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Dime Novel and Popular Literature
The Youth's companion
The Youth's companion : the best of American life in fiction fact and comment, v. 92, no. 30, July 2...
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The Youth's companion : the best of American life in fiction fact and comment, v. 92, no. 30, July 25, 1918.
Brownell, Agnes Mary.
18 December 2014
Boston : Perry Mason Company
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
The Thankful Spicers / by Agnes Mary Brownell.
Children's periodicals, American.
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" epeated Nettie ubsently. “Oh, he said that Fanny would be home week after next; his aunt had “It beats all,"ohserved Mrs. Ilov y bitterly, “how some folks has ti " ' I ain't been a-V tin’ since that time I went to Wellport to my Aunt Sereny‘s fu- neral, and that's 7" “Come,eumel" urged Mr. llovey impatiently. “Carve the possum, rarve 'iln!” Mrs. Hovey gaslled ruth- lessly, and the scarlet jIll('PS laved the satiny crust when she had served the impatient Mr. llovey with a L'9IlEl’(IlIS piece, she finished her inter- rllpted remark: “ Five years ago come August " “They had no more fu. neru.ls,” said Mr. llovey ‘ :<;,.-:,: I 21 4'. - :1,VC<Qutx-?u’hx‘:‘v :1..." ulllepeml .Vi‘lll("S nu-lltor, lAI’l’ )‘(Iilll;.' wuuuun N-llw. M. Nmle wrote: “A l to lllarlk yml. dell. fur the pretty (llrlxrlnas re- mull moo )<-ll mi ll:u.- eilmell Lu:-ile, and l Wnlllll lune avkllumlt-<I5:eAl it sooller if ' you. Your tmml, .'ellie hex-me. The slight alnbilzuity of E trouble Nettie, who was not at all mllu-liiwl with rules of l’l)(‘IArl”lc, but nu-rely with time of gum-mils appreciw Lion. The whole note mad l Vkl time in say lluttling of those earlier giftsl, and she sealed, Stmllpt-<1 and nlillrvwed it in the irivlldliest spirit. Jed rmd Nettles note of lllillllitl at Illllll on the fol- ll!“ in: dli) ; the Spieer flun- iiy, u ith the exception of Will)“ salle a di.xt.-lnu-, were asselliblal at that hour. 'l'lIrnu,'1ll:-ut llimm, allhou;,-ll Evalina h ' re, Jed unlin- f.'lllll‘<l a ll:-I4-iinilled niivnte as to die mntellls of the dainty mmnumi.:ui..n. Mm spimr o<nlnpl:lu-litly bidecl her time. At the end (vi the meal Jud l‘('lll‘I‘<l In his roolll, and n nlnlllmit lllter Mrs. .‘ leer lV‘(<'lVHl he-r sullllllons. She 1.-are Mr. spin-r and Evelina ll (xllllpviiing look and van- ued. sampling the shortzake eritiatlly; “but how’ni I to know if they’re alive or dead P” “Write to 'em," suggested Mr. llovey. “ You’ll know if they answer, and you'll know if they don't." "Nettie," asked Mrs. llovey eagerly when the epigrammatic Mr. Hovey had taken his departure, “ did you ever think it might be him!" “IIim?" repeated Nettie, mystitied. “Wimt do you man, ma-who might be what?" lllra Hovey lowered her voice. "Charlie Folsoml” she whispered. “The mysterious unlmownl" ' “Charlie Folsom!" exclainled Net- tie. “Mother, you're dreanlingl" “The silk stockings, and the Christ- mas box that time you was clerking in the city, and the printed llovey was wont to designate the blue moroom Lucile that had been her daugh- tr-r’il latest Christmas gift-“were they drezuns?" delnanded Mm Hovey. Nettie patted her mother's plump gettint! notions into your headl" she said gnyly. “Why shouldn't it he Charlie?" her mother challenged. “ltjus isn't Charlie, for one thing," said Nettie. “And for another, I don't want it to be. " “Maybe you know solne one you would like it to be!" suggvsnxl Mm. Ilovey jealously. “ Maybe I do," Nettie admitted. "But it wouldn't do to Say till he's will me. " “All I got to say." retunled her nlotller, with heavy dignity, “hr-fa tak- ing his time." Nettie was obliged tn concede that point The gifts she hail rm-‘ "ed at (ihristnlns tor the pint four years llml home the Rule inscriptioll. " From a Frh-nd." Nor did the lung intervening’ months supply the least inkling who that lIi)’MEi"lIIlllI friend could be. On her way down in the Lmlles’ filltlitikrs. wherv aha worked, N1-tlie silk smrf, and 1 the blue book"-by which teml Mrs. ‘ omlvm M u n r.Il1nlN MRS SPICE)? TOOK THE DAiNTY SHEET or PAPER uarwzzn A PINCH or GINGHAM AFRO Ti-IE Ti-IAN KFUL SP1 C E RS CW Agnes Mary Browneii . NE'I'TlE'S KIND OF FOLKS stepped into the bookstore: she had a few minutes to spare, luid ,she was in search of a modest lgmllillatilin gift. The counters j about him, except the everyday ' " hemism oi’ the worker: but he was very tender to his little sis- ’ - tor, Evalina. and very loyal to were (‘ll(‘(‘l((‘l’?<l uith varimlured ‘ ' the hnllse oi Spioer; and at the vululm-.5 and through the shining mmrry, (II which he was the plum of the show case gleamed the delicatejlocal lImn:I,’.'A"Y, he was cllaracterized as being mvr-rs of gift books. The proprietor siPpp94l j always “on the juh." nlfably i’orwurrl: he was a wizened little man, But. then, .i(-d had never made any preten- likeutllin, duodociniovulumethat had received sinus in the heroic or the runlantic. 0.- him] Ilsilue. (girls of his had been inscribed simply “From N4-[tic-‘ix eyes, moving over the volumes in Frivnd." in in sudden illuminating moment lI9ll(‘2llll the glass of the Show (Else, suddenly Netiil-. saw the gills in In new light. There was widened. She had discovered the exact ooun- the 'r of gr:-on silk hoae that year when the t4'r)l.'Irl.4ll llor Lm-ileAthe blue nloroceo covers, ; !-‘pin-ix‘ Christmas had run to stn('kiru:s: the-re rounded at the comers, the gilt uf edlze and I was the box with its ilonlenlude dainties, the the gold of the lettering. The shopkeeper, fol- winter that she had been working in the city; lowinl: her gaze, inserted his handand brought there mm the silk scarf ]7rll’It('d with blue the h-I-insure to light. fiowors- the II('iti1‘S[ tiling to a floral uilering “It's the only one lefti" muumed )Ir.D0wn- > that Jed lmd ever nmrie-; and tile-re was the in::. “For a long tinle I had a pair of ‘em- ‘ blue llmniom I.m-ile. l‘erhapsi thatla.-‘t gilt had ytiunl: spam got the other, holiday time" Elm. lu.NtiL:1llP(l by the klluwn lite-nrry pmcliv. “Well, Iwon't hereaveyou, Mr. Iluuning," 5 in:-s of the S5-iwr ialnlly. said Nettie brightly and chose another at “Anyway, " IlIUli,L'lll. nlatts-r-of-fact Nettie, mllduln. “I'll take one (if these others." i “it's only fllir to lmklllml:-<1;;e my Chrismlas So, after ull, Jed was the mysteriulis un-lrrills and I'll do it this very night." knuwnl For 3 second Nettiels little wurldl it Mu: early ill June. in the dusk, the flow- I’ll'kNlAlllat pleasant world ofdrennlsin vlllivhlenl in her motile-r':< littlv round ilouer beds dwelt ll Iliysteliolls and undeclzmed lrrinmlsa-ml as vngllv and as ltintlunless as thaw Clilinllillx. It nlilzht have da.-'hed ll girl of print:-d om-s upon her man. Nellie, mm- less rullluntio stmin to nnd Prince Clmnnim: pminl: hi-r (‘lllisl.Ill:ts lI('knIi“'lI’<1l-'lll9"I3 in the to be only her nexpduur neighbor, after all. l)l1lI‘lV'4l(l1IllIllIiI' of her mull, ll<-nu-if a very But, In spilt: of her rulrlnnliclmi, Nettle lllul pink uf lmltm-vs, pluuetl ll distnlcling mo- lt fund of good cumnlun sense; and theme was nwnt of mlnnidenltiun, She did not know how lmllwtllintr knlglltiy, mo, In the lung, silent mix-gin ll:-nmu-. “lleur ur. Spi('4>r"s<mnlled WOI“llll]') of Jul S icer. Jed had none of the (no formal, and “Dear Jul" too intilnate-at tm[ipinl:s(rI rolnluloe; there was nothlmz heroic lollst just yet. "Call him ‘Jed,’ as you always i“‘I lslml. “) N . NPll.l("EllUlElll1A'l her hands. um. Spimr moi: the diliniy 5ll9<'t of pap:-r botwr-<-n a pinch of gin:-‘ham npmn, adju>Ind her spectax-les and si- lently pt-rus4>d it. “If that ain't just like Nettiel" said Mrs. S]Il('I'l" rulmiringzly. “That's what I like nuwt about her 'lle‘s fair. " “What do I do?” asked Jed help- leunly. Mrs. Spioor oun.s'iden=d. “If I was you, Jed," she counseled, “I should just imp]-on in ut Nettie‘s, friendly Ilike, fur a 1-lmt. " l "And then what?" pursued Jed eauerly. Mrs. Spiwr gin-e him ll knowing look. J at the mini of action. But when the others had gone about their various nor-upntiuna Mrs. Spioer se took down her lnuze dishpa.n, deposited fzlmx-in a cake of soup and a handful or bol-ax, nmde a sud‘ and pnxieeded to do up Jed‘s Sunday shirt. Her heart sang with jov nbuve her lloluely task said to llPT>’4'" oxult.-lntly. “They don't even uunzmw their mothers when they start to ulurtillgl" The liovoys hlld R. rounded porch, 5 pun-ll suing and two mnltortuble old painted rvx-kers in whioh they were wont to take the air on tine spring 9l'9l’lllIl.'S. Mr. iiovey, looking up from his daily paper, nx-ugnirul Jed. ‘ “linw rm-1 , Juli Have 3 chair!" he slid and mnliully shoved the semnd rocker furwlml. Jed, ntlirul in his Sunday best, pre- i served ll lvnlvo limit in the face of Mrs lluv(-y'5 st.-utll-d llll(‘l!‘Sl luld tvllapst-d into the $ll(‘lD.‘l’lll).’ arms of the old nxvkor with simletlling of the ellect of the l’lu.kl1lL' of n j:u-kknife. “ How's all your fullial‘ " inqulwd Mm Iiovey, who had already ex- clllnnlzwl the ('(Ill))IliIIlPlIt! of the day with Mra 5]>iu'r iwruss the dividing ‘ail 3. it. .1’ .'77'.i$:?3 %i‘;7:'4’5."’N...;'" ‘?““'.s..x5I‘7a?..”."i’ %i7? ".3" ‘2i7:7".‘x"‘rL9. E‘.‘z’5"'.&? ’.x,.a"“"59.% 1'. u