The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-12-08


not take anv Hu'iah must sit At his
right. AM help 70 the cranberry sauce
I will s,ani the nigh f!ish. with the jelly
in il. over in front of bin. 1t does me
good 10 see the Deacon walk into q
rnank sgiving dinner H. takes hold
as it he knew what goo.' esting was.
ALWAYS thought he would ne one OF the
best of men 10 cook for.
just then Rsfe, the hired man, ap
pearei at tho .ioor, bringing a bun,lle
of spruce sticks. fresh ent sweet and
original from the woods. with little tufts
of ever green foliage clinging to the
brown bark Rtfe was a slouching.
red -hear lei in iiviiual. clad above in q
knit iacket. while mis- i'll matched legs
.oak refuge in $ pair o! linsey woolsey
trowsers. II Was followed closely by
little lane, her detica.e skin. even to the
tips of her ears. al pial with the kiss
OF the cold: ana '1s another chill d. taller
than Jane, and ls~eer of her age. This
new conner hung back as if not quite
sure of welcome. snl twisted her lit
tie chapped hands in the folds of her
faded calico dress, pat. he'd and
mended with shreds of divers colors.
She appeared to be chronically afflicted
with goose flesh from her blue lips
down to her miserable little toes, that
peeped through the loop holes, OF a di-
iapidated pair of shoes
Why, its Martha Raymond said
Aunt Sukey, in her chirpy way. Walk
right in, child. aud warm Yourself. You
look half froze We're having an on
common cold snap fer this time o year
How's your mas health, Martha p
She's pretty slim, thank'ee ma'am.
| It's as much as she can do 10 keep round.
She said may be Miss Bellinger would
| lend her a drawing Of tea. Father was
took with one of his dizzy turns last
night, and he'd like to get little cam
| fire to snuff. If you amt going to use
| your flats to morrow, and there's no OBJ
| lection, our folks would like to borry
| 'em And. please ma am can't Jack keep
! his chickens from scratching under our
! back gate?'
Jack must put his chickens through a
course Of sprouts. said Lefty. smiling,
with her delicate face rosed by the glow
/ from the oven mouth. where the fire be-
/ gan to crackle. But don't you know,
Martha, to morrow is Thanksgiving
Day? Folks here in New England
don't work on that day 1 mean OF
i course, otas they do other times
1t don't make a mite of difference over
| to our house, retorted Martha. But
guess bime by we shall fix up and be like
! folks: for our Sam a kunnel now.
This announcement was made with a
sirectness which caused a sensation in
the Bellinger kitchen. Aunt Sukey al
mos. let the platter of frothy white stuff
she was beating up for icing to the
pound cake slip off her lap, while her
eyes went into total eclipSe
M, stars and garters, Martha, how
YOU talk
Huldah sprang around from the place
where she stood by the moiIing board
marking small circles with the cake cut
ter on q thin sheet of brown dough; and
| teiegraphic message passed between
her face and the face of the chIid
What that | hear?' cried Mother Bel
lenoer, sh4rplv Sam. Raymond a col
onei? Hamph! When Won catch ms
believing that story, you'll catch wea
sel asleep
Its fact, spoke up Martha. with {
spirit Ben Alien brought the news
last night from the junction; and he
says it has got in the papers.
More than one lie gets into the pa
pers / shan: pas uC iaith IN it until
hear wha. tie Deacon Bes got to say
To be sure the arave4t @; tie deserving
est don't always get promoted. There
must he some mighty poor timhe
among the officers. or that fellow Mile,
woulttn: have been allowed to cut III
snch shine as he did at Harpers Fer
ry.'
Lefty saw tempest brewing on th'
curl of Huldah's lip, and she made hast,
to disperse its iightnings silently.
Wait and see, mother. l don't know
why Sam. Raymond isn't as likely Il
rise as any other man.
The widow gave scornful toss to he
cap strings There were reasons in he
own mind why Sam. RAYMOND wasn't a.
likely 20 rise as the majority of men i,
general, and her boy Frank in particular
She stepped to corner cupboard, an6
took down a blde tea cup from the top
shelf.
Here. Martha, is the tea your motne
sent home the last time. 1t amt til
kind l use in my family, and she's vel
come to it,
L don't believe Matte has had a 81,
of sweet cider this Fall said Aunt Su
key. tJaney, couldn't you run dowl
stairs and draw her a nug-full?'
James little feet pa:ted down the eel
lar stairs, while Martha sat on pins; bu
when, later, the mug was grasped in he
hands, and the good stuff tickling he
throat, the childish soul within her ex
panded-
'Jen,' whispered she, have you go
any spruce gum?'
sTere's lovely hunk behind the cup
board door; its Jacks, though
If you'll give me piece, responde'
Martha, magnifcen,iy, IN let you fee
of my loose tooth.
| After the neighbor's child was gone
Widow Bellinger did not choose to com
ment on the news she had heard; sh
was content to put it in her pipe an
smoke it. Huldah did the same. al,ho
! CLEAN of ex1lSation would now an
then dance out of the corner of he
eyes
A breathing spell had come in Mothe
Bill inger's day. She had seen the pie
-mince. apple, and pumpkin-commi,