Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-12-08
NO. 29O.
Gales aud Sketehes.
MISS MARIGOLD'S THANKSGIVING
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out her handkerchief quite suddenly.
"Oh. very affecting subject said
Pinkie.
"Yes." said Miss Marigold, but her con-
science would not allow any such subter-
fuge, though innocently provided by an
other. as
Yes, she repeated. "but It wasn't al
together the sermon I'm afraid it was
the pickle. So precisely like one my
mother used to make. l have never met
with it since. Such a reminscence %
"Ah " said Miss Pinkham, II consider
there is nothing like pickle for bringing
up old associations. SO pungent."
Nothing like a pickle" said Pinkie.
$50 very pungent."
Il really must beg your pardon" said
Miss Marigold, putting up her handker-
chief and smiling quite herself again,
"but 1t was so sudden ! was so entirely
unprepared. Why, only this very morn
ing. was thinking over all those things,
and the changes that have come, and The
more thought, the more my heart SEEM
ed to sing. So wonderful the way have
always been carried through! So many
mercies ~
The tight-waisted calico at another
mysterious signal from Miss Pinkham now
disappeared, and after an absence of most
five minutes, during which The Pinkham
Sisters were evidently suffering from ex-
treme nervous uneasiness, re-appeared
with pudding much the size and shape
of very small cannon ball. and of such
evident importance that the Ay-brush had
been laid aside, and both hands lent to its
triumphal entry. After this crisis was
passed. an air of repose, which Miss Mar
igold wouldn't have quite liked to say she
had missed before, stole over Pinkham
Sisters. and everything went on more
thoughtful than ever and when Miss
Marigold had declared that it wouldn't
be physically possible for her to eat an
other piece OF the pudding as large as a
pea, Miss Pinkham proposed they should
take their nuts and rasins over to the
window and hold their plates in their laps.
~ consider there is nothing" she said.
THAT finishes a dinner with an air of
more ease and elegance, than taking your
nut plates in your lap. 1t makes one so
entirely at leisure, and at the same time
allows one to see all the passing"
''Oh, nothing p said Pinkie so entirely
at leisure, and one can see all the passing"
Miss Marigold said she should DO de-
lighted with any way that would allow
her to eat, slowly, for she had really taken
so much more than usual, and then she
fell into great admiration of the three nut
plates, which Pinkham said we're all that
was left of her mothers wedding dinner
set, that had been ordered for her 10 China,
l30 pieces, and different design on each.
"fm sure" she said, II can t think how
should have been so overtaken. OF all
days in the year to appear like an un-
grateful discontented person Why, was
thinking this very morning, as l. sat in
church, did not believe there was soul
there so called upon to give thanks. So
many mercies ~ .4 boa
"And yet" said Pinkham. you have
seen great many changes"
"Oh, great many changes" said
Pinkie.
Yes said Miss Margold, "but it is
so wonderful the way have been carried
through. Why l can remember when
there were so many of US and not one of
them would have believed | could ever
take care of myself. and here have never
wanted for anything, and its only my left
knee that is lame, and this very morning
counted five buds on my clover pink -
And smile of ineffable sweetness gave
the Misses Pinkham glimpse of the su-
perb teeth.
Well said Miss Pinkham, "that is a
great deal to say, especially the five buds
at this season Still, Miss Marigold, if
that were all, I'm afraid l shouldn't feel
as thankful as You do"
'Oh, great deal to say" said Pinkie,
"but Pm afraid | shouldn't"
But it isn't ALL" said Miss Marigold,
mot nearly; but | always feel such a
delicacy in speaking of myself. So unn-
teresting to a stranger. But you know,
dear friends and her voice grew low,
and soft light shone in her eyes, II am
always looking for an inheritance, where
we shall all be gathered home once more
All these mercies that | speak of are only
"a sprinkling by the way! And the way
is so short, and it is so wonderful the way
am always carried alongm
"Well, it's beautiful thing If you can
feel So" said Miss Pinkham, .sout it seems
to me a very solitary way. think of YOU
great deal, Miss Marigold. and cannot
feel that il is good for you. Now | con-
slider that it is a terrible thing to be mar
ried, but if one has ones sister to live with,
| don't know but | should even"
The light in Miss Marigold's eyes grew
still softer as with little knob OF En-
glsh walnut on the end of her stiletto,
she gazed absently down at the beetles
on the plate. aa Rfhil
'oome day" she said, "some day
but not here. It's SO many years since be
was lost"
Now, you don't mean to say n said
Pinkham.
mo, you can never mean to say y said
Pinkie.
NO" said Miss Marigold, because |
don't really know. Such uncertainties at
sea you know l heard he was, and l
suppose it was true, though of course 1
would not believe it until was forced.
| But it is wonderful how one can become
reeonciled. felt so divided for q num-
ber of years; but you've no ides how
natural it has seemed for . good long
while to be just myself and live by my
SELF ea sHr Hf4e ~
They all fell into silence for a few mo-
ments-there was something so awe-in.
spring in having real love affair to
speak of. s.fa
What should you say If be were to