Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-11-23
SOFT SOAP.
A THANKSGIVING STORY.

A THANKSGIVING STORY.
There had been a grand Thanksgiv-
ing dinner at the Macy mansion, six
courses all told, each and all served
admirable by Matthew, the butler, and
little ALT, Matthew's helper. First,
there had been soup, oyster and clam
soup, with crackers, and celery, and
picked onions, and nasturtiums Sec
ond, there had been mammoth tur-
key, roasted to just the right point by
Gilsey, the cook; pair Of ducks;
broiled pigeons and baked venison,
fanked by mashed potatoes, stewed
tomatoes, succotash, squash, turnips,
fresh-boiled pink and white beets, ap-
ple-sauce, bread and butter; yes, and
coffee, too, belonged to the second
course, for sensible Mr.. Macy, senior,
said he "never cared for coffee after
dinner" Third, there had been pies,
pumpkin and mince pies, fiaky-crusted
and delicious, with cheese. Fourth,
there had been pudding-plum-pud-
ding. Fifth, ice-cream, cakes and
jelly. Sixth, rosy apples, grapes and
winter pears, walnuts, raisins and
glasses Of cold orange-water.
Such dinner as to make one too
lazy to navigate" said Uncle Phil, set
Ting himself down in big armchair
by the open Franklin stove in the coy
back parlor.
Wasn't it a rouser? Did you ever
eat such dinner before?" asked ten
year-old Robbie Macy, sitting down on
the rug in front of Uncle Phil.
Humph I eat better dinner
years and years ago than you had to-
day, when / was a little shaver, no
larger than you,' Uncle Phil said,
teasingly. And Rob answered, doubt
ingly:
Il don't see how you could have had
such good dinner as we had, let
alone better one. Why, mamma
said you lived way out West, where
lots Of Indians were."
Uncle Phil laughed.
$50 you infer, because there were
Indians out where we were, that we
had nothing to eat. Do you?"
Il suppose you had something to
eat" Rob replied, roguishly; "but
don't believe twas plum-pudding and
great big slices Of turkey-breast. Now,
was it, Uncle Philip
"We didn't have plum-pndding,
that's a fact; and we didn't have great
slices Of white turkey-breast, that's
another fact; but, Rob, we had slices
Of dark turkey breast-nice, juicy
wild turkey. ! can tell you it was
good, too"
"Phol don't like dark meat. I'm
glad / was not there And Rob
turned somersault over to Rover,
who lay peacefully on the other side
Of the big velvet rug.
"Robl''
Well. sir"
"Shall / tell you story about a
Thanksgiving we had out West. when
I was a bov?"
Rob stood at his uncle's knees in
less than a minute, with wide-awake,
delighted eyes.
"Ohl Uncle Phil. Yes, do. You
always tell such splendid stories. But
perhaps there won't be anything in a
Thanksgiving story about bears Z
And Rob's face grew trihe serious.
How about Indians?"
"Ohl Uncle Phil, if you can tell
Thanksgiving story about Indians,
I'll be the happiest boy in town."
I'VE won't promise, but we'll see
about it. Go and call the rest of the
children, Rob-
Come, Dan and Walter and Mel
lie Y called Rob- Uncle Phil is GO
ing to tell a rousing Indian story
~Did say SOP asked Uncle Phil,
trying to look savage.
know SO You can't fool me 2
Rob answered, wisely.
You can begin now, Uncle PHIL
Nellie said, coaxingly, leaning her
curly head over. the arm of Uncle
Phii's chair. The company's all
gone, and it'll be 80 nice to wind up
the day listening to thrilling Indian
Il