The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1872-12-31
GRANDPAPA'S STORY
A Thanksgiving Episode.

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They had lust risen from dinner in the
old house at Eastwood. Dinah and Sallie
were carrying out the remnants Of the
least. With regretlul eyes the children
watched its disappearance. They had
,ried ali the the Evolutionary rules, and
"stood up" Jumped three Jumps
walked four times around the table,"
and positively not another mouthtul
could they swallow. And yet there was
something sad In letting those "bonnes
bolches'-thOsc delightful halves and
quarters, and triangles Of mincc, and APP
DE, and pumpkin-disappear and be lost
forever. The Thanksgiving dinner for
that year had become q part Of the past
and can tell you Grandmama Aliens
, Die crust was not thing Of every day.
From the great turkey stuffed with
oysters, which inaugurated the meal, TO
the taftlets Of ruby cranberry, which
brought it to u close, everything had that
dainty, sayory perfection Of flavor which
sppeftained to those fast vanishing days
Of wile-mouthed tire.places, heaped
with cracking logs, and "bake ovens"
whose depths entOmbed whole regiments
Of lORves and pastries, and returned them
10 the iullness Of time, brown, delicate
aud perfect-a fragrant resurrection.
Alas the aroma Of these old-tashioned
viAnls Is almsst a traditionary thing to
these days Of modern improvements"
Here and there 1t fingers In the far recess.
eli OF New England, and at Grandma Al
lens it would lingcr always. No range
di.dgured her kitchen. A "waterback"
was q thing unknown. The simple fire
place wore It's ancient livery OF cranes,
pot hooks and roasting jacks; and over all
King Hickory, joliest of monarchs, pre-
sided royalty Under his sway what un-
imaginable cakes came TO perfection! what
d4vOrous rossts! what tempting baked
beans! what toothSome hoe cakes! what
Indian puddings! l fOrbeaI. That was
indeed the golden age Of cookery.
-Four generations were represented In
the circle that now drew around the
cheerful blaze in the Excepting ROOM
from Gtandpapa, with his silver head, to
Baby May, last asleep in the arms of her
lair young mother, his eldest grandchild.
There were five sons and daughters, with
their respective wives and husbands, Rand
their tWenty.iour children, to say nothing
oIBAby May and her proud young father,
OF little Nellie on grandpa's knee-the
orphan child oil that Youngest son whose
loss was the one heavy shadow on this
happy home. But tonight no shadow
was visible. The Pickering. freight fell
only upon faces at their brightest, wheth-
erin the bloom OF childhood or the come
ly serenity Of middle life; on bright eyes
aud llps,ol kindly smiles and looks. All
shone with tho cheerful humor Of tho an.
niveBsty. The children brimful Of fun
and turkey, the parents renewing their
own childhood for an evening. And
there, IN the shadow OF the curtains,
whittier Harry and Edith had betaken
themselves, little drama was going on
siantasia born Of the season-which, if q
guess might be hazarded, would ripen,
amidst ether anniversaries, into the earn
est purpose Of littime.
"Drampa, tell us a tory" demanded
one Of the little ones, as night drew on.
Good for you, Tot" exclaimed her
brother.
"oh, yes, grandpapa; grandpa tells such
nee stories !" Chorused The others, while
NIt!e Nell, putting her soft hand TO the
STSilkIed cheek, joined in with the
FIease, which she had so often found
irresistible.
Now, this STORY" OF grandpas was
one Of The features OF Eastwood Thanks
swing II used 70 be cinderella" and
JACK, the Giant Killer" formerly, when
9e little people were still less; and nova
SEs twas stirring tale 10 please the
ooys, Or some German legend 10 suit the
occasion. Las tyear It was the adventures
" q dFummer.boy and his dog at Antis-
@G; And now, as grandpapa settled
ne'I IN a more comfortable position on
S Is zap and gave a preparatory little
nem tho whole party, young and old,
beAtteatiye
a.. Laete was a sly twinkle in graudpa's
eyes a. he began:
ms time, children, l am going TO tell
youa love story"
Dear mew said the aunties 10 each
%Hef. while Hal in the window, possess
w. himself Of pretty Eaith's hand, gave
ne pressure which brought the bFigh,
0'uSa 10 her fair young cheeks.
!es, a love story. Once upon q time
Ny hundred years ago, or thereabouts-
mere was young man whose name wa,
.Om. and he lived in New York. HI
w.. VA taIher lonely young man, for hC
v SIS no nome. and had lodgings which
sete not very nice; but he minded il less
S SeSAuIe No had never known what homI
The time" ~ WAC 'e'J 0''' VI
:, What was hO busy att" shouted Jack
'1 M was famous Tor asking questions.
Warehouse" 'e"' ""0''S"''
What did be sclly"
,rr NOW Jack, YOU mustn't keen inter
" aTSs, caSd the other children.
e,., i ,ns,, sold machinery, Jack, and farm
liz Wvta-nIows aud harrows and Sucl
S %HS-an1 all sorts Of inventions and DAT
Eee notions" "'"'"''"'S No "n
M.,% WY, that's just like Clarke a. Am
SiT ' &c GREG Jack; but somebody hushct
4 A VI; Grandpa only laughed. Clark
house IN were were the successors Of III,
made. IN which all his money had beCI
,Ao a1 s sl:! before, he was very busy, 10
then iSan ST ranS s, was on a smaller seal
'4An now, tbs was one Of the largcs