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AUNT HARR'Er,s sAMp PUDDIN G
A Good Yankee Thanksgiving Story.

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ed rocking-chair, setting her felt-slipper
ed feet upon the stove-hearth and clasp
ing her hands in front of her knees-"I
declar' fort, if don't think this maxim
| Tnanksglvin' Day a matter of cookin
and eatln' is the most foolish of all our
| New England notions. Every year since
l can remember the program has been
the same. The whole month of Novem-
ner spent in preparin' for this grand gas
Economical exhibition, as Parson PendP-
ton used to call it have never in my
life been away from this house on a
Thanksgiyin' Day; and ev'ry year we've
been overrun with company. Father
! wouldn't think twas Thanksgivin', I
s'pose, if the house wasn't full. For m
| pant should like q change; either to go
| som 'ers, Thanksgivin' Day, AID be wait
| ed on. or stay at home by myself"
| so, Harriet, ] wouldn't talk So" re.
monstrated grandmother, who was tax
ing of her false front and putting on her
white muslin night-cap '.You know the
work of preparin' for dear ones is pleas
ant work. Our social family gatherin's
make US all better and happier. Your
father would feel dreadfully cut up to
hear you run on III this complainin' way
| about maxim Thanksgivin'. Of course
you are tired tonight, but don't think
about that; count over your MARCHES, and
think how much you have to be thankful
| for"
| "Hum,'' went on the wearied spinster
| IN her peculiar nasal tone, II could make
Ihanksgiyin' In my heart so that it would
sing for JOY without maxim such an ado
about my stomach"
Reaching down and opening the oven
door, suggestive and delicious odor as
Of baking fowls and browning pastry
| bust forth, filling the roomy kitchen
| She peered inside theoyen for moment.
| turned around one of the pans, using a
! corner Of her long, straight blue print
! apron for a holder, and then, shutting in
| the culinary wonders which were to
| grace to -morrow's dinner, she continued.
{" have spent three weeks in house
cleaning, only to get everything in ap-
ple-pie order just in time to be turned
topsy- turvy. Every room is full tonight,
and must stretch my tired frame on a
lounge. 1t never makes any difference
where Harriet sleeps; she can be tucked
anywhere. Last night l was up until
eleven o'clock to get the pound cake all
baked Night before last it was the
mince and pumpkin pies. Tonight it
| will be eleven before these chicken pies
are Drowned fit to be seen, and flas mid
night before can get to bed. am tired
and sick of the great National stu1inq
day, and Tor my own part shan't want D
! mouthtul of the nice food that the pantry
shelves are grooming unaer. would far
| rather have bowl of samp and milk,
| and a day of leisure along with it,
The bedroom door just behind the
speaker was unlatched, and John and his
wife, who had, late in evening, driven
in from the west part of the the town, SO
| as to be at home to breakfast on Thanks
giving morning, and who had been put
into Ha:riet's room, heard every word of
this TRADE.
swell have them all next year if we
get the house fixed over" whispered Jane
under the blue and white coverIid, Jonn
nodded assent, whispering in his turn:
ut is hard on Harriet, to be sure
The subject was broached next day,
was agreed to by all hands, and through
out the year it was talked of as a settled
thing that their next Thanksgiving re-
union should be held at Johns.
Father and mother are to come over on
Monday" said Johns wife, as the festal
season drew near, 'and on Wednesday,
when the preparations are nearly or quite
complete, we will send the team for
Harriet"
'I'll not make that amount of trouble
for anybody" replied the maiden sister,
who was III fact the mainstay at the
homestead. eff I conclude to join IN
your dinner, will, ION Thursday mornin',
walk over through the woods in time to
go to meetin' with you"
Grandpa Buxion's farm consisted of a
long strip laying between two rivers, with
a wooded hill about midway Gifts length.
Grandpa lived in the old farmhouse in
the eastern meadow; and John had fitted
up an elegant new residence on the bank
Of the west river So the old couple were
not to leave the ancestral acres, although
1t was four miles from one house to the
other around the point of the hill, and
two miles by the foot and bride
path across the woods.
On the sunny, smoky Monday morning
preceding Thanksgiving, grandpa and
grandma started with old Dobbin and the
chaise to jog around the mountain road
to Johns. And On that same Monday
morning in the far West pretty plump
little woman, with her husband and FIVE
children, started in an OK cart to 90 the
fifteen or twenty miles to the nearest rail
way station, where six of them were to
take the cars for the East to spend
Thanksgiving, while the father retraced
his wearlsome way to the lonely log cabin
on the forest prairie.
1t was rather dowdy and old fash
Toned company, as might have been ex-
pected, so far as clothes were concerned.
but attractive in their rosy healthy, BUOY
ant good nature. They were all as hap
Ply as happy could be-from twelve-year-
old Johnny to Baby Hat-for were they
not journeying to the wonderful home
stead where mamma lived when she was
little girl? and where the scenes OF all
mammals stories were -,:mamms's
splendid stories, which were better than
any fairy stories, or any stories printed
IN books or papers"
On, on they whirled. It was Wednes-
day afternoon; yet these children, who
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