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THE PATTON COURIER
THE STORY
Returning to London, practl-
cally penniless, after an unsuc-
cessful business trip, Sir George
Sandison takes dinner with his
widowed stepmother, his old
nurse, “Aggy.” He did not ap-
prove of her marriage to his fa-
father, but her explanation sat-
isfiss him.
CHAPTER I—Continued
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' “Oh, not that from you, Sir Geor-
dle,” she cried, and then stretched
sut a timid, pudgy, capable hand
toward him. “Could we not be
griends, we two? There's a heap I
would like to speak to you about, and
Indeed there's nothing I wouldn't do
for you. You were my own wee laddie
when I took care of you.”
Sir George looked at her with an
smbarrassed air. “You make it hard
tor me, Lady—"
“Aggy to you,” declared Lady Sandl-
Jon promptly. “You called me that
when I was your nurse girl, and I'm
still wanting to look after you.”
“Aggy,” he began, after a moment's
hesitation.
The maid came in with the cloth
and began to set the table, and Sir
George watched somberly. What was
it in life that caught one and drew
one toward the very people one hoped
to avoid? He had come, only because
of the duty he owed his father’s
widow, to see her once and be done
with her forever—and he found he
had forgotten how much he liked
Aggy. It was preposterous, but it was
true. This was the woman he had
cursed many a day, many a night
and he was dining with her!
Lady Sandison hesitated a moment
when the maid left the room, and then
went resolutely to where she had
eaused the extra blankets and sheets
to be stored, and came back with a
bottle of wine.
He stopped her as she was about
to pour out a glass for him.
“No, Aggy, none for me, I'm too
hungry, and the old man’s horrible
example is still before my mind's eye.
I've been leaving that stuff alone.”
“The Lord be praised!” said Aggy,
and poured herself a generous glass.
“There's no need of wasting His mer-
cles, however. I can take it or leave
It, and it has no effect. But to see you
po discriminating is like an answer
to prayer.”
Sir George smiled and began his
soup, he hoped not too ravenously.
He had not dared take wine on So
empty a stomach.
“This good sense you are showing
will fit in well with a plan I have,”
continued Aggy as she took her soup
spoon in hand. “How are you oft?”
“Do you mean as to money?”
Lady Sandison nodded. “I do so.”
“I'm broke,” Sir George told her,
without emotion. “The Yucatan oil
gcheme was a failure, I came out
alive and without debt, but that’s all
I have,” he hesitated, then laughed,
and continued, “I have exactly seven-
and-six between me and the cold
world.”
“Michty!” exclaimed Lady Sandison.
The mald brought in the fish and
rarved it, during a profound silence.
When she had taken her way to the
elevator with the soup plates, Lady
gandison spoke:
“The estate is in an awful bad way.”
Sir George nodded. “I suppose 80.”
. “What he did with his money's past
finding out.” Then she looked at the
Joung man thoughtfully. “I've had
long talk with that lawyer body, Mr.
Gillespie, and he approves of what I
-have done. I've let the house.”
* Sir George stared.
“Subject to your approval, of couree,
por it’s yours, but I wasn't going to
Jet a chance like this slip by. Some
American folk that had more money
than I could count in a month of Sab-
paths. They wanted Sandisbrae and
wanted it that bad that they came up
to my price. They are highly recom-
mended. I could pay the servants off
with the first month's rent, and get
shem jobs with the new folk, and the
rent for the rest of the season put in
pank would settle up the debts, if you
agree.”
. wit sounds quite reasonable,” sald
Sir George, 8nd there was silence
again as the maid took the fish plates
and brought in the meat course,
It was roast beef with potatoes and
eabbage but it was the food of the
gods to hungry Sir George, who
tell upon it.
Lady Sandison, not having his ap-
petite, ate a little more slowly and
between bites studied her stepson.
«Seven and six is all you have?”
Sir George, his mouth full, nodded.
“Where’ll you sleep?’ asked the
practical Aggy.
*q haven't decided yet,” Sir George
Jooked at her with a smile. “But at
that I'm not ‘daunted’ as you used to
ayy, Asgy. I'l walk to Havilant’s
wp and ask—-"
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Lady Sandison. “His mother told me
that, over the telephone, this very day.
He was out at Mont Denys for the
week-end. I doubt she sent him there
when she heard you were coming back.”
Sir George looked somewhat dis-
composed.
“Why did you—"
“I didn’t,” said Lady Sandison, flush-
ing a little. She called me. It seems
she'd heard that I was here and you
were expected, and she telephoned me
and asked when you were coming.”
“She has heard of the collapse of
the oil business, I suppose?’
“] expect. She seemed to know
everything but the date of your ar-
rival, and I told her that myself and
sald that if Lord Archibald wanted to
see you he’d just have to walt, as you
had things concerning the estate to
settle before you were off to America.”
Sir George leaned back in his chair
and surveyed this extraordinary
woman,
wamerical Why on earth should I
go to America? Where did you get
that idea?”
“It popped into my head,” sald
Aggy. “Lady Havilant was so fear-
fully condescending like, and so feared
that you would look up Lord Archie
for a loan, that I jist minded myself
that the Sandisons were one of the
She Laid Her Other Hand on Top of
His—A Rare Caress From This Most
Reserved Person.
oldest baronetcies in the kingdom and
the Havilants but bare two hundred
years! So I wasn’t letting her try to
patronize Sir Steenie’s widow or his
son. I told her exactly what popped
into my head. Glad am I that I did,
for it kept burling round and round
there till it turned into as good a plan
as any I could think of. So if you
you nothing pressing to do the night,
Sir Geordie—"
He looked at her and smiled. “You
go too fast for me, Aggy. I have to
look for a place to sleep.”
“Then that's settled,” Lady Sandison
declared, but the look she gave him
implored him not to refuse her, “if
you'll remember that I'm your step-
mother and take a shakedown here at
my flat. You're that tall and I'm such
a shorty that I think you'll have to
take the bedroom, and I'll take the
sitting room couch.”
To refuse, with those b eyes,
generally so hard, fixed anxiOusly on
him was beyond Sir George. He tried
to. He protested, but finally found
himself saying: “I'll accept your hos-
pitality gladly, Lady Sandison.”
“Aggy.”
“Aggy, but I'm to have the couch.”
Lady Sandison for the first time that
evening actually smiled. *I doubt it,”
she said. “I doubt you can double up
that small, but we'll leave that until
the time comes. At present, while
the lass is clearing, we'll have the
coffee and cigarettes in the sitting
room, and I'll tell you this America
plan.”
“Yes,” agreed Sir George, but he set
his handsome jaw. Aggy was quite
all right and a splendid manager. She
had always been that, but she was
not going to manage him into going
to America.
Aggy saw the set jaw and began
calmly: “You'll have mind when you
were a wee bit laddle, I was used to
tell you stories of my brother, Robert,
in America?”
Sir George, absorbed in lighting his
cigarette, nodded.
“He's still there, and he's a big man
in his way.”
“What is his way?
“Some kind of contracting business.
Putting up weirs and grand public
buildings, bridges and they awful sky-
scrapers that crowd streets over there.”
Sir George nodded to signify his
comprehension.
“He's by way of being something
awful well off.”
Sir George's eyes opened.
Aggy nodded solemnly. “Him and
me's been at outs for many & long
year on account of a real impident
letter he sent me some time before I
married your father. He doesn’t know
I'm married. I refused to go out to
America and be pampered the way he
sald he would pamper me. Rob let
fly some awful words bout ‘d—n ob-
stinate females,’ so I sist didn’t an-
swer his letter. When he sent some
lawyer bodies after me 1 jist told them
to take his money and his messages
back to him, I would go my own galt.
You see,” she added, as Sir George
looked at her inquiringly, “I was badly
needed at Sandisbrae then. It would
have been demoralized, but for me.
Your father was rarely himself, and
things were not as they had been in
my lady's time. You were away in
France.”
Sir George nodded. He did not
want to remember those times.
“I couldn't see my way to leaving
the place, especially as your father
was making up to Jock’s lass, as I
told you. And she with little sense
in her wee, putty head! So I judged
that it would be better for you if 1
stayed and let your father compromise
himself with me. At least that’s the
way I let him think,” she said, with
a nod at Sir George.
“T daresay there was a lot of gossip
about us, but none of it was true.
However, it was my chance to set
things right and I took fit. Jist when
Sir Steenie knew he couldn't be left,
I says to him: ‘This is no place for
an unmarried respectable woman.
“Then d—t, marry me, Aggy,’ he said,
‘as I have asked you more than once.’
“Thank you, Sir Steenie,’ I says, ‘we'll
take the night train to Gles’ga and get
the license, and I'll warrant you a
peaceful life and no more extrava-
gances.! ‘Plenty of whisky and peace
to drink it in, Aggy, my dear, is my
notion of pleasure, he said.”
She paused and sighed, “I did better
for him than most, and I saved some-
thing for you, Sir Geordie.”
Sir George's head was bowed on
his hands. “Oh, Aggy, I'm ashamed
that I thought of you as I did.”
Aggy’s firm lip trembled for a mo-
ment. “You might have remembered
me better than that, Sir Geordie,”
was on the tip of her tongue, but she
held it back and sald: “Bless me!
What does a lad remember about his
old nurse? And it looked bad. But
that's by and gone, if only—" and
here her composure was shaken for a
moment—*if only you believe me now.”
Sir George leaned forward and took
her fat, pudgy hand, which still bore
traces of hard work, and patted fit.
«would I be here, Aggy, if I didn’t
believe you?”
She laid her other hand on top of
his—a rare caress from this most
reserved person.
“That's my laddie,” she said. “Sir
Geordie, 1 have often thought if you'd
come back that first year—but then,
how could you? It was probably bet-
ter as it was, and now we'll take stock
of what's left us.”
“Very little, I'm afraid. The lawyer
told me that I had nothing but
Sandisbrae left.”
“Did he so? There was a little
something left over, that your father
didn’t spend. I let Sir Steenie think
he gambled it away one night he
wasn’t himself, while as a matter of
fact I had it hid up the stair, in the
tower.”
“But that—" Sir George began.
“It's yours. 1t's no much, but it'll
help.”
“It's yours,” he declared hastily,
“It’s all the widow's portion you have,
Aggy. I'll never touch a penny of it.”
Two obstinate Scots stared at each
other. It was Aggy, Lady Sandison,
who spoke first.
“You were ever a set laddle. There's
no change in you.”
“There will be no change in me.
Agnes, Lady Sandison, must take her
lawful share.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Grumbler Throws Away Chance of Happiness
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Maine First to
Give Thanks
for Mercy?
We are apt to think that Thanks-
giving was originally a New England
festival and belonged distinctively to
the Puritans. This is a mistake,
Neither Boston Puritans nor Plymouth
Pilgrims had anything to do with It,
for it was first practiced by the Pop-
ham colonists of Monhegan, Maine,
and it was in a Church of England
thanksgiving service—“A Giving of
God Thanks for a Safe Voyage,” says
a writer in the Kansas City Times.
The practice of setting aside cer-
tain days for thanksgiving had be-
come a custom long before the Refor-
mation, Protestants followed the prac-
tice, especially in the established
| church, where it had become a fixed
practice long before New England be-
gan the observance, It seems a strange
| thing that the Pilgrims, who hated so
i heartily all the observances of the
| Church of England, should have been
so willing to folow this practice so
| early in their history.
| The first Thanksgiving day of New
England was, however, never ap-
pointed nor intended for a day of re-
ligious worship. It had nothing in
common with the Church of England
day of prayer and praise for past
| blessings and future need. It was ap-
| pointed as a day of recreation and
| freedom from work, which made the
| colonists’ days one ceaseless grind of
| care,
Indians Helped Provide Meat.
| . But those who are wont to think of
| the Pilgrims as a group of sober and
| morose men and women, with no idea
in life beyond work and prayer, would
| do well to read an account of that
week of Thanksgiving, the first real
{ play time of the Pilgrims.
Edward Winslow wrote to a friend
in England on December 11, 1621:
“Our harvest being gotten in, our
| governor sent four men out fowling,
| 80 that after a special manner we
ung rejoice together, after we had
| gained the fruit of our labors. That
four killed as much fowl as, with lit-
tle help beside, served the whole com-
pany about a week. At which time,
among other recreations, we exer
cised our arms, many of the Indians
coming among us, and among the rest,
their great § Masasoyt, with some
ninety men, who for three days we
entertained and feasted. They went
out and killed five deer, which they
brought and hegtowed upon our gov-
ernor, upon the eaptain and others.”
Governor Bradford in his account
speaks of the great number of water
fowl and wild “turkie.” The record
goes on to tell that the Pilgrims, with-
out doubt, fareq decidedly better than
did their sh brothers that year,
as “turkie” was gearce.
There were only AH Englishmen to
eat the hun sgiving fenst that first
year, but 90 Indians came as guests.
They did not come empty-handed, but
brought generous gifts. The kindly
spirit of friendliness was worth even
more at that time.
Only Five Women to Get Meals.
The games were tests in jumping,
leaping and running, in which they
all took part. But in spite of all this,
it could not have been a week of un-
alloyed recreation and pleasure, for
there were only four women to do
the cooking, with the help of one maid
servant, and a few maidkins. There
were 140 men to be served, and 90 of
them Indians, whose hunger had to
be appeased for three days. Even
more noticeable and pathetic was the
very small number of children in the
Stockade to participate in this first
Thanksgiving celebration.
There is no record of any kind of
religious service or prayer during the
week. One writer says: “Lost in the
wood—terrified by lions—terrified by
grinning wolves—half frozen in the
poorly built houses—sickened by poor
food, and half famished—almost half
the company dead, after two years of
suffering and hardship, In spite of
these heavy hardships, and after the
drought of 1693, a nine days.of prayer
for rain was answered, and the second
Thanksgiving day was appointed and
observed.”
The first Thanksgiving day which
was publicly appointed, was set for
February 22, 1630, in gratitude for
the “Friend-bringing and food-bearing
ships.” November 4, 1631, Winthrop
wrote, “We keep Thanksgiving day
today in Boston.” Until 1684 the day
was celebrated about every two years.
Thankful for Clean Teeth.
We have no certain record when it
became a fixed annual observance in
New England. But in 1742 there were
two Thanksgiving days and Massachu-
setts and Connecticut celebrated with-
out reference to each other. As time
passed, it became more and more a
day of prayer and thanksgiving. “For
# becomes more hard,” one Connecti-
cut writer says, * to settle upon any
special day.”
It was not regularly observed until
1766, and then more as a day of wor-
ship than a day of feasting. One writ-
er speaks of a service in which a long
list of special blessings was specified.
“For the healing of breaches, the
abatement of disease, the arrival of
persons of quality, gratitude for plen-
tiful harvest, that God has sent us no
want of bread, and for clean teeth.”
These early Thanksgiving days were
of many different days of the week,
and of no certain month for many
years. After the day began to be ob-
served annually, it came to be the
custom to hold the festival in the fall,
and following harvest. The feast was
usually prepared for by some days of
fasting.
No Celebration Without Pie.
But among the early Thanksgiving
celebrations of Colonial days is one
which has no counterpart in history.
The records say that the governor of
Connecticut appointed a certain day
to be observed throughout the state
as a time of thamksgiving. But, for
reasons of their own, the residents ot
the town of Colchester ignored the
governor's appointed day. They sent
a committee to him stating that they
were not able to accept the day he
had selected, but “would gladly cele-
brate Thanksgiving one week later.”
As this had never happened before,
the governor was at a loss to know
how to proceed. Fortunately, he was
a patient man, and not easily af-
fronted, and one who was blessed
with a sense of humor.
Finding he was not going to make
the matter disagreeable for them, he
was again visited and the matter ex-
plained. A sloop expected from New
York had been delayed a week. On
board was a hogshead of molasses for
making pies, without which ne
Thanksgiving celebration could pro-
ceed.
Being a man of good sense, and
perhaps, too, having the New Eng-
land appreciation for pie, the good
people of Colchester were allowed to
hold their Thanksgiving when the
hogshead of molasses came in, a week
later.
In 1677 the first regular Thanksgiv-
ing proclamation was printed, and it
is said a copy still is in existence.
FOR BLESSINGS
To give thanks on Thanksgiving
day, to pause from normal activi-
ties, to recognize the providential
blessings bestowed upon the
American people is a duty. The
custom has no law of compulsion.
It has become a traditional prac-
tice. It is instituted by Presiden-
tial proclamation, which is ob-
served as though it were of statu-
tory force. While the day has be-
come a holiday, a festivity in
some degree, it remains primarily
an occasion of reverential recog-
nition of the great dispensation
which brings to America the rich-
ness of spiritual as well as mate-
rial advance.
Called-For Tribute
In all the ages of mankind the trib-
utes of the people to the divine being
have been forthcoming, and at no
time more fervently than following
the harvest. Let those who fail in |
their tributes to the source and center
of human hope, at this time at least, |
pay tribute to their Maker, The Lord”|
is in his holy temple, let all the earth |
keep silence before him.—Philadelphia |
Ledger. |
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English Feast Days
History tells us that England had
so many days of thanksgiving that it
often interfered with the more serious
affairs of life. Even during the days
of Cromwell there were more than a
hundred feast days.
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