The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1875-11-25
BACK FROM THE DEAD.

-ftterSOns -NagdSlne.
BACK FROM THE DEAD.
1t was the day before Thanksgiving.
The first snow of the season had fallen,
and the apple trees before Deacon Browns
old rcd farmhouse bent YEARLY under the
damp weight upon their leafless branches
In the low kitchen mysterious doings"
We're going on. Mrs. Brown was up to
her elbows in a great bowl OF flour, from
which her inimitable doughnuts were to
be manufactured. Nobody else in RASH
ervillc could make such doughnuts as
Mrs. Brown-so crisp, so rich, so sweet
that they fairly melted in ones mouth.
The children which Thanksgiving Day
always brought together around Deacon
Browns hospitable table appreciated
them in a way which reflected the most
sincere and substantial praise on the skill
which could make such delcctable goodies.
l warrant more than one Juveniles mouth
watered at the prospect of to-morrow's
feast, as Mrs. Brown mixed her dough
nuts that day.
BE spry, now" to Roxy, her assistant,
in CHEEKY, pleasant tones, which were just
suited to the plump, good -natured face of
the deacon's wife. Be spry, now, or the
pies won't bake SOS to be of jest precisely
the right color by the time we want the
oven for the cake. Punkin pies alters
ought to be the color of the shell, you
know, Roxy, an we'll hev to hurry 'em
up leetle, we've such lots o. work to do.
I'm awful thankful Thanksgivin' dom
come more'n once year, there's alters so
much to be done.' And then Mrs. Brown
1orrbol IN ,>1o or<x
rs she proceeded to prepare some of her
am sure, if you could have heard her,
you would not have thought her very
much cast down because there was so
much to do, or in the least disturbed with
the labor Thanksgiving Day entailed. On
the whole, think Mrs Brown thorough
ly enjoyed IT
Them pies are DONE" announced
Roxy, after peep into the oven.
Are, hey?' said Mrs. Brown, with a
patronizing nod and smile at Roxy, as
she piled her rolling-pin theoretically
You may set 'em by the north winder to
cool, and then put in the cake. It's all
ready. If it STAINS much longer Pm
afraid it'll be heavy, an if there's any
thing in this world l do hate naore'n an
other it's to hev cake heavy as lead"
Roxy proceeded to take QUIT delicious
looking pies and set them by the pantry
window. Then the cake was put to bake.
"There, now, Roxy" said Mrs. Brown,
percmptorily, "you jest set down an rest
yourself minnit. There's nothing else
to do till I get these doughnuts ready to
fry, an l know you're jest ready to drop"
~ amt much tired, Miss Brown" de-
INJURED Roxy, "an' if there's anything to
do"
But there amt jest now" answered
Mrs. Brown. "Aint l boss here, Roxy
Stonc." with CHEEKY little laugh. Wall,
thought So" as Roxy made reply that
"she s'posed she was" Then dos tell
We, an rest yerself little"
So Roxy sat down, and Mrs. Brown
kept ON rolling out her doughnuts and
talking.
Il can't make it seems eff Jamie was
really going to be married tomorrow, "
she said, patting out the dough. "You
see, he's so much yOunger'n any of the
rest of the children that somehow can't
make it seem as eff he'd ever get big an
be married I've alters considered him as
the baby, you know" and Mrs. Brown
laughed again, a pleasant, mellow laugh
that was good to hear.
And I'm the baby yeti" said a voice
in the doorway, voice like Mrs. Browns,
and James came into the kitchen-a tall
good-looking young fellow, with his
mothers face and eyes.
Lawful sakes! How you scarf mel"
exclaimed Mrs. Brown with proud,
mothcrly smile IL didn't know you was
anywhere about"
II came in to see how the pies and
cakes were getting along. You know I'm
always interested in them,'' he said,
laughingly.
with motion of her hand toward the
pantry, "an' the cake amt done YETI
"They're too tempting to be looked at, +"
said James, smacking his lips. Wait
till tomorrow, mother mine, and see
what becomes of your pies"
"They was made to eat" answered
Mrs. Brown, giving her energies to the
twisting of her doughnuts into the proper
shape of that article Of food.
Nightfall came down over the gray
New England landscape. In the pantry,
where the pies had been set to cool, were
pans of crisp, brown doughnuts and
loaves of amber cake and flaky tarts with
ruby jelly quivering in each cup of crust.
And in the woodshed two great turkeys
were being robbed OF their bronze coats
after having lost their heads. Tomorrow
was to be Thanksgiving and James
Browns wedding day, and it was to be
kept in the Oest style known to Rasher-
vile, Mrs. Brown, declared.
Dear me sus!' said Mrs. Brown,
folding her plump arms across her chest
and dropping into the great rocking chair
by the window, "I'm e'namost tired to
DEATH
The morrow dawned pleasantly. The
sky was clear as bell, and the air keen,
frosty, sweet, like draught of wine
They were early astir at Deacon Browns.
Breakfast was dispatched, and then began
the hustle and confusion of preparing fol
the expected guests. B..
James harnessed up his horse and drove
off to Mr.. SANKEY'S, where he knew q
rosy-cheeked girl was waiting for him. Il
was the last time, he thought, as he
hitched his horse by the gate, that he
should ever 60 there to see Susan Stanley
When he came again, If Susan was moi
with him, he shouldask for Susan Brown,
His heart was full of tender little memo.
ries of long, sweet walks under the star
light, and kisses at tho gate, and whispers
so low that only themselves and the night
winds heard them. Now those walks and
talks were over, and they were about "a
set out, hand in hand, upon the journey
oflife. A good wife is the best thing q
man can have except Q go0d mothe-, u
Deacon Brown had said to him that morn.