Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-24

the line. Tne eastern train was late.
Trains always are late the night before
Thanksgiving. there are so many happy
souls going home. s'Thesc trains are mail
| trains, they must meet, and Our trains
must wait"
Twill make pretty late supper
time,'' said Charlie.
II should think it was gupper-time
now," cried Mary. Doking around in the
bottom of the empty hamper.
II suppose there is some place near BY
| where can get lunch for the children
said the pleasant mamma to affable Con-
ductor Carroll, who came through the car
| just then.
"I'm sorry to tell you, madam, that the
restaurant has been discontinued, and the
hotel burned down week ago or so. You
| can see the ruins Just over the brook
| there"
a glance at the ashes and embers of
what was once hotel was not very salts
tying to tive hungry juveniles, and man.
ma, for the first time since she babe her
husband goodoy, with almost cloud on
her brow, said:
"Wc will play ne have got to grand
pas, and see how nearly our real getting
there will be like our play. will begin
! -now-'What would like for supper,
Sister Harriet? Oh, cup Of tea for me,
and plenty of milk and bread for the
children Wall declar' fort, Sister
Susan. guess these children won't eat
bread and milk at grandpa's, Thanks
gIvin' after travelin' three mortal DAYS
and nights y
And the plump little mamma changed
her voice in the last clause in droll
! nasal Imitation Of her sister, which made
the children laugh.
"What wonld you like, my dears.'
81 can smell all sorts of goddess said
Mary, shifting until her little pert nose
grew red, "and | should like pumpkin
pie, if its agreeable.'
"Chicken for me, put in Johnny,
promptly.
'Mlnce pie" said quiet Jane.
"Puddin", cake, cookies. apples. nuts,
pop corn balls, roast beef, roast pork.
spare ribs, quail, ham, ducks; most any
tning you have III the honse,n cried
Charlie uproariousiy-whiie they all
laughed and little Hat shouted, 5000,
goo, and made her little fat hands fly in
a patty cake, pattycase, bakers man" "
The three or four passengers in the far
end of the Car looked up from their
books and papers and smiled at the mer-
ry little group.
Meanwhile Aunt Harriet, in the great
old ark of farm house by herself, talked
to the dog and the cat. She had loaded
the hired man off home to his fathers
with big basket packed full of Thanks
givin' fxin's. I'll see," she said as she
Put in the last mince pie and loaf of cake
'sif can't have just as thankful heart
as could if the house was full Of good
les. [ mean to try it for once, and eat
pudden' and milk, as l have so often
wished could, and see if I don't enioy
it just as well.''
So she sifted great quantity Of corn
meal of the kind that southern people
call hominy and New England folks call
samp, and putting on the big dinner pot,
proceeded to make a pudding. 1t re-
CURED good deal of stirring and skim
ming. and kept her pretty busy for two
or three hours. The meal swelled and
swelled until the kettle was nearly full.
II declar fort" said she to the cat, 81
don't know what possessed me to make
such lot Of puddin' But if 1 don't
want it all myself the hogs will; 'twon't
be wasted, and fetching bow, of milk
from the pantry, she sat down in the
split rocking chair, set her felt
slippered feet on the fore-p piece of the
stove and proceeded to eat her supper.
IL declar fort" said she to the dog.
who lay on the rug at her feet, II feel ex-
actly as if sumbudy was dead, or as if
ev'rybudy was dead, and l was left on
airth alone to keep tarvern. should
like little bite of sunthin' to top off
with, but wouldn't own it to anybudy
that could talk; but you won't tell no
tales. I'm as ashamed as a whipped dog,
and feel as cheap as dirt every time
think what day it is, and how we've been
prospered in every way through the year,
and yet here | be, no comp'ny in the
house and none likely to come, and nuth-
In cooked up, and no Thanksgivin' smell
about the house, and, worst of all,
father'n mother sent off out from under
their own ruff. Harriet, you're sour,
selfish, grabbed old maid, nd I'm
ashamed on ye. Take the Bible and see if
yc can't find sumthin' to git We inter 6
better state O. mind.
So she stride into 'mother's room''
after the family Bible, and behold it was
gone. "They've taken it with ,em to
Johns, and all the Thanksgiyin' feelin'
along with it." She took look at the
made-up bed, with its pieced up quilt, and
said again, ut seemo as if ev'rgbudy was
dead" and vert out and shut the door
softly behind her.
"What if sumbudy should come, she
soliloquized next, taking up the cst, 'sbut
there won't. There amt nobody to
come, only what's invited to Johns, ex-
cepting Sister Susan, p,or dear, preci-
Gus child, away off there in the wilds;
she'll never come home again, presume
and Harriet laid her head on his knees
and thought of the day Susan was born,
and of the day she was married, and cried
a little. and then dropped of into a nap,
from which she was aroused by sub
dued hustle near the back door.
Gettin up and lifting corner Of the
curtain she peeped out, and saw, by the
light of the full moon, wagon driving
out of the yard, trunk-or baskets
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