The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-12-01
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Z st.rhere's the pies,'i' said Mrs Brown,
with a motion of her hand toward the
pantry, "an tie cakes amt done vet.
"1hey're too tempting to belooked at, 81
said James, sthacking his lips. "Wait till
tomorrow, mother mine, and see what
becomes Of 'ourLpies." u .:,i5ts2y ''.'' '''''
''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.
I Nightfall came down over the gray New
England landscape: In the pantry,
where the pies bad been set to cool were
panS of crisp, brown doughnu:s. and
loavcs OF amber cake and Aaky tarts with
ruby jelly quivering in each cup Of crust.
And in the woodshed.1 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 best style known to Rasher.
vile Mrs. Brown declared.
.'.sDear me, see!' said Mrs. Brown fold
ing her plump arms across her chest, and
dropping into the great rocking chair by
the window, ''I'm eanamost tired to
DEATH
The morrow, .dawned pleasantly. The
sky was clear as a bell, and the air keen,
frosty, sweet, like a draught> of wine.
They were early astir at Deacon Browns
Breakfast was dispatched, and then be-
gan the hustle ami confusion of prepare.
tion for the expected guests.
James harnessed up his horse. and
drove off to Mr.. Stanley s, where he knew
a rosy-cheekcd girl was waiting for him
1t was the last time, he thought, as he
hitched his horse by the gate, that he
should ever 60 there to see Susan Stan
ley. When he came again, if Susan was
not with him he should ask for Susan
Brown. His heart was full of tender lit
tie memories Of long, sweet walks under
the starlight and kisses at the 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 to set out, hand IN hand, upon the
journey of life. "A good wife is the best
thing man can have, except good
MOTHER Deacon Brown had said to him
that morning, and James was just old
fashioned enough to believe him.
There were services at church at ten
o'clock and directly after they were over
James and Susan were to be married.
The old church filled to overho wing on
that clear Thanksgiving morning, and
many thankful hearts were there, for
earth had been very bountiful and lavish
of her blessings, and the good people of
baskerville were not Of the kind to be
unthankful for God favors to them.
Services were oyer at last and James
and Susan came forward and seood be-
fore the white-haircd man Of God. MIS-:
Brown was close by and Deacon Brown
was looking on with faith. rly pride. The
Stanleys were there, too, feeling just as
much pride in blushing, hali-frightcned
Susan as the Browns did in the youngest
son of their large family. And there, on
that day so full of happy, thankful men,
orics, the ''twain were made one tlesh.''
Mrs. Brown cried and laughed and
wrung Mrs. SANKEY'S hand, while people
crowded up with congratulations for the
newly married pair. ..
"rhe dears!'' exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
'How handsome they looked together.
didn't they, Mrs. Stanley!''
+ "rhe best lookin' couple I've seen in a
ong time, if one on 'em is my own
da'ter," answered Mrs. Stanley, with
fond pride 1T her eyes. Kind motherly
hearts! She had found new son to love
and Mrs. Brown a new daughter, and
there was quite room enough for them in
their affections. The handshaking and
we'll Wishing were over at last, and Dea-
con Brown bundled Mrs. Brown into the
old red sleigh, with as many more as
could ride, and drove off home, followed
by the Stanleys, who were to take dinner
with them.
wish l could tell you about the din
ncr and do it justice, but quite despair
Of doing that. Such crisp. baked, juicy
meated turkeys never graced Thanks.
giving table before, feel assured, b. cause
Mrs. Stanley whispered to the lighted
Mrs. Brown that She never see the
beat. in all her hfe," and Mrs. Stanley
had seen great manv fine Thanksgiving
dinners and was considered almost as
much OF an authority on the subject as
Mrs. Brown Was, therefore Was quite ca
pablo Of Judging, and her opinion must go
great deal further than NINE. The
.yo ing generations of Browns and Stan.
leys, pecp'ng in at the op:n doors of the
dining'room, wondered how long it would
be before they got big enough to sit down
with the older people and not be obi ged
to swat - On such occasions as this, to
wait was to suffer martyrdom. The de.
liShtful, savory odors Of nicely drowned
turkeys. the bubble Of sparkling cider,
and the busy chislk Of knife and fork.
were SIMPLY tantalizing. ~.---: -'l'
Mrs Browns pies and cakes and dough-
nuts and the many other good things her
Skill had prepared for the occasion, were