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MISS TRUDY'S REASONS By HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOPFORD. Author of "A Lost Identity,” "A Dying Nerve,” Etc. [Copyrighted, 1887, by the Author.] The long wire of the door-bell was still vibrating when Miss Trudy, a woman of quick motions, shut the front door to which (-lie had been summoned by a Thunksgiving beggar, having run there at once, with a pie out of the batch she always baked to give away on Thanksgivings. She did not know who the person was, but the person evidently knew her, and said, “Thank you, Miss Trudy. This pie gives both of us rea son for thanksgiving; me that I’ve get it; you that you can give it.” “Humph,” said Miss Trudy, “if I hadn’t any better reason than that for thanksgiv ing I shouldn’t say much about it.” And then she went back to her pretty little sit ting room, its blazing fire, and rugs and rocking chair, its peacock feathers and fruits, and the great fragrant lemon tree that she had raised herself from a seed. She sat down before the fire and turned back the skirt of her gown over her knees, show ing, had there been any one to see, a foot still delicate and pretty as when Geoffrey Masters used to pull on its overshoe —dear, dear, how many years ago! “Yes,” said Miss Trudy to herself, “I should say I had some better reasons for Thanksgiving than just that I can give away squash and mince pies, though that’s a good deal. I’ve reason to tliank the Lord for a whole procession of blessings. Yes: and the first and cheapest of them all is that I’m a single woman and my own master! I tan turn round without anybody’s leave, and there’s'no man here cluttering up. If that isn't a blessing, what is ? And then there’s this boyjse. It’s mine. .Aunt Gertrude left me a trifle of money for my name, and I put it out at interest, and in twenty years it bought me this house, this garden, this little orchard of peach and pear and plum and apple trees, this pasture, this cow, and this grape vine. And I’ve got what I had before to live on, and a little for the poor. I couldn’t have done that if I’d mar ried. Yes; I used to think it hard times when Geoffrey Masters led me such a dance making my heart beat so I was afraid hfe'd see it, and then going away the Lord knows where, without a word when I’d all but made up my mind to marry him. But I’m sure it was a merciful escape. Yes, those were cruel days—don’t tell me about old ■fool! There’s no fool like a young fool! And that man made me suffer once. Yes, he did. It gives me a sinking now to re member the nights I used to watch for him and he didn’t come. 1 never could bear to look at the stare on a clear winter's night since ! Humph—yes—well we do outgrow things, if we live long enough, and that’s a reason for thanksgiving. I’m sure. Yes, I’m an old maid, and I’m thank ful for it. I’ve often said I wouldn’t marry the best man living; I wouldn’t marry the Pope of Rome himself, if he was to ask me. I’m my own property, and everything about me is my own, and I can give away a dol lar without asking. Jane can’t. Look at Jane, she can’t say her soul’s her own. And yet when she was at home she used to rule all the rest of us children with a rod of iron. And now she says to Jaired, ‘Dear, I think I’ll go down town to-day if you’ll let me have the] horse 1’ And he says:‘Can’t have the horse. What you want down town? Always gadding. Place for a woman’s home—enough to do at home —stay at home!’ And she’s staid at homo till every thing’s so blue she can’t see it. People thought Jane was doing great things when she married Jaired—splendid farm, wood lots, bank stock, a horse and chaise, and a herd of Jerseys—and she’s never had a cent to spend from that day to this, for he took what belonged to her and locked it up with his for the children: I don't sup jiose she could get it if she made a row; but nobody wants hot water all the time: and she wears a calico, and I wear alpaca, and I don’t know the day she’s had anew bonnet. She says, ‘Jaired, can you let me have a lit tle money? I’m really in need, really in need of some things, and— ’ And he says, ‘Should think you thought I was made of money. No, I can’t. You’re always in need of some things.’ And so she is. And he says, ‘lf I gave you money every time you asked for it, we'd be in the poor house. There ain’t the woman living can be trusted with a cent any more than a ballot, and the law puts them there along with old men and idiots.’ And she says. But, Jaired, my feet are most through to the ground. You don’t want your wife to go barefoot.’ Says he. ‘They ain’t quite through, are they? Well then, wait till they are” And she says: ‘I really can’t go to conference—or meeting—or county fair—or whatever— with ut I have anew bonnet. It really isn’t respectable.’ And he says: ‘Stay at home, then.’ And she does. And she says: ‘I do wish 1 had a soft backed rocking chair like Trudy’s; this one does hurt my bones so.’ And he savs: ‘You’re always wishing. If wishes were horses beggars might ride. This rocking chair was good enough for my mother, and I guess it's good enough for you!’ Lor’ sakes, if I had such a husband as that I’d get up in the night and filch change out of his pockets. And then I should be a thief, and I shouldn’t like to be a thief. But that’s what a mean husband makes of a woman. And there’s another reason for thanksgiving; I ought by rights to get down on my knees and thank the Lord I haven’t got such a husband as Jane has. And look at Essie. Just the sweetest, softest-hearted girl that ever lived, apd she’s never had any children of her own except the little girl that died, and she’s longed for them and her arms have ached for them, and she’d give half her life for another —though that’s not saying much, for she don’t value her life a straw —and she’s married to Harry Farns worth. And his sister, a widow with one child—a little angel out of heaven, if ever there was one—came home one day and died. And there was the boy; and Harry couldn’t afford to board him out, and so Essie had to take care of him. And she did. And she grew to love him so that her whole soul was bound up in him. And Harry hated that boy’s father, and instead pf loving the child, used to be all the time looking for the father’s traits in him. And then he began to get jealous of the child; not that he loved Essie so much—he never loved anybody but him self. And the more he saw Essie cared for the child, the more he let it be seen he didn’t care for him. He didn’t strike him —oh no, Harry Farnsworth didn’t strike him, but his every look and word were blows for the sensitive little creature. He never praised the poor dear for anything he did, let him try evef so hard to please him, he never smoothed his hair or patted his cheek, or gave him a kind word or any other word; sometimes he’d look at him with his big eyes so like a wolf that the boy would have to run crying out of the room, and then he'd sneer at him for a bawl baby; because tho boy loved birds and fl iwers and all out-doors, he called him a girl-baby; and because he was delicate, and a little thing made him feverish, ho called himA humbug. But oh, how dear the child was to Essie, how she loved him! She would sit with her arms round him in the twilight when Harry was off driving his fast horses or doing nobody knows what, and feel the child’s dear little head on her heart, and Jay her cheek on his aud love him so, or lie down beside him at night and feel his arms round her neck, and his dear breath on her face, and his soft, sweet kisses and it was a joy and a comfort to her — Harry taking his pleasure somewhere else — and all the joy and comfort she had any way. And she would feel she could endure the one as long as she had the other, though nv child, if he was one of the angels Will make up to a wife for her husband’s neglect of her. Aud she used to look forward to the child’s growing up, and growing into all she w anted him to be, and her having him and his love when she was old—and it was about all she had to look forward to, and goodness knows she hasn't much to look hackwork on. for her whole married life before that baby came had been just a slavery to his folks—the old father and mother who gave him the place if he’d take care of them, and they saw to it that he did, and that she did too; they just walked right over her, and sat down on her, and she was soft enough to cry when they died. And this was the thanks she got for all her slavery—there came along a man from the West, wanting to adopt a boy, and Harry didn’t know a thing about the man ; he might want to bring the boy np to be a pirate, for all be could say. And he just gave the boy to that man out and out; and Essie begged and pleaded and ar gued and cried and went to bed sick, sick with the child’s crying as well as her own. ’Twas no use. The child belonged to him; and he gave him to that man, and a condi tion the man made was that the child should never see or hear of the Farnsworths again. And he took him off; and Essie doesn't even know his name to-day, and she’ll never see the child again, and she almost went mad. And she’s a poor, thin shadow, without a joy in life —she doesn’t seem to care for any thing—she doesn’t even oare enough to re proach Harry Farnsworth. But I’m not the suffering saint she is. I re proached him. ‘Children are noisy in the house, are they?’ says I. ‘And you want peace. You make a desert and you call it peace!’ says I. ‘lt would’nt lie peace long with you in it, you vixen!’ says he. ‘AH the same, you wanted me in it badly enough once!’ says I. And so he did. And there’s another thing, I’m sure! I’m sure it’s a reason for thanksgiving, if ever there was one, that I didn’t marry Harry Farnsworth. I guess I’d have strangled him. I couldn’t despise him any more than I do! Humph—yes, well —Harry Fanis worth 1 And then there’s my other sister, —Louisa. How she did set her heart on Larry Woilman 1 And I didn’t wonder. He was the most engaging fellow. And hand some, too, handsome as an archangel,—his great blue eyes full of heavenly light, and his yellow hair in masses, and his face as if it was cut out of marble; and when I looked at him I always thought of the morning star. And people said lie was going to be anything he chose, minister. Senator, President. And he had a little some thing ; and they got married. And she was in this world or the next. And so was he. And the lirst thing she knew he came home one night and went to bed with his boots on. And she’s never had a day’s peace from that hour to this. And he’s never come to anything; and they live from hand to mouth any way they can. She never knows how he’s coming home, drunk or sober, and she never dares to go anywhere with him, she’s so sure of being shamed out of her life by his getting so’s to be foolish; and she never daces to have any company because she couldn’t endure their seeing him and scorn ing him, she trying to keep secret what all the world knows. And she sits up for him nights, thinking this is his step and that is his step, in despair when it isn’t his step, and in worse despair when at last it is; running to the window, and running to the door, holding her breath to listen, and her pulse fluttering and stopping and racing on again enough to give her heart disease, sick with disgust when he does come and wishing she could die, and loving him so she can't bear the thought of going and leaving him —her life just one long pang of fear and shame. Yes—well—l shan’t have to go far to find another reason for thanksgiving in the fact that Larry Wellman isn’t my husband! Three brothers-in-law, and not a decent one among them. I don’t know as that is much reason for thanksgiving, to be sure; but perhaps they’re as "good as the general run. The way mothers bring up their boys, flattering their vanity and pam pering their selfishness, and making the girls wait on them by inches, would spoil the Cherubim and Seraphim if they were boys. I must say I think the world would be a great deal better off if there wasn’t a man in it! I’ve no use for them. They’re animals, they’re tyrants, they’re animated appetites, t'hegood onas, if there are any, are too self-righteous to live, and the bad ones are too iniquitous to be allowed to die! What a woman wants to marry for who’s got enough to live on without marry ing, passes me. She can’t go anywhere, she can’t do anything, she can’t give away, she can’t invite home, she can’t draw an inde pendent breath. She is a cipher, a nonen tity; she hasn’t a right to herself or her children, or her labor or her property. Marry? And what in the world for? To lose her freedom, to give herself a master, to make herself a slave. Humph—yes —well —if I thank the Lord more for one thing than another, it’s that I’m a single woman and going to remain so! There goes that bell again, and there’s only one more pie left be sides the minister’s.” And Miss Trudy ran into the pnntry and seized the pie, and hur rying to the door opened it and thrust out tlie pie into the night, crying: “There! It’s the last one! Take it!” “I don’t want your pie, Trudy,” said a deep voice from the darkness, and a hand laid hold of her own as she started back, and a stalwart form came into the beam of light, and mounted the step, and entered the door and closed it behind them. “1 don’t want your pie, Trudy, I want you.” “Geoffrey! Geoffrey Masters?” she cried in a fainting voice, and caught his arm for support an instant. “I—l didn’t know you —I didn’t expect.” “No,” he said, “I don’t believe you did. Nobody did. I didn’t myself. I didn’t sup poso-myself I’d ever see you again.” And ho led her in and seated her in the chair she had just left, and took another opposite, himself. • “Where did you come from, Geoffrey?” stammered Miss Trudy, when she could speak. “Nowhere,” said Geoffrey. “And where are you going?’ she resumed, after a little. “Nowhere,” he replied again. “The fact is, Trudy," he said present’v, after wanning his hands at the blaze, and quite as if they had parted yesterday, “I haven’t been very lucky. I went away in pursuit of pastime. I haven’t caught up with her yet. lam back after twenty-five years of it, tired out, without a dollar in my pocket, or atiy clothes but these I stand in. And I looked at the old house that had strangers in it, and I looked at the old graves that held all my people, and I weren’t going to become a tramp, and there was nothing left for me but the river out here. And I saw this light, and I came this way, I didn’t know why; and I looked in the window and saw you. You haven’t changed much in these twenty-five years, Trudy. I’d have known you anywhere. The same old rose in your cheek, the same soft fire in your eye. I’ve been looking at you this last hour, and it’s all been rushing over me, the things I’d half forgotten—the old evenings under the stars, the old days upon the river. What a cursed fool I was to go after for tune and leave you 1” “Well,” said Miss Trudy, net without some hesitation, “well, you ve come back.” “Yes, I’ve come back” And there was another brief silence. “G off,” said Miss Trudy then, “what sort of life have you led since you’ve been gone?’ “About the average. Nothing much amiss. Nothing at all to my credit?’ “Have you married?’ “No. There was always just enough re membrance of you to hinder.” “How’s your temper?’ “Same as ever.” “Easy go lucky.” “Perhaps so.” "You always was a spendthrift,” said Miss Trudy. “When I had money tc spend, may lie.” "Not likely to lie now then," said Miss Trudy, half to herself. “However, one Jaired in a family’s enough and U> scare. I suppose,” she added presently, "that you’ve had so much roaming, you’d be glad to stay at borne?” “Glad!” with a tone that somehow found her heart. “And you don’t care for fast horses and their companions?’ “Don’t know whether I {Jq Of not. Never drove one. Fancy I like a boat, best.” THE MORNING NEWS: THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1887. “Yes. One Harry Farnsworth are too many in a family. And then there was another silence. “Do you drink?” said she, gazing steadily into the fire. “About as much as you do, I supiKise. 1 like brandy in my mince pies, though. ” Aud then hero came a laugh into his eyes, and ho leaned forward and tilted up her chin. “Look at me, Trudy,” said he. “Do you mean to take me, after all?” “I don’t know but 1 do, Geoff” said she. “I guess I should do as veil as the others have done, if I did. And —my goodness, there’s the minister! I’d most forgotten. He always comes for his chickens and tarts the night before Thanksgiving.” “Then take me now,” said Geoff. “I’ve got noth ing. I’m nobody. But we might be happy yet.” “With a sort of afternoon liappiuess,” said Miss Trudy, swallow ing a sob. “We can go down hill together—here’s my purse. Quick! You’ll have to pay the minister.” And then there was a bustling noise of welcome, as the minister and his wife came in for their customary basket-full, and an outcry of surprise and question, and a few solemn moments of low spoken words, and another bustling, noise of adiex, and Mrs. Trudy stepiied outdoors after the minister and his wife a moment to look at the stare in the clear wintry sky. “If you’d just as lief call into Jane’s' or Louisa’s as you go by,” exclaimed Mrs. Trudy after the depart ing pair, “and say you guessed I done about as well as the otiiers, after all?” Aud then Geoff drew her in, aud shut and bolted tho door. “Do you know,” remarked Mrs. Trudy, looking up from her knitting, as she sat by her husband’s side a little later, and after he had put fresh coal upon the fire. —“Do you know, I somehow feel as If I were 20 years old again, Geoff, aud you were 22. We’ve got a great deal to be thankful for, haven’t we ? To-morrow’s Thanksgiving day—did yon know it ? Humph—well—yes—l don’t see as I’ve got a better reason for thanks giving, then that you’ve come home, Geoff, aud I’ve married you!” THANKSGIVING. From the Brooklyn Eagle, We look to the hills for rest; For strength we turn to the sea; For the. boon of these, and fair bequest Of teeming lands to the seaways, we With joy give thanks. Best thanks for the favor is The fullest use of the gift: And pleasure expressed is seng of praise, And praise is a prayer whereby we lift Unceasing thanks. Now at time of the feast, And of bursting granaries, Now sound of scythe on the grass has ceased, And reapers rest, with a smile of ease, t)o we give thanks. Not now at the feast, alone. But ever, from June till June. While the harvest is budded and blown. By the glad thought of the heart In tunc, Do we give thanks. By full deep pleasure one has, And so by the sweet, swift joy. At light or color and bloom of grass, Or the touch of winds, unceasingly Do we give thanks. For suns that mellow the fruit: For strong, clean winds and the snowtl Like a fold of fleece upon the root Of the oak, and the root of the rose, Do we givtt thanks. For dews and for warm, soft rains, That infuse new blood in the wood, For the herb and vine that flushed the lanes. Through waving fields at the summer's flood, Do we give thanks. For thrill on the line of nerves, That leap in a quick response To music's touch, and the thrill that serves As the soul's applause to eloquence, Do we give thanks. For strength of the firm, lithe limbs, And wealth of body and long Deep reach of thought, and hope that skims Like a bird, our heaven for light, with song, Do we give thanks. For subtle force of the brain’s Keen power, and the Are thereof; For the jubilant blood in our veins, That leaps and bounds, when life is enough. Do we give thanks. By vigor of brain and thought, By reach of the sympathies. By much well doing and pleasure wrought By color of fields and flow of seas, Do we give thanks. —Jennie Maxwell Paine. Elopement in English High Life. From the Birmingham Post, Nov. 2. A romantic elopement has just occurred in connection witn one of the oldest aristo cratic families in the kingdom. The chief actor is a high-spirited youth, whose age is given as not more than 17, and who is the only son and heir of one of the county families of East Worcestershire, and whose name occurs in Domesday Book. The father of the youth is a retired Captain of dra goons, and his mother is of a distinguished Scotch family, a member of which, for his services in tlie Indian mutiny, was raised to the House of Peers. Three months ago the young heir was introduced, at the close of a boating excursion, by the private secretary of his father, to a barmaid, aged be tween 21 and 22, at a wine and spirit vault in Stourbridge, whom the Secretary pro nounced “tho prettiest girl in England.” It was an affair of “love at first sight,” and the young fellow declared he would never mar’ryanyone else. A friendshinsprangup, aud family entreaties and threats were alike in vain. The young man declared that if his wishes were thwarted he would end his life with a revolver. At this time he was on a vacation from his college at Cirencester. The family communicated with the detective police of Birmingham, and for weeks past private detectives have watched the barmaid’s movements almost night and day. She is the daughter of a poulterer living in Wolverhamp ton. Detectives, solicitors, and clergymen have also visited the girl’s home, on behalf of the family, to try to obtain information of the heir’s where abouts, for it was discovered that he had run away from college. Very little informa tion was, however, forthcoming, and, though one interview was secured at the hotel between the young man and his mother, the only result was his declaration that if he were taken by force he would be taken home on a stretcher. Authentic news was received on Sunday that the couple had eloped, aud had been married at, it is be lieved, a country church near Liverpool. The bride has herself communicated the information, and has asked for forgiveness. The voung heir’s family are naturally greatly |coneeraed. The young fellow has, during the latter part of the pro ceedings, backed up his independence by putting forward “his solicitor” when it has been threatened by his family. An attempt to secure a s])ecial license only a few days before the successful elopement was frus trated by the Registrar happening to possess private information of how the matter stood. In his second attempt, how ever. be seems to have been more fortunate. Homedouhtot present exists whether the ceremdhy took place at a Registrar’s office or at a church. Tho elopement is being much discussed in hunting circles, the heir's family being accustomed frequently to figure at meets. Don't if you're wise Credit plausible lies With BOZODONT comparing some cheap arti cle. No dentifrice that's sold Spite of protestations bold Of resemblance has to It the smallest particle. Advice to Motnera. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup should always be used when childi >a are cutting teeth. It relieves the little suffer at once; it produces natural, quiet sleep by relieving the Qjjld from pain and the little cherub awakes as “bright as a button.” It is very pleasant to taste. 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However attractive and immense our previous season’s stock in Millinery has been, this season we excel all our previous selections. Every manufacturer and importer of note in the markets of the world is represented in the array, and display of Millinery goods. YVe are showing llats in the finest Hatter’s Plush, Beaver, Felt, Straw and Fancy Combinations. Ribbons in Glacee, of all the novel shades. Fancy Birds and Wings, Velvets and Plushes of our own im portation, and we now offer you the advantages of our im mense stock We continue the retail sale on our first floor at wholesale prices. We also continue to sell our Celebrated XXX Ribbons at previous prices. • TO-DAY, 500 dozen Felt Hats, in all the new shapes and colors, at 35 cents. I MS MAMMOTH MILLINERV HOBS BROUGHTON STREET. CLOTHING. FULL DRESS A Few of Our Specialties, with General Reference to Our Capabilities as COMPLETE OUTFIT TERS for the Male Sex. FULL DRESS SUITS. WHITE VESTS (low-cut) for Evening Dress or Special Occasions. GENTS’ SMOKING JACKETS. The Famous JAEGER SYSTEM OF SANITARY -l UNDERWEAR For Gents £ and Ladies. Full Line ** of Sizes. Second li Importation. Full Line of the Always Popular PRINCE ALBERT SUITS. Gents’, Youths’ and Boys’ DRESS and BUSINESS SUITS. OVERCOATS. CHILDREN’S SUITS. CHILDREN’S KILTS. Popular Styles in HATS. GENTS’ BATHING GOWNS. Immense Assortment of FINE, FANCY and PLAIN UNDER WEAR, NECKWEAR, GLOVES, COLLARS, CUFFS, HOSIERY. LARGEST AND COMPLETES! STOCK. GREATEST VARIETY. LOWEST PRICES 161 Congress Street. B. H. LEVY & BUG. MENKEN £ ABRAHAMS, 158 BROUGHTON STREET, if IN"©■'w - and. TTaslAioirLafbl© CLOTHING! IN' eclferw^ea-:r, SUzLxnrtiS, XT xxci©T?^7w-eax', TTxrLlDz?©llLas, IFLtxldL>©j7 Coats. Latest styles in HATS, best $1 SHIRT in the city. Suits made to order. Satisfaction guaranteed. PARTIES in the COUNTRY can havo goods expressed C. 0. D. free of charge, with privilege of returning if not suited. MENKEN & ABRAHAMS. NEW YORK OFFICE, * (150 Broadway. * KUKMTI RII, MATTING, KTC.~" Special Inducements Furniture and Carpets. Your attention i* called to a lot of medium-priced WALNUT BEDROOM SUITS now offered at a very reduced price to close them out; also, a few ASH COTTAGE SUITS will be sold below cost. Now is jour chance to furnish spare rooms. Just received a line of FANCY PLUSH ami LEATHER CHAIRS. They are beauties, come and see them, and at the same time look at those New and Handsome Bedroom and Parlor Sets! AN UNUSUAL FINE AND LARGE ASSORTMENT. Bargains in Camels, Rags, Matting, Oil Clotl, Etc. Remnants of CARPETS at a sacriltro. ACCOMMODATING TERMS. EMIL A. SCHWARZ. CARPETS! CARPETS! CARPETS! Now is the time for Bargains in Carpets. A fine selection of Cotton Chains, Union’s Extra Supers, All Wool, Two and Three-Plys, Tapestries and Body Brus sels just arrived. Our line of Furniture is complete in all its departments. Just received, a carload of Cooking and Heating Stoves. So call on us for Bargains. We don’t in tend to be undersold, for cash or on easy terms. TEEPLE & CO. LITHOGRAPHY. • a THE LARGEST LITHOGRAPHIC ESTABLISHMENT IN THE SOUTH. THE Morning News Steam Printing House SAVANNAH. GEORGIA. THIS WELL KNOWN ESTABLISHMENT HAS A Lithographing and Engraving Department which is complete within itself, and the largest concern of the kind in the South. It is thoroughly equipped, having five presses, and all the latest mechanical appliances in the art, the best of artists and the most skillful lithog raphers, all under the management of an experienced superintendent. It also has the advantage of being a part of a well equipped printing and binding house, provided with every thing necessary to handle orders promptly, carefully and economically. Corporations, manufacturers, banks and bankers, mer chants and other business men who are about placing orders, are solicited to give this house an opportunity to figure on their wont. When orders are of sufficient mag nitude to warrant it, a special agent will be sent to make estimates. J. H. EST ILL. 5