The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1866-01-03
So the preparations for the wedding

before Thanksgiving came they were mar
ried at the old farm, house, in the presence
of merry party of friends. But Farmer
Bells face was not cheerful one. The
consciousness Of his impending fate hung
overhim continually like apall, and it was
impossible to keep him in good spirits
The mortgage was past due-had been
for several days-and knowing the hard
character of Squire Hripe he had been
expecting notice Of the foreclosure daily,
till 1t had made him as nervous as a wo-
man, and robbed him of his rest. The
mysterious behavior OF Gripe in holding
off so long as he had, helped to puzzle
the old man S mind and increase his an2'
iety. He felt peculiar thrill Of pleasure;
it must be confessed, when Emily went
up and put her hand in his and called
him father, for Farmer Bell had never
had daughter of his own; but it was
momentary. ... ........ .. ....
"We anticipate such glorious Thanks,
giving dinner tomorrow, father" said
she. 81 hope you have killed the fattest
turkey" 81 ro..
"Yes, yes" Mrs. Bell answered for
him, the turkey is all stuffed and ready
for the basting. John always relishes his
Thanksgiving turkey more than all the
other dinners of the year. Don't you,
John?"
Thanksgiving Day has always been
a happy day with ME, wife," said Farmer
Bell, as if striving to appear cheerful;
"and III do MY best toward making to-
morrow happy, promise you.' But
through his mind that same ihoihent ran
the thought, where will we all be this
time next year?
But when they gathered about the old
table in the great roomy kitchen the next
day, for one brief hour Farmer Bells
gloom was dissipated by the joyousness
Of the scene and its pleasant associations.
Leonard's bright-eyed young wife was in
abounding good spirits, and laughed and
chatted till Farmer Bell forgot the mort
gage and everything else but the genial
pleasure of the hour. Emily compliment
ed everything on The table, and declared
il the incest dinner she ever sat down to
in her life. The turkey was done to
turn; the pumpkin-pie was marvel of
culinary perfection. II was while they
were discussing the pies that Farmer Bell
began to tell laughable reminiscencs OF
his youth, in which pumpkin jack o.
lantern figured, and which caused great
merriment around the board; and as he
was in the midst of the funniest part he
glanced out the window, his face suddenly
paled, and he uttered an exclamation OF
terror and CONSERVATION. Squire Gripe's
well-knowh rusty old horse and chaise
were at the hitching post by the gate, and
Gripe himself WAS Iimping up the walk
toward the house.
/" He can't be coming to serve the no.
tice on Thanksgiving Day p cried Leon
ard, anxiously. ''
why not?" said Farmer Bell, in a
bitter tore; o"he keeps no holidays.
Probably some business brings him out
this road, and he's for saving the sheriff S
fee and the extra journey at the same
time
The Squire's nervous rap wss heard
at the door, and Farmer Bell asked his
wife to remain seated-he would 60 to
the door himself. So he left the room.
How are ye-eh-Mr.. Bell?' asked
the Squire, in his peculiarpiping treble.
" Coolish-eh-coolish QUIZ
I" Yes, SIR said the farmer, showing
his guest into the parlor, where the
Thanksgiving fire was burning. "Well,
SIR" he added, as soon as the Squire was
seated, | suppose you're on business?"
Ies--eh--but not With you, Mr..
Bell" was the answer. g It's Miss-eh
-Sutton--I want to see. She's here,
amt she?"
(" Yes" said the farmer, or rather Miss
Sutton that was. "She's my sons wife
now" a3It~ -.4sg aa.~ .G0 DaH
"Oh, then it's--eh-come of, has it?
Heard something about it, but didn't |
hUUW w utH-Gll-ll was W Coluo OA. SOn-
grallate ye." ' '-'
"I'H send her in," said the farmer !;
and he went into the kitchen TO do his
errand.
ooh, IFS me he wants, is it % said
Emily rising from the table. ..s. ...nr
DO you want your Egsband !" asked
Leonard curiously. 'E.r
Z "No. "isaid she, laughing z"I'll do
without my protector this time, If l
scream you can come, You know" And
then she tripped out of the roonH. Id
A few minutes after squire Gtipe limp
ed down the garden path, and drove off,
as Emily cams into the kitchen again
and sat down 70 finish her dinner. ee.
"WRat does make you all SO gloomy"
she asked: Il declare, father, one would
think there had been funeral instead of
a wedding. Mother l must have ano-
ther piece Of that delicious pie .s
"Ah. Emily" said the farmer, you've
"a y -. |