North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1864-02-10
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THANKSGIVING DAY,
Or THE
Eastward and the Westward Home.
BY MARY EYLE DALLAS.

The eastward and the westward homes so
they called them at those two houses, stand
ing with n stones throw of each other
Twin houses Just alike, with even the same
syringa and lilac bushes in the garden, and
the same number of inches of green grass
plot exactly IN the midst thereof prim but
comfortable houses, perfection in the eyes of
their Quake; builder, who planned them for
two sons who never lived to marry and occupy
them. So it charced that they were let to
strangers though the little concoctlng gate
between the gardens still remained as it
would had brothers opened and passed
through it every day, and somehow suggest
ed intimacy and neighborly calls-and the
two grape vines which festooned the porches
and stretched long arms from their respecti, e
trellses and mingled into one great arbor of
dusky green and purple bloom.
1t was just after the last grape had been
| Ilucked, and the brown branches had begun
to show through the fast falling -Ieaves-a
bright Thanksgiving eve bathed in all the
royal splendor Of an Indian Summer-that a
young lady, richly dressed ia silk. with
| scarlet scarf about her shoulders, paced up
and down the broad porch of the western
| house, watching the sunset. She was very
young and very lovely, with kind of orien
tai beauty which was well set off by the
! bright hues and giSenng fabric which she
wOre-an oriental looking creature all togeth-
| er, Ike, the wife Of some Caliph or Sultan in
the Arabian Nights, with langushng black
| eyes and form of undu,atIng grace--an
! idle, dainty from whose hands no one could
have expected any houSewfely duty, one who
would have been perfection ina Turkish ha
rem could she have been transplanted there
As she paced slowly, softly. hooded IN her
scarlet scarf, a brisk lit le body, bueeyed
and fair haired, with child bv the hand and
| a basket on her arm, entered the eastward
house and nodded at her.
" What are you going to do Thanksgiving
Day z" she called across to the girl and the
latter blnshed suddenly a vivid crimson
mounting to her forehead, a strange sort oi
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hand and the answer was sent back across
rhe palng fence,
{! yh.t1 o;. ,
7 ., -,
g l shall be busy enough" said the little
vor,on uCno, I;nuon s..I h~ o,I.
and s,ch ,a, ,o o., of,orrocds .nJ
Mama Marie will soe,d THANH sc;vin, D.v
with rs. and Jr Marie has sent homo sucb
quantities of things. I've hee, bakioc oil
day Happy you YOU know nothing Of all
| this Come and take tea will you, and plav
for US tomorrow evening Mama azores
music. There, that's the stage, and there is
Mr.. Marie
A handsome man of forty, straight as an
arrow and with GLORIOUS beard ike black
floss six, gray eyes under black lashes, and
SftcH smile, revealing teeth like pearls. as it
flashed upon one Little Mrs. Marie was
only pretty yankee housewife. Her spouse
was sultan 10 'hatch that black eyed sultana
on the porch. He kissed his wife and bowed
across the gate.
" have been making Ida promise to spend
tomorrow evening with u.s." said Mrs. Marie
g want mama to hear that new song. Pm
afraid she is too idle to leave her fireside for
such a slight temptation as tea with us add
Your persuasions-though they'll not have as
much weight as though you were widow.
er" And laughing, Mrs Marie went into the
house followed by the trotting child.
Mr. Marie advanced to the gate, and stood
there waiting for the suItana She did not
move. He opened it passed in and stood
beside her.
"My persuasions have some weight with
Won b.ro thor no. ~ ho so;d Al