---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Richards, L. L. Greene
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 6
number: 1
published: 1902-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'L. L. Greene Richards, "A Rich Man’s Thanksgiving," *Improvement Era* 6, no. 1 (November 1902): 28–32.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0601unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera0601unse
start_page: 28
end_page: 32
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1902-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0601unse
  publication_year: 1902
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1902, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# A Rich Man's Thanksgiving
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A RICH MAN'S THANKSGIVING DINNER.

            A STORY FOR THE BOYS AND THE RICH.

                          BY L. L. GREENE RICHARDS.

     Mr. Edson Clarell was the wealthiest           man in Lower Weldon;
and for one particular Thanksgiving day he had decided to be also
the most generous and hospitable.
     It was not enough that he       donated liberally to the charitable
societies, to       make the day   truly one of      thanksgiving for the
unfortunate and needy; he had taken           it   into his head to carry
out a splendid      scheme of his own, also, for which elaborate
                     little

preparations had been made for a number of days previous to the
last Thursday in November.
     His good-natured plan was to have        all    the poor, who resided
in his immediate neighborhood, at his own tables, in his own house,

to dine with him on that Thanksgiving day.                  Some of his very
prudent friends tried to prevail on him not to make the affair quite
so general, a much injury to his handsome carpets and fine furni-
                ;

ture might result from such an unusial entertainment. But when
Edson Clarell had once made up his mind concerning his own
affairs,   he was not one easily to be persuaded out of having his
own way.        As he was a young "old bachelor," and there was no
Mrs. C. to help him decide matters, he made his own decisions and
usually carried them out.        This time he said that to see the statu-
ary and pictures in his house might be as great a treat to some of
his poor neighbors as a good dinner.         So     it   came about that the
poor people of the neighborhood,        men and women, young and old,
and little boys and girls, assembled in the Clarell residence to par-

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A RICH MAN'S THANKSGIVING DINNER.                             29

take of the master's kind hospitality, by his own invitation on that
Thanksgiving day.
     He stood at the front entrance himself, greeting each guest
with a beaming smile and a warm handshake.            The poorest among
his visitors received more cordial welcome and more careful atten-
tion than others who appeared to be not so especially in need.
     One bright boy,     of about fourteen years,      came   to help his
temporarily crippled mother along, and very tenderly he relin-
quished the care of the precious charge to Mr. C, with a loving
"Good-bye, mother; I'll return for you early."
     "Why, here !" said Mr.     Clarell,   motioning the boy, who was
starting off, to remain, "won't you stay,       young man ?       What's
your hurry ?"
     "I didn't consider I ought to stay to dinner here," replied the
boy, "because I have work, and am earning a living."
    "Well, well !" said Mr. C, "I like your independence very
much; but this is a holiday, you're not working today, are you ?"
     "No, sir," the boy answered, "but I can buy my dinner."
     "Well, well !" said Mr. C. again.      "See here, my boy, you stay
with your mother, because she will enjoy her dinner more with
such a son beside her.       We shall have an abundance for all, and
you're most heartily welcome.        And    since you appreciate work,
and feel that you should pay for what you eat, you shall have the
privilege of helping me to wait on and entertain my guests.             How
will that suit you ?"

     "Fine !" said the boy.        "I shall be delighted to stay, under
those circumstances.     I   thank you ever so much, and will do my
best to help you."
     "Take your mother       into the parlor,   then, and give her the
very best seat you can find; talk bright and interesting things
to her, and to others who will be near you;       I   am sure you can do
that."
    The kind host turned his attention to others who were coming
in. Later, when the guests were invited to the tables, Mr. C.
noted with pleasure how quick and handy the boy with the lame
mother was in assisting to seat the company, making them leel
comfortable and at home, and looking to the wishes of             all   who
were near enough to be cared for by him.          Several times, as the

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dinner progressed, the host felt remarkably well pleased with the
boy's readiness to see what should be done, and his alacrity in
doing    it.

     By and by, Mr. C. moved around to where the boy stood ana
sat down by turns, as occasion required or permitted, under his
double obligation of reaching and passing dishes to and fro, and
doing justice in his own behalf to the excellent meal provided.
        "Young man," said Mr. C, "your mother and friends call you
Johney, I believe."
        "Yes, sir, John Fisher is my name," answered the boy, politely,
arising to look at his host.
        "Well, well !" said that gentleman.                   "1 notice,         Johney, that
you know what you're about when you're waiting on a company of
people, and I believe you'll know just how to serve the wine; and
that comes now. Will you hilp some of my waiters ? There's one
or two (here Mr. Clarell dropped his voice almost to a whisper)
that I dare not trust to handle the sparkling beverage.                                Now, if
you will help       with that part of the serving,                    I'll       be extremely
obliged."
        For the first time that day, Johney hesitated, and seemed not
exactly clear in his mind as to his duty in the request made of him.
        "Well, well !" said Mr. C, "what is it ?                    Have you signed the
temperance pledge, and does that restrict you from passing a glass
of wine to another person ?"
    Johney now stood close to Mr. C, and answered as they
moved a little aside from the others, "No, sir, I have not signed
the pledge; but I have joined a people who have a 'Word of
Wisdom' from the Lord, suited to these latter-days; and wine is
among the forbidden things, except on very rare and special
occasions.  Therefore, if you will please excuse me, Mr. Clarell, I
would prefer some other service, and not touch the wine."
     "Well, well    Wisdom
                        !       Wisdom from the Lord
                                           !                 That is               !

what I want, what I am seeking for, and what I'll have, if I can get
it !"   exclaimed Mr.           Clarell.       "What is      this   Wisdom you           have,
Johney    ?    Tell me what it         is,     can you ?"
        "Yes, sir;" replied Johney, "I could explain something about
it   to you,   if you   had the time."
        "Well, well     !   I   must hear it       !   I   must hear it      !     Now let us

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A RICH MAN'S THANKSGIVING DINNER.                            31

just tell the waiters to go on with what they are about, while I'm
busy for a few moments; and I'll return to you."
       While Mr. C. excused himself to his guests for a short time,
and instructed his waiters how to proceed, Johney went to his
mother and asked if she had that card in her hand-bag, which they
had been studying that morning. She had the card, and handed it
to her son, who again withdrew from the company, and wss pres.
ently joined by Mr. C.    The card wliich the boy handed to the
gentleman was covered with printed matter on both sides. At the
top of the first page appeared in large letters, "Word of Wisdom.''
       Glancing hastily at the card, Mr. C. said, "Well, well       !   Johney
go and finish your dinner. I will read and consider this; and thank
you."     Johney returned to the table.
       When he and his mother had fully completed a first-class din-
ner, they arose, and immediately Mr. C. came to them.
       The wine had been forgotten, no strong drink was served; and
yet no lack was    felt; every one of the guests seemed to be

thoroughly satisfied with the generous repast.                 Besides, there
remained ever so much food to be taken away by the visitors.
When all had eaten as much as they could,                 each one was given
something to take home for future need.             So they were more than
satisfied.

       "Well, well     !   Mrs. Fisher and Johney," said the host, "there is
something extraordinary about the reading on this card. I should
like to look it over and consider it, when I have more leisure. Will

you let me retain it for the day, please ?"
     "Keep it altogether; we are very glad of the privilege of giving
it   to you, Mr. Clarell,"       replied Mrs.   Fisher,   "and we have other
reading matter that might interest you, which Johney will bring
you at any time, if he may do so ?"
       "Well, well     !   indeed he may.   You know where my office        is,

Johney;      call in   and see me."
       Again warmly shaking the hands of Mrs. Fisher and her son,
Mr. C. went about among his guests saying cheery, pleasant things,
receiving their grateful thanks, and feeling that he was really the
happiest soul in that happy throng.
     "Well, well !" he remarked to himself that evening, as he
retired to slumber, "what a good day this has been, the best in —

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—  I

32         .
                               IMPROVEMENl ERA.

all   my life   !     Truly a day of thanksgiving and praise to the Lord.
And that card !" he continued.takiog it from the stand by his bed
and looking it over once more.              Then, reating himself, he read the
"Word      of       Wisdom" through,    aloud, emphasizing            some portions
which struck him more forcibly than others:     "Inasmuch as any
man drinketh wine or strong drink among you, behold it is not
good, neither mete in the sight of your Father !"
       These lines he read and re-read several times.                      Something
in the sentiment seemed to appeal to his soul as nothing had done
which he had ever read or heard before. He read to the end, then
laid the card on the stand, and praying, retired.
     He closed his eyes, but for some time his lips moved, and he
spoke audibly, saying,   "Health     Bodily health
                                        !           What a recom- !

pense to receive and be made sure of, for remembering and keep-
ing the things wh'ch the Lord commands His children         I must         !

know  more  of this, I must learn what  the commandments are."
     For a moment he lay silently contemplating, then he quoted*
"And shall find wisdom and great treasures of knowledge, even hid-
den treasures, and shall run and not he weary, and shall walk and
not faint P^
    "What promises !" he exclaimed. "What would I not sacrifice
to secure them ?    And to think that they are so sure to those
who live for them. That they are actually from the Lord                        !

    "That He has spoken them who cannot deceive nor utter that
which is not true. I must know more concerning these things                        —
       —
must what a day this has been for me and for others   How that         !

poor but intelligent old French-English gentleman glowed while ex-
plaining the nature and value of my paintings and statuary                     !   Why
I   have learned today that I have wealth      my home that I had
                                                        in

never dreamed of.      The radiance of the old maid sisters over my
choice collection of books     Wonder if they will remember my
                                  !

invitation to come  and examine  my library at their leisure ? How
the children and        all   enjoyed everything    !        It   was like being in
heaven to see and hear them.                And Johney Fisher         — and — the
card—Well !— We-11 !— We-1-1 !"
    And Mr. Edson Clarell slept the sleep of an honest and gener-
ous-hearted man, after a perfect Thanksgiving day.
