Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1875-12-02
TWO THANKSGIyINGS IN ONF.

1t never rains but it pours; and
when there's a plenty there's always a
FEAST" calculated Miss Susan Napp, as
she entered the long, low kitchen where
her two sisters, middle-aged spinsters like
herself, with their cousin, Miss Prissy
Prosser, were busily occupied with the
preparations for the morrow's Thanksgiv-
ing feast to be celebrated in their own
home, the old stone house on the hill,
known and designated by all the old Burn.
dalers as the Napp CRISES"
"Aunt Mandy Pomfrets sent this, with
her regards said Miss Susan, depositing
at the same time upon the soap-stone pie
board a heaping pan of poultry-livers,
hearts and gizzards. Salt em over, Bet
sy. 'Twon't do for me to leave my pump
kin sauce another minute"
" Dear sakesn' exclaimed Miss Betsy;
Z" the third great pan o. killin's this
blessed day. sh'd think it was do
nation party. What does it mean, won.
der?"
Eyes, Betty-yes, Patty and Prissy,"
answered Miss Susan, wiping her
hands, and grasping the sauce ladle.
Just what l say.-a feast or a famine.
Here's Capt Gobble ready stuffed and
trussed, between brace of ducks and
chickens for company's sake, and no
end of pigeons and cartridges for the
pie, not TO speak of the vegetables and
sauces and the dessert and 10. here first
the Illnesses must send over load
Of sassdge and spare.rib, and then the
Bellses bring down enough head-cheese
and pig -feet souse to keep US all month,
and now Aunt Mandy's giblets! 1t beats
all. ! don't wonder you want to know
Not Il a.
pend upon it, if we can only find out.
'Twon't do to let victuals go to waste, and
don't see but that we'll have to keep two
Ihanksgivings in one, and send up and
bid that lank- looking crew lately come to
Bijah's forty"
'Dcary met" sighed Miss Patty, the
gentle and timid one of the "Napp
girlses;' there's such a host of them
And | don't believe the spoons and the lit
Tie glass preserve-dishes would go round
Wouldn't it be better to send them por
uonf Bijah says they're as poor as Jobs
turkey"
How things do happenr' chirped Miss
Betsy, who was briskly sailing the fresh
giblets and quite needless of her timid
sisters suggestion; all in punches, so to
speak. You wouldn't may be think, Pris-
sy Prosser, judging from present appear
ances, that we three girls hare seen the
days, right here in this kitchen, when a
p!ateful of either sassidge, sparerb or
glOiets would have been as welcome to
our eyes as it's possible for any good dish
iul to be to the folks on 'Bijah's forty, and
they as poor as they may be. It's true as
preachin', though. While we were carryin'
on all that ldwin' with the Pitkins heirs
about that disputed claim that is never
likely to be settled now, and | s'pose we
snail be in hot water over it to the end of
our days ems that paper never caH be
4yund-yes, while we were stintin' and
scrimpin' and screwin' to pay lawyers for
pFoyin what one sight at that missing pa
Per would have made as clear as day,
assure you, PriSsy, many's the night
we've gone to bed hungry and wakeled
up iaint' to our sloppy tea and BUTTERFLIES
a!-au, and no son or daughter Of Adam
ever sent Us a scrap or q bone"
But, Betty" said gentle Miss Patty,
Why should they have sent in things !
IIey didn't know We were so cramped. !"
10 be 'sure-to be sure" responded
Miss Betty. Folks can't be omniscient.
4 was just thinkin' how queer things
happen. Well, there's Scripter for it
10 him that hath snail be given, you
snow, But, lands sake! it's anything