Eleanor H. Porter

Name: Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving
Author: Eleanor H. Porter

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“Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving”, is a work by Eleanor H. Porter. It explores elements such as poipers, chair and crutches.

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ He was not Mike now. He was the Millionaire. For a time he talked eagerly of his curious visit, chatting excitedly of all the delightful results that were to come from it; rest and ease for the woman; a wheel chair and the best of surgeons for the little girl; school and college for the boy. Then, after a long minute of silence, he said something else. He said it diffidently, and with a rush of bright color to his face—he was not used to treading quite so near to his heart.
"I never thought," he said, just touching the crutches at his side, "that I'd ever be thankful for—for these. ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ Since the accident, however, his injured back had forbidden the speed and jar of motor cars, allowing only the slow but exasperating safety of crutches and a wheel chair. To-day even that seemed denied him, for the man who wheeled his chair did not come.
With a frown the Millionaire twisted himself about and looked behind him. It was near the time for the boat to start, and there would not be another for three hours. From the street hurried a jostling throng of men, women, and children. Longingly the Millionaire watched them. ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ Why, pardner, ye can't sell poipers like ye was shellin' out free sody-checks at a picnic. Youse got ter yell at 'em, an' git dere 'tention. 'Course, ye can't run like I can"—his voice softened awkwardly as his eyes fell to the crutches at the man's side—"but ye can holler, an' not jest set dere a-shakin' 'em easy at 'em, like ye did a minute ago. Dat ain't no way ter sell poipers!"
With a half-smothered exclamation the Millionaire fell back in his chair. He knew now that he was not a millionaire, but a "Mike" to the boy. ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ As he could recollect it, their conversation had run something like this:
"But I want you myself, all day."
"But, Billy, don't you see? I promised; besides, I ought to do it. I am the president of the club. ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ He could fancy her face when she should find that it was to him she was bringing her turkey dinner! He roused himself with a start. The boy was speaking.
"My! but I 'm glad I stopped an' watched ye tryin' ter sell poipers. T'ink o' youse a-settin' dere all dis time a-waitin' fur dat boat—an' T'anksgivin', too! An' don't ye worry none. Ma an' Kitty 'll be right glad to see ye. 'T ain't often we can have comp'ny. It's most allers us what's takin' t'ings give ter us—not givin' ourselves." ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ I only showed him ye could n't sell no poipers widout hollerin'."
A curious look of admiration and relief came to the face of the Girl. Her eyes softened. "You mean—"
She stopped, and the man nodded his head gravely.
"Yes, miss. I was alone, waiting for Thompson. He must have got delayed. I had four papers in my lap, and after Jimmy had sold them and the boat had gone, he very kindly asked me to dinner, and—I came."
"Whew! Look at dis!" cried an excited voice. Jimmy was investigating the contents of the basket. "Say, Mike, we got turkey! ”

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Eleanor H. Porter, Millionaire Mike's Thanksgiving

“ Mike," she finished, drawing up a chair to the old stove.
"Thank you, but I—I—" The man looked about for a means of escape. In the doorway stood the boy with the wheel chair.
"Here, Mr. Mike, mebbe youse wanted dis. Say, Kitty, ain't dis grand?" he ended admiringly, wheeling the chair to the middle of the room.
From the corner came the tap of crutches, and the man saw then what he had not seen before; a slip of a girl, perhaps twelve years old, with a helpless little foot hanging limp below the skirt-hem.
"Oh, oh!" she breathed, her eyes aflame with excitement. "It is—it is—a wheel one! ”

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