lower still, until Jimson had a tiny branch in his grasp. This he pulled gently and caref lly, for he was afraid of shaking the wid­ ow off. Harder and harder he pulled and lower bent the limb until he had it firmly in his grasp. "Now, hold on tight," the widow commanded, "and keep still. I am go­ ing back, and when my weight is off the limb It will spring up and pull you out." So saying, she began to crawl back­ ward cautiously, lest a single slip should throw her off her balance and her efforts prove in vain. The broken, jagged twigs and branches caught her dress and pierced her flesh, but with resistless force she bore her whole weight backward against them and tore herself free, reaching the trunk in safety, whence she dropped panting to the ground. Jimson worked the sticky earth and sand into the consistency of gruel, by turning and twisting, until finally the downward suction ceased and the up­ ward spring of the tree branch began to draw him up and out. Then, climb­ ing hand over hand along the limb as It bent back to its normal position, the woman encouraging him all the way, he finally reached safety, and, dropping from the limb to the ground, broke his leg and fell unconscious. When he recovered his senses ha was lying on a couch in the widow's little parlor, the widow herself bend­ ing over him with a bowl of steaming tea which she made him drink. "I must go home, widow," said Jim­ son trying to stand up and walk, but falling to the floor, groaning with pain. Lifting him back upon the couch, the widow bade him lis still while she went for the doctor. "H-m-m, a very bad case," re­ marked the doctor after an examina­ tion of the fractured member. "Crushed, twisted and broken. How did It happen?" When put in possession of Che facts the doctor burst out into a roar of laughter. "What a sight! What sight!" he exclaimed as soon as he recovered his breath. "What do you mean?" demanded the widow, bridling up. "Why, your crawling out on that limb and crawfishing back again." The imaginative doctor again broke out into a fit of laughter, which was sud­ denly choked by a sound box on the ear administered by the angry wom­ an. "You're here to fix this poor man's leg, not to insult a woman!" she snapped out with fire in her eyes. "Widow, I beg your pardon," said the doctor humbly as he turned to his patient "It will be six weeks* before ha can crawl nbout on crutches, and two months before he can attempt to walk," was the flat when the opera­ tion had been completed. "Six weeks? Two months?" groaned Jimson. "Le'me go home. I must go home," and he attempted to rise, compelling the doctor to hold him down on his back. "But the cow, widow, I must git the cow," said he plaintively. "Never mind the cow, Mr. Jimson," said the widow; let It go to Halifax. You've got to lie still for six weeks or two months. I'll take care of you." * And she did take care of him, pull­ ing him through until he was able to walk. The story got abroad through the gossiping doctor, and with his em­ bellishments, the widow Amesy was raised upon a pedestal of heroism. Not long afterward, about ten days before Thanksgiving day, the widow's little house was burned to the ground, all she had in the worlJ being con­ sumed with it. When the bucket bri­ gade finished fighting the fiery demon, the latter had the best of it--there was nothing left but the widow--yes, there was the hencoop, but that was not a fit habitation for her, although she thought she might flx it up and get along all right until she could afford to build some sort of a shanty to pro­ tect her from the inclement weather. She refused all offers of aid, but 'Squire Hobbs laid down the law and she was compelled to yield. "You will go over to my house and stay there until we have built yqu an­ other house," said he with a deter* mlnation that overcame her resistance. "D'ye think we're going to let you live In a hencoop? We're going to put up another hbusc, but we ain't going to do it for nothing, of course not," and he winked at the crowd. "We're go­ ing to let you pay for it by aad by." At a town meeting, called for the purpose, it was resolved to have the widow's house rebuilt ready for occu­ pation on Thanksgiving day. Some furnished money, others contributed materials, and others still volunteered to do the work. There were delays and setbacks, however, as is usual whenever any work is promised at a certain, fixed time, so that when Thanksgiving morning arrived the problem of com­ pleting the Job became knotty, but having been promised and undertaken, it had to be finished. By hard think­ ing 'Squire Hobbs conceived the idea, and to carry it into effect, he sum­ moned his fellow townsmen and laid the matter before them. "You women folks," said he by way of consulting them, "you women folks go home and cook up what you've got r Ing combined. There'll be hoard tar bies laid outside for those who can't get Inside the house. You boys and girls, get all the boxes and barrels you can find--there's a lot of cord- wood in my back yard that won't be missed--and If we don't finish eating by dark, well have bonfires to see by and warm up up. Widow, you Just sit or stand around and boss things, it being your house. No remarks, please! Scatter! The house was on hand at the hour named, so were the women and the combined Thanksgiving dinners. Spare furniture, gathered from garrets and barns, had been polished Into new­ ness, and, barring paint, and varnish, wall paper and plastering, the wid­ ow's house was ready for her occupa­ tion, even to the locks on the doors, as 'Squire Hobbs said humorously: "So's nobody'll break In and steal your valuables." Of course, the house was not big enough to accommodate all the merry crowd that wanted to get Into It, but those who could not squeeze In gath­ ered around it as close as they could to eat and hear the speeches of the no­ tables, who practiced oratory until the small boys notified them that the fuel had given out. Then they all went home tired, but full and happy. Was the widow happy? Not a bit more than the others. BILLY'S THANKS61VIN6 UNCLE. "Thanksgiving's coming again, Flop- sy," said Billy Dick. "But I forgot, you don't know Thanksgiving, do you? You were only the ragman's dog then. You ought to have been here--why, do you know what I did last year? An auto and I ran away together. And I remembered, of course, that a boy whose name Is Milton Montgomery Norton can't disobey, so we--Jlminy Ann! What do you suppose Is the matter?" Flopsy's tall wagged knowingly, but he didn't answer. He was either jeal­ ous of this "Jiminy Ann," whom he had never seen, but to whom Billy Dick often talked in this way. What he did see was the town meBsengeE waving a telegram. "For me?" asked Billy expectantly. "Naw!" cried the boy. "It's fer yer mother. Sign fer it." Billy Dick laboriously signed his full name on the blank, and he and Flopsy ran in with the telegram. Mrs. Mor­ ton was busy in the dining room care­ fully packing a valise with Thanksgiv­ ing goodies, pies and cake and jellies. "A telegram, mother," cried Billy Dick, "for you." "Oh, Billy Dick!" was all she could say, for telegrams came so seldom that they always frightened her. "It's--it's probably from Mrs. Walk­ er," suggested Billy Dick in his reas­ suring manner. "Open it and see." "Mrs. Walker is in Turkey," laughed Mrs. Norton at his comfort Billy Dick tore the envelope open and Mrs. Morton read the telegram aloud: "On way East Arrive Thanksgiv­ ing 10 a. m. "John and Dorothy." "Goodness!" cried Billy Dick. Uncle Jack and Aunt Dot to visit us!" and he capered around the table. "Yes, it is nice," said Mrs. Morton, "but, Billy Dick, they're to arrive Took Care of Him Until Ha Could Walk. the "frills" that Mrs. Morton was now packing in the bag. "And--it busts our planar* echoed Billy Dick. "O mother!" "We must stay at home, Billy Dick, and disappoint your father, too." Mrs. Morton's sweet voice was trembling. Billy Dick could not stand it---he and Flopsy had to go out on the plazsa to think It over. "O, Flopsy, Flopsy," said Billy Dick, burying his head in Flopsy's ears. SJI'm glad you don't know what Thanksgiv­ ing is like, and a visit to pops at the yard, for you can't be disappointed. I feel--Jiminy Ann, there's something the matter with my eyes, and I've got a kind of a pain somewhere in my stomach, I guess, and " The door opened and Mrs. Morton came briskly out "I have it, Billy Dick, I have another plan. We mustn't disappoint your father entirely. You and the goodies shall go to Norfolk, while Rosy Posy and I stay at home and receive Uncle Jack and Aunt Dot. Could you go alone?" Billy Dick began to grow tall. Ha felt on a level with his pretty moth­ er's shoulder as he answered: "Why, of course. That would be Jolly, except for you and Rosy Po^y." So Billy Dick started that afternoon, with a dollar In his pocket, and his ticket carefully stowed away in an In* side pocket It was a three hours' journey, and he had to change cars twice. As he stepped off the train a little old man with white hair and a jolly smile came up to him. "Well, well, well," he said, "how you have grown! This is Billy, isn't it? Yes? Well, I declare--come right along with me. The train Is late, and we'd better get some supper here." Billy Dick wasn't quite sure who the old gentleman was, but as he seemed familiar with him, why of before it stopped and had Billy Dick in his arms. In fact, Billy Dick forgot all about his new-found uncle, for his father was so glad to see him safe and sound. "I must telegraph your mother at once, Billy Dick," Baid his father. "She has been almost worried to death about you when I could not telegraph her that you had arrived." "But great uncle Howell telegraphed --didn't you?" asked Billy Dick, turn­ ing to the old gentleman, who was greeting some friends. "Who?" asked Capt. Morton. "Why," began Billy Dick, and b® noticed that his father didn't shake hands with the old gentleman, and that the old gentleman apparently didn't know his father, he introduced them. "This is my father; don't you re­ member him?" he1( said. "Your father!" exclaimed the^old gentleman. "Your father is my nephew, William Walters." There surely was some mistake somewhere, or was he dreaming? "Aren't you Billy Waters, William Walton Waters?" asked the old gen­ tleman. "I am Milton Montgomery Morton, sir," said Billy Dick. "You said your name was Billy," said the old man. "Billy Dick," explained Capt Mor­ ton. "He's alwaye been called that because " Then the old gentleman began to laugh, and Billy Dick laughed, too, as did Captain Morton and the other friends that came up. And the Whole thing was explained when one lady said: 'Why, Billy Waters' mother tele­ graphed that he was sick and couldn't come." "And--and the telegram?" gasped Billy Dick. "Went to Billy Waters' mother-- An Outdoor Thanksgiving Dinner. in the house just the same as if you were going to get dinner--Turkeys, chickens, geese, ducks, anything, and cranberry sauce. The pumpkin and mince pies are already ripe on the pantry shelves. Then bring every­ thing here by 4 o'clock. We men will finish this house for the widow by that time, and we'll all eat our Thanksgiving dinner on the spot. It will be arouse warming Thanksgiving dinner a|d an old-fashioned barn-rais- Thanksgivlng day, and that means onr other plans are spoiled." Billy Dick hadn't thought of that, that certainly wasn't pleasant, for the expedition they had planned was to go down to Norfolk, for the father, who was in the navy, was unable to leave the yard to come home for the holiday. And such a cooking time as they had had. Capt. Morton had written that the food there was poor, and if they came down to bring some "frills," and it waa course it was all right It would not be polite to ask him who he was, and a Morton is always polite, you know. Probably it was great-uncle Howell, whofii he had seen years ago. Yes, it must be, thought Billy Dick, though he did not know that he lived in Rich­ mond. So the two went off together across the street and round the corner to a hotel. Billy Dick had never been in a ho­ tel before, and before he was half through supper he made up his mind that as soon as he was big enough he would persuade the family to come there--it was so nice to have hundreds of things to eat all written out so you might choose as many as you wanted. The two sat there, the very old man and the little boy having the best of times. Billy Dick told the new-found great-uncle all about home and Rosy Posy and Flopsy and Miss Elsie, who was his Sunday school teacher and his very best girl, and the fun he and Flopsy had last year earning their Christmas from Mr. Minders. And the old gentleman laughed and enjoyed the jokes, and in turn told Billy Dick what he did years and years ago when he was a boy. So the time passed away quickly, till word was brought to them that there had been a wreck on the road and that no train could run through to Norfolk that night. "But I must go," said Billy Dick. "My father is waiting for me. I'll give them a dollar if they can let me through." A dollar was a large sum to Billy Dick, and as It was all he had it was a valuable offer. The colored waiter showed his teeth pleasantlyi" "Sho\ dey ain' gwine lef eben de pres'dent troo," he said. "Sor­ ry, Bah." Billy Dick looked frightened. "But-- but," he said, "my father was to meet me and telegraph to mother that I got here all right, and mother'll be so worried. Ajpd father says it is coward­ ly to worryx a la^y." "Well, well, It is too bad," said the old gentleman. "Your father won't worry because he knows I am here, and we'll telegraph to your mother if you like." So Billy Dick ate the rest of the supper, convinced that a small boy couldn't do much to clear the railroad If they would not even do it for the president himself. After the ice cream wa£ finished, they went to the telegraph office and sent the telegram. "Can you give mother my love?" asked Billy Dick. The old gentleman chuckled and nodded. Then there was nothing else to do ut spend the night In Richmond with the new-found uncle, and such fun it was to stay at a hotel! Early in the morning Billy Dick and his great-uncle took the train for Norfolk, and soon the engine was puffing into the statfon. And--O, joy! tjj^re was Dad anx­ iously peering through the window for his boy. He had jumped on the train with your love in It," laughed the old gentleman. "She must have been sur­ prised to get it with her own Billy right at home!" Billy Dick's own mother was noti­ fied at once, and his "great uncle Howell" helped him and his father to eat the goodies she had packed in the bag. GAMES AFTER DINNER. After the thanksgiving dinner is eat­ en and everyone quits the dining room or parlor as the case may be, a dis­ quieting query is suggested to the h^ad of the family, "What shall w6 do to amuse the children?" Thanksgiving day is a holiday for the little ones, and when they have eaten their fill like older folk they grow convivial. If elders wish to sit around In a semi-comatose state it stands to reason they must prepare amusement for the little ones. No quiet, sitting-down games; no sentimental piano adagios, no intel­ lectual programs will do at all. It must be a genuine, rollicking carnival of merriment and fun> At the same time the games must be so simple and easily understood that the youngest children may join and thoroughly un­ derstand them. The game of "handkerchief bear" just fits this requirement, and is a good starter. "Bear" selects a spot on the carpet or rug, and In no case is he allowed to get out of his "cage." The children of all ages approach him and flirt their handkerchiefs at him Just beyond his reach. He tries with all his might and main'to catch some one, and in his eagerness sometimes be gets beyond the limit of his cage. In that case he must catch two chil­ dren or more--one for each offense. When he succeeds in catching his prey he roars and pretends to chew vora­ ciously and swallow. Then the prey --what is left of him--becomes "bear," and so the game goes on. The game pleases particularly the younger chil­ dren. Sometimes they make a cage of the bear by setting four chairs around him. Then they feed him through the openings in the chair backs. They of- ler him nice lumps of sugar, nuts and other sweetmeats. At flrst he is slow about seizing their sweets, yet all the while he is waiting not only to catch the sweets, but also to capture their hands. Then bear may devour his prey and growl to his heart's content over his meal, and prey becomes bear, and the fun goes on. Another excellent go-to-bed game- one that gives plenty of exercise--is go-to-bed hop. All form a ring or cir­ cle. Some one plays a lively air. One person is made leader, and begins by shaking the right hand in time with the music, then after a while the left hand ditto, then both hands, then hop upon the right foot, then upon the left, then upon both feet around the circle to right, then ditto left, then a last hop away to bed. The leader may prolong or diminish the time c<f each movement, making the exercise more or less fatiguing. THE TKST OF TIME. Mr*. Clara J. Sherbourne, proffc* sional nurse, of 257 Cumberland street, Portland, Maine, says: "I heartily wish those who anffv from some disturbed action of the ktfr neys would try Doan's Kidney Pilla. They would, like me, be more than surprised. My back annoyed me for years. Physicians who diagnosed my case said it arose from my kidneys. When the grip was epidemic I waa worn out with constant nursing, and' when I contracted it myself it left me in a very serious condition. I could not straighten nor do the most trivial j act without being In torture. 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