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It was all oin account : of I tie Widow
During the lifetime of her lord and
master Mrs. Anmeoy was nothing but
an atom flurrying arouind on the edge
of.the social whirlwind, but, as a wid
ow with a tidy hit of mnlley left her
by the lamented delal ted-that was
another matter. Then. the storm (e:n
ter sought to draw her in and squeeze
the money out of her. HIting a wise
woman. she resisted the piressuire and
invested her windfall in a little cot
tage, which possessed three rooms be
low and two more in the attic. This,
The Limb Bent Lower and Lower.
with even simple furnishings, took all
er avails and compelled her to look
round for the wherewith to satisfy
_e cravings and clamors of her phys- 1
"al nature, for she was a jolly and
eighty specimen of widowkind. As
e doctor frequently said of her:
'The widow Amesy is a good-sized
nk of a woman; ableI to take care
terself and stand on her rights."
t' sonic inscrutablte reason the
.w had set hers'-If up as the ,'haum
R hcl'. t v tw s 11no (ti etcl C ton -
n i thl' case oft I tl helplessti
or ('g. She wo Iuld rtul ' 111p a, ii
,t the featlh r. of a motherly
iunrdt!g he'r broed ytfrom hite at
of a ravenItlls htix k. iand tay
,jlunious hand. To thi sick and
.1 'she was ki(ndness per:-oni
:I her 1gent!l dispol sitiron co'ni
with her physical st rllgttl and
nowledge (of how to use it
:t her into constant demand as
ifl nurse. Everylhbody knew her,
led her and had reason to be
1 to her for services performed
o period or other, and was
to fight for her if the occasion
,d war on her behalf.
o was once a faint ibreath of
1. but the doctor dissipated it in
st startlingly vigorous manner,
ter that, neither it nor any
11-wind blew in her direction.
at woman isn't a saint, she's
or to being one." was his
when he told the story.
doniram Jimson was the in
in quest ion. A "'no'or do well,"
ok care of the w'idow's cow
lookedl after her chickens
s as a laplor of love. and to
e man.y of h1r little surrep
e s t kindnt'... in the shape
alked lll' an occasional
ell or a 1.:x::ri unt pio, tlhat
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: 1a i nitt ' o hi nt pa lllty.
1 .ll'.," -It ' II 1 al :ll dI
I 1 1 )!:," r 110 1 1)1;e l d(-C
lic( 'u",' l ,v hlo ll . ever !
to .t'e w h'I ,lce, thely (co le.
e |)peted, la(e on1 eveninlg,
Tlittsa' n s'-tartl ed after the
w' and calf tlhatl had bon
n enlt-' the' brush all dlay
un a ,',l ht).,! lp t i' t tly for
eu( way hnt.e It had boon
o i il?. ;r., fortý--'ig;ht hours,
hat t wallows \v('c' so saturatted
, .a , that it nmeant death to tall
twantr htiel hecause of the bot
or T 8 S sanils mnixed with mirey
ratl ii _ý
(cay, vh ttih irte'w their p11'c down into
tI, de. pths 'itihujilt h;Ip of extrication.
Naturally canr,-less and rei'ckl Is, Mr.
Jinms:n 1plungei, into a quagnire. and
%i hen he felt himself sinking, he
hviout(ld lof heili. Fo:tunately the
widow heard his cries and rushed to
'"What in the world are you doing in
there . Mr. . sinl ,n?" ?he inquired after
locating him 'n the semi darkness.
"The (tows. widow: I stua lrted after
them and forgot the slough in goin'
'"Wait, Mr. Jimson. and I will pull
you out," and she made as if she
would go in after him, but he quickly
"No, no, widow, for God's 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 utnder her breath: "I must do
it; there's no time to get help; be
Siides. nobo(dy ('can see mi."
l'hlie big lower limb of a sycamore
tree stl'retchd ouit over arlndi eyond
him. but ( ,( of his reach, and her
thlloulghtl was. that if she co( lh cn ohm
out11 L The limbnl, her weight would
ben1d it dotwn) s o) that he' c'uld seize
Lh il of it. and eith,'r idraw himsiis!f
on; or hold oni to it 10until . lie could
'(rlcIre other aid.
She climbed the tree and reached
the bIg liumb after enlcOtlltering inuimer
ous bruises and scratches. which, how
ever. she did not heed. T'lhen resting
a moment, she stretched her body out
along the branch and began to crawl
slowly toward .Jilllso11, 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
liiihb bent lower and lower still, until
.liumscn had a tiny branch in his grasp.
"Now. hiold on tight." the widow
commanded, "and keelp still. I am go
ing Iack. and when my weight is off
the limb it will spring up and pull you
S' ,:iying, she began to crawl back
ward cautiolnsly, lest a single slip
should throw her off her balance and
her efforts prove in vain. The broken,
jagged twigs and branches caught her
I dress and pierled her fliesh, but with
resistless force slite bore her whole
weight backward against them and
tlor herself free, reaching the trunk
ini safety, whence she dropped panting
to the ground.
I l .imson worked the sticky earth and
sand into the consistency of gruel, by
turning and twisting, until finally the
I downward suction ceased and the up'
ward spring of the tree branch began
to draw him op ani 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, I
drolpping from the limb to the groulnd,
broke his leg and fell unc.onscious.
When Iht rtecovered his sense.; he
was lying oni a toun(h in the widowis
little pa lor'. the' widow hr-vslt betnd
ing over hint with a t2iV\ I ii st :eatluing
tea which she n'n.1, nint drink.
"I nmust e, -'tcnite witdow." said Jim
son trniin. to stand iep and walk. but
falli':e to the floc;r. groaning with
nain. Lifting him n ack upon the
couch. the widow bade him lie still
while she wenit for the doctor.
"lI-m u., a very Icad case," re
mart-ed the doctor after anl examlina
tion of the fractured member.
'Crushlcl. twisted and broken. H-ow
did it happin?"
When ict l in possession (of the facts,
the doctor lurst out into a roar of
laughter. "What a sight: What a
sight:" he exclaimed as soon as he
recoveired his breath.
"What (Ido you mean?" demanded the
widow, bridling up.
"Why. ymor crawling out on that
limb and crawfishing back again." The
imaginative doctor again broke out
into a fit of laughter, which was sud
denly checel;ed by a sound box on the
ear ainlinistered iby the angry wom
"You're here to fix this poor man's
leg, not to insult a woman:" she
snaplped out with fire in her eyes.
"Widow, I beg your pardon," said
the doctor hitumbily as he turned to his
"It will be six weeks before he can
crawl about on crutches, and two
months before he can attempt to
walk." was the fiat when the up.ra
tion had been cnnr_-c·lt t.
"Six workls? Two months?"
grctPnet: timson. "L,'me go home. I
must go home," and he attempted to
rise. comlpelling the doctor to hold
him down en his back.
"But the cow. widow. I must git the
cow." said he plaintively.
"Never mind tlhe' cow. Ir. Jimson,"
said the widow; lot it go to tHalifax.
ly You've got to lie still for six weeks or
two months. I'll take care (:f you."
go And sli did ta:ke carte of him, pull
of ing himn through until he was able to
ly Not long afterward, about ten days
ye before Thanksgivicng day, the widow's
ot little house was liburned to the ground,
en all she hal.l in the worl.l being con
lo sulmed with it. \\'lhen the biuclket bri
ie- gade finished fighting the fiery demon,
t.he latter had thc best of it -there was
re nothing left but the wittdow-yes, there
ad was the hencooplc, but that was not a
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TokCaeof9lmUti e oldWl
fit habitation for her, although she
thought she might fix 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 you an
other house," said he with a deter
mination that overcame her resistance.
"D'ye thinlk we're g.ing to let you uive
in a hencoop?" t
At a town meeting. called for the
purpose, it was resolved to ha\.v the I
widow's house rebuilt riead, Lor occ'u
pation oI Thanksgiving day. Some t1
tiurnisihd mnoney, othI 'rs contributed c
materials, and othri's still voluuteered 1
to do the work.
There were delays and setbacks, d
however, as is usual whenever any
work is promised at a certain, fixed T
time, so that when Thanksgiving
morning arrived the pIroblem of com- I
pleting the job became knotty, but
having been promised and ulndertaken,
it had to be tinished. lly hard think
ing 'Squire Hlobbs conceived the idea,
and to carry it into effect, he sum
moined his fellow townsmen and laid
the matter before them.
"You women folks." said he by way
of consulltinlg them. "yoiu women folks
go honme and cook up what you've got
in the house .juint the same, as if you
were going to get dinner--Turkeys,
chicIens, geese, ducks, anythingl and
cranberry sauce. The pIumipkin and
mince pies are already ripei on the
pantry shelves. Then bring every
thing hero by 4 o'clock. VWe 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 a house warming Thanksgiving
dinner and an old-fashioned harn-rais
ing combined. There'll be board ta
bles laid outside for those who can't
get inside the honuse. You boys and
girls, get all the boxes and barrels
you can find-there's a lot of cord
I wood in my back yard that won't be
missed-and if we doni't finish eating
by dark, we'll have bonfires to see by
and warm up up. Wi'lr.w, you just sit
or stand arouind and boss things, it
being your hutte. No reuiarks, please!
The house was on hand at the hour
named, so were the women and the
I combined Thanksgivin ding diiners.
a Of course, the house was not big
[ enough to accommodate all the merry
crowd that wanted to get into it, but
a those who could not squeeze in gath
ered around it as close as they could
to eat and hear the spteecihes of the no
. tables, who practiced oratory until
r toe small boys notified them that the
fuel had given out. Then they all
I- went home tired, but full and happy.
o Was the widow happy? Not a bit
more than the others.
1 BILLY'S THANKSGIVING UNCLE.
"Thanksgiving'; comning again, Flop
a, sy," said Billy DIick. "But I forgot.
is you don't know Thanksgiving, do you?
"e You were only the ragman's dog then.
a You ought to have been here-why, do
you know what 1 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-Jiminy
Ann! What do you suppose is the
Flopsy's tail 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 sa. was the awas meusemg
waving a telegram.
"For me?" asked Billy expectantly.
"Nalw!" rired the boy. "it's fer yer
mother. Sign fer it."
lilly Dick laboriously signed his full
name on the blank, andt he and Flopsy
ran in with the teleg'ram. Mrs. Mlir
ton was busy in the dinling Irotnl car (i
fully packiing a valise with Thanksgiv
ing goodies, pies and cake and Jellies.
"'A telegraml. mother," cried Billy
Dick. "for you."
"'Oh. Iilly Dick!" was all she could
say. for telegramtis came so seldom that
they always frightcned her.
"It's--it's probably from Mrs. Walk
er." suggeste't Billy I)ick in his reas
suring naiinne. "Open it and see."
"Mrs. Walkerd is n Turkey." laughed
Mrs. Norton at his conmfort.
lilly DIickl tore ihe envelope open
and Mrs. Morton read the t(elegram
"On way East. Arrive Thanksgiv
ing 1t) a. ni. "John and 1o e.'tihly."
"'Gootlatess! crietd hilly Dick.
Uncle Jack and Aunt I) ,t to visit us!"
and he ctapoeredt ar'ilnd the table.
"'Yes. it is nit o.' said Mrs. Morton.
"but. Billy Irick. they're to arrive
Thank siv'ihg tday. and that means our
other nl:Is are spoi'led."
H-lilly I1iekl hadn't Ithought of that.
that cer'tainly wasn'lt pleasant. eor the
Sexel'litiiio they hadl planntedwtl was to go
Idown to Norfolk, for the father, who
was in the navy, was unable to leave
th" yard to, come home forl the holiday.
And stuh a cookling time as they had
hadl. ('apt. -Meti ii had written that the
food thetmc was po'r. and if they came
down to tbring somni "frills." and it was
the "frills" that Mrs. Morton was now
paclting in the bag.
"And- it busts our plans?" echoed
Billy rhic.k. "O lmotheri"
"We' n must stay at homne. Billy 1)ick,
and disallppoint your lather, too." Mrs.
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Morton's sweet voice was trembling. b
Billy Dick could not stand it--he and tl
Flopsy had to go out on the piazza to w
think it over.
"O, Flopsy, Flopsy," said Billy Dick, a
burying his head in Flopsy's ears. "I'm 1
glad you don't know what Thanksgiv- P
ing is like, and a visit to pops at the
yard, for you can't (he disappointed. I is
feel--.diliny Ann. there's something h
the matter with my eyes, and I've got 1)
a kind o a pain somewhlere in my it
stonitch. I guess. ~t.1and---
ltie dlei' orii ig.nend a;!nl Ar'S. Morton h
came briskly cut. I" have it, Billy v
Dick. I hative ntithi'r plan. \'e mustn't
ldisappoiti: youllr tatllhl entirely. You c
and ih( - goodit' shta!ll go to Norfolk.
while Ilc,: y l'ousy a l I stay at home J
and l r ceiive lnc.lcbl k iand(l Aunt Dot. L
C(o hl qui,1 go alllnllt"'
Billy D)ick h'etan to grow tall. lie
felt on a level wiith his pretty moth
er's shoulllder as le lanswlered:
"W'ihy. of course. That would be
jolly, excopt for youn and Rosy Posy."
So Hilly Dick started that atternoon,
with a dollar in his pocket, and his I
ticket carefully stowed away in an in
side pocket. It was a three hours'
journey, and he had to change cars
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, 1 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
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,
whom he had seen years ago. Yes, it
must ibe. thlought Billy DI)ck, though he
did not know that he lived in Rich
So the two went off toget.her across
the street and round the corner to a
Billy Dick had never been in a ho
1 tel before, and tefore he was half
I through supper he made up his mind I
r that as soon as he was big cnourgh he
f would persuade the family to come
F there-it was so nice to have hlundreds
8 of things to eat all written out so
you mig'* choose as many as you
The two sat th :'ry old man
e and the little boy /-, the best of
y thnes. Billy Dick t e new-found
it great-uncle all abou . e and Rosy
ire goods at
See sa Flopey and Miss ,iels, w .b '.
was his Sunday school teacher saAd hi
very best girl, and the fan he end
Flopsy had last year earning thei "
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 e;:uld run through to
Norfolk that night.
"But I must go." said Billy Dicl.
"My father is waiting for me. I'll
give them a dollar if they can let me
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
plcnialntly. "Sho'. dey aln' gwine let
,-ben de pres'dent troo," he said. "Sor*
Hilly 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. And father says it is coward
ly to worry a lady."
"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 it
So llly Dick ate the rest of the
riuppe'r. convinced that a small boy
couldn't do much to clear the railroad'
it they would not even do it for the
After the ice c(ream was finished,
they went to the telegraph office and
sent the telegram.
"Can you give mother my love?"
I asked Billy l)ick.
The old gentleman chuckled and
Then there was nothing else to de
but 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 fol
Norfolk, and soon the engine was
puffing into the station.
And-O. joy! there was Dad anix
iously peering through the window foN
his boy. lie had jumped on the train
,elfore it stopped and had Billy Dick
in his arms.
In fact. Iilly Tick 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, Hilly )Dick." said his father. "She
hans been almost worried to death
abOllt you when I coulld not telegraph
her that you had arrived."
"But great uncle lhowell telegraphed
--didn't you?" asked Billy Dick, turn.
ing to the old gentleman, who waA
greeting some friends.
"Who?" asked Capt. Morton.
"Why," began Billy Dick, and as he
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
"This is my father; don't you re
memlber him?" h" 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
"1 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 always been called that
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
a said: 'Why, Billy Waters' mother tele
graphed that he was sick and couldn't,
f "And-and the telegram?" gaspear
d Billy Dick.
e "Went to BiY.. Waters' mother
e with your love in it," laughed the old
s gentleman. "She must have been cur
0 prised to get it with her own Billy
u right at home!"
Billy Dick's own mother was noti
n fled at once, and his "great uncle
-f Howell" helped him and his father to
d eat the goodies she had packed in the