Daily Kennebec journal., 1877-12-28
fooptiuued from frs, page.)

out of the oven," said grandpa. smackiug
his lips, "you never saw the like. They
resembled snow fakes fried TO rich
brown. only they were great deal bet
ter
Not better than grandma's." broke in
Q chorus of indignant voices.
We'll" said grandpa. looking wicked
" about. "grandma's pies, as II happens
are the only ones ever saw which were
exactly like Nellie's, and just as good
The dear old lady blushed ike girl.
Now, Thomas" she said. "you mustn't
talk such nonsense TO the children"
sOhr' cried Jack. the irrepressible ;
grandpa's name is Thomas, ain't it ? ]
guess-"But here somebody ehoked him
off, and grandpa went on very fast.
$50 all the pies were baked. and the
loves of bread, and the Thanksgiving
cake, and the plum pudding mixed and
put over to 'halt-boil,' for it was great
business in those days 10 get puddings
boiled, and by that time supper time was
nearly come"
but there was no danger of Cousin
Toms making any further mistakes
Twenty-iour hours had done the work oi
a month, and he had made up his mind.
once for all that the pale face in the cor
ner was the sweetest face in the world.
"Wednesday was almost as busy as
Tuesday. There were the last touches
TO be given 10 the cooking, and the house
TO be frightened up. aud the red apples to
be wiped. and arranged with autumn
leaves. Cousin Tom helped in every
thing, and when the afternoon came, and
he found that great many OF the pies
were to be carried about the neighOor-
hood as gifts to poor people, who depend
ed on this yearly remembrance. he IN
sisted on going to carry the basket and
holding the umbrella, Tor it was showing
little. | need not Inform you that Nell
lie was the pie dist Ii0utor. All the work
OR most all-of the house fell upon her.
Dittie found an excuse for avoiding every
thing that was troublesome or inconven-
lent. and on this occasion she wanted to
baste some facing on the blue dress.
"Well, they had splendid walk. |
won't pretend to tell y,u all they talked OF,
but they came home very rosy and good
humored. and hungry for supper.
Neither will attempt to describe the
Thanksgiving dinner, or the good minis
ters sermon in the morning. There were
not so many people to eat the dinner, aud
the sermon had seventeen heads to 1t
otherwise they were both of them very
much like those we enjoy to-day. Diltie
wore the blue silk, and looked beautiful
in it-as was only fair when it had cost
her so much trouble. But to Toms mind,
little Nellie In her gray gown and scarlet
ribbon, looked, when compared to her
sister. like some gentle home bird by the
side OF gay tropic songster--a thing to
love and phprigb and IN 1.-Two in
heart forever. So he felt that day-God
bless her--and SO he feels now, and al
ways will feel as long as he feels any
thing"
There was a little tremble in grandpa's
voice as he closed, and he blew his nose
rather loudly.
And did they get married P" asked lit
tie Nellie, on his knee.
ITO be sure. my pet. What would be
The use OF love story that ended in any
other wayP They were married after "A
while, and lived for many years in New
York ; and then. the house at Westfield
being left vacant, and sister Ditlie gone
TO home other own, they added to it and
added to it, that their boys and girls
might have room to be comfortable. And
they are old people now, and live here
still and every year the sons and daugh-
tiers. with their boys and girls. come back
and keep Thanksgiving in the old home
with the old folks. Aud that's the end of
my story"
The aunts and uncles all smiled at one
another. and in an excited chorus called
out, Grandpa, grandpa. tell US amt you
cousin Tom ?"
Grandpa only laughed. II am afraid
Nellie will scold me II tell" he said
Little Nellie, grandma's nsmesake,
looked up with wonder in her blue ewes
bat the older ones, with the sayory re-
membrance of grandma's tarts fresh in
their minds, raised an enlhnsiaslic cheer,
and precipilated themselves upon her in
body, kissing the soft old hands and
The dear withered face whenever an OPP
ening could be iound.
How pretty grandma must have been
when she was young whispered Edith
10 Hal.
''H-u-m," answered Harry, diplomatic
ally; yes, grandpa was a lucky man 10
secure good looks and good pe-crust all at
once-Sasn't he, Ditie p
And Edith, grandma's pupil, blushed
her prettiest.
And now" said grandpa, "come away
children. My old wife has been smolh-
cred as long as is proper, | think. 1t is
time for Blindman's Buff