He helped her to her feet, and then, for the first time, he saw that she was blind. Carefully he took her arm, and led her along the road to the inn.
“Sit here and warm yourself,” he said, placing her gently in a comfortable chair. In a few moments he led her to the table, and gave her a good dinner.
On that Thanksgiving Day an angel took up her pen, and struck out all account of the gold piece from the book where the mayor recorded his good deeds. Another angel wrote in the traveler’s book of deeds an account of the old beggar woman’s Thanksgiving dinner at the village inn.—Adapted.
A THANKSGIVING PSALM
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: Come unto his presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord he is God; It is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; We are his people and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving And into his courts with praise, Be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting: And his truth endureth to all generations. —Psalm C.